"But don't worry too much." Seeing Shen Zhiyi's absent-mindedness, Cen Jiahe patted her shoulder and teased, "This person has good fortune and bad luck. Being able to get pregnant is not a matter of ability, but giving birth is."
She raised her lips, "Ten months, who can guarantee that there will be no accidents?"
Shen Zhiyi came out of the bathroom, feeling guilty.
"By the way," Cen Jiahe said, "What are your plans for this summer vacation? Are you going to stay at home as your good wife and miss Lin Yuzhou every day as before?"
During the holidays during the first two years of college, Shen Zhiyi didn't go anywhere and just stayed at home.
Deliver breakfast to Lin Yuzhou during the day and wait for Lin Yuzhou to come back at night.
I feel sad for Lin Yuzhou, and worry about gains and losses for Lin Yuzhou.
"Maybe I'll go to the company."
Shen Zhiyi said, "Maybe find a place to spend your vacation. My dad's villa in the Maldives is still vacant."
Cen Jiahe's ears immediately perked up, "Your father's company?"
Shen Zhiyi shook his head, "I don't want to be in the same company as my future ex-husband."
She walked down the corridor and straight into the classroom.
As soon as she walked in, the eyes of all the students in the classroom fell on her, and several of them gathered together to whisper, obviously discussing her.
Shen Zhiyi raised his eyes and saw the man in his seat accurately.
Song Ming was wearing a clean white shirt and trousers, with a handsome face and clear facial features. Sitting on the university campus, he did not violate the rules at all, but stood out from the crowd.
"Master Song?"
When Cen Jiahe saw Song Ming, he was instinctively surprised, "Why are you here?"
Song Ming came from a wealthy family and was already a famous figure in the school when he was in school.
If it suddenly appears now, it will naturally cause a sensation.
"I'm here to see Zhizhi." Song Ming stood up and took the initiative to make way for Shen Zhiyi.
Shen Zhiyi didn't shy away. He sat back in his seat and said calmly, "I still have classes. If you have anything to do, come to me. Wait until I get out of school."
Song Ming was stunned for a moment, "Then I'll wait for you at the door."
After saying that, he got up and went out.
Seeing this scene, Cen Jiahe instinctively picked up the book and approached Shen Zhiyi, narrowing his eyes, "Didn't your husband help you get rid of this peach blossom?"
"Not all peach blossoms are of interest to Lin Yuzhou."
Shen Zhiyi tapped her head with a pen, "Chen Yanli's existence is much more dangerous than Song Ming."
Hearing the words Chen Yanli, Cen Jiahe was instantly stunned.
She glanced sideways, her voice obviously a little more tentative, "You... like him?"
Shen Zhiyi thought for a moment and said, "I quite like it."
Cen Jiahe's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
But before she could ask further questions, Shen Zhiyi said again, "But he is not my type."
"Really?" Cen Jiahe breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Zhiyi glanced at her without revealing her little thoughts.
After the morning class, Cen Jiahe and Shen Zhiyi came out of school. Song Ming's car was waiting at the door early.
Seeing her coming out, he took the initiative to open the car door and get out of the car, "Zhizhi."
"You should call me Miss Shen, or Mrs. Lin," Shen Zhiyi said, "Hehe and I are going to eat. If you're not in a hurry, can we talk after we finish?"
Song Ming was startled, "What are you going to eat? A Western restaurant has just opened nearby, and it tastes very good."
Shen Zhiyi nodded, "Then let's talk while eating."
Without hesitation, she opened the door and got in the car.
Not far away, the black Maybach window lowered, revealing the man's calm eyes.
"Mr. Lin," the driver said, "do you want to catch up?"
