CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

Wang Ziyue was panting as she used the key to open the door, but there was no one inside.    

She heard from Han Zhiyu that Chen Tian had decided to go overseas today. The time to apply for dispatch was one year.    

She had never thought that he would actually use action to agree to her.    

Don't look for her again. . .    

She took out her phone and wanted to dial the number, but she didn't have the courage to press the button.    

Looking at the empty room, she squatted down and cried silently.    

After a long time, when she felt that her legs were going to go numb, she wiped her red and swollen eyes and walked to the door.    

But just as she opened the door, she saw Chen Tian carrying his luggage outside.    

"You, didn't leave?"    

"Where did you go?"    

Chen Tian entered the room and saw her red and swollen eyes. He frowned and asked, "Why are you crying?"    

Actually, Wang Ziyue had been stunned since the moment she saw Chen Tian. She let her hand hold her hand and walked towards the sofa.    

When she realized it and confirmed that she was not dreaming, She suddenly wanted to pull her hand out and her gaze also turned cold.    

However, her hand wasn't successfully pulled out.    

"I'm leaving. "    

"Ziyue, you are here to find me. " Chen Tian used a certain tone and his voice was a little hoarse.    

"Who said I am looking for you, I. . . "    

Wang Ziyue turned her head and wanted to deny it, but her eyes suddenly widened as she looked at the man who appeared in front of her.    

In the exquisite and deep outline, that face was warm and calm, forming a sharp contrast with the intensity of his kiss.    

His lips were bitten until they were hot and painful, and his hands were firmly pressed onto the sofa.    

Wang Ziyue's strong emotions collapsed in an instant. She sat in her original position, not knowing how to respond or defend.    

Her eyes turned red and her eyes were wide open. She looked at him with misty eyes.    

Her heart seemed to have been tightly gripped by someone. There was no room for breathing or struggling anymore.    

Chen Tian lowered her forehead and panted. His thin lips continued to draw on her lips bit by bit. "Ziyue, Ziyue. . . "    

His voice could only produce a few low and hoarse words, as if it had been carved into his bones.    

Wang Ziyue felt as if she was petrified and could not move. Hot tears finally fell down.    

"Why did you leave without saying a word?"    

He felt relieved and said in a rustling voice, "Sorry, I made you worry. "    

Actually, he had sent Ruan Qing overseas today, but because he had something to do tomorrow, he rushed back in the evening.    

He didn't want to see Wang Ziyue in his room.    

"It's all you, it's all you. " Wang Ziyue's aggrieved fist hit his chest.    

If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have lost so much face.    

"En, it's me. Forgive me. "    

Chen Tian's facial features softened a little. He leaned forward and once again blocked her mouth.    

Late at night, in the master bedroom of the villa, there was a lovely room.    

After that, Wang Ziyue found out that he was the one who sent Ruan Qing overseas that day. The house was empty because of the cleaning.    

In other words, Lu Yiran had teamed up with her best friend and lied to her.    

However, she turned her head to look at Chen Tian's sleeping face because of the jet lag.    

If she could use this to recognize her feelings, she would be willing to be cheated.    

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but reveal a sweet smile.    

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Half a year later. . .    

It was late at night, and they were having a good night's sleep.    

Lu Yiran hugged Han Zhiyu from behind and caressed her abdomen with his hands as usual. Both of their breaths were even.    

The quiet night was broken by Han Zhiyu's sudden voice.    

She was sleeping soundly, but her abdomen spasmed. This pain pulled her up. She moved uncomfortably.    

Lu Yiran felt the little girl in his arms move and immediately opened his eyes. In the darkness, his hearing became sharper and he sat up nervously.    

He picked up the remote control next to his hand and turned on the light. His eyes accurately locked onto Han Zhiyu's face.    

Her eyes were closed and there were three words written on her face - discomfort. Her mouth was humming.    

"Mrs Lu, what's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"    

There was still half a month left before the due date. But the closer it is to the delivery date, the more tense Han Zhiyu's nerves are every day.    

Han Zhiyu opened her eyes in a daze and her consciousness was not clear yet. Her abdomen spasmed again and she could not help but shout in a low voice: "It hurts. . . "    

When Lu Yiran heard Han Zhiyu shout in pain, the last bit of drowsiness was also scared out of his sight. He looked at her nervously as if he was facing a great enemy and asked, "Where. . . Where. . . Does it hurt?"    

The last word 'pain' was very light, as if it could ease Han Zhiyu's pain.    

Although there was still more than half a month before the premature delivery date, it was still more than half a month away. However, it was also possible that the amniotic fluid would break in advance.    

Lu Yiran became nervous, and Han Zhiyu also became nervous.    

She clearly felt that her legs were a little wet. In addition, her stomach spasmed a few times.    

With two children in his belly, no matter how relaxed he was, he would still be overly worried. The later he reached, the greater the mental pressure.    

When he became nervous, his brain went blank. The panic was magnified endlessly, and the pain seemed to be even stronger.    

. . .    

Lu Yiran had been trying to figure out how to take care of her from the moment he found out that she was pregnant.    

In the later stages of pregnancy, he had focused on the aspect of production and had researched it in detail. It could be said that his theoretical knowledge was better than Han Zhiyu's.    

After the premature delivery period was set, he had already prepared the necessary necessities for the hospital early on and let himself handle the preparations himself. He did not even ask Feng Xueqing to help him.    

He had already rehearsed in his mind many times. He originally planned to directly let Han Zhiyu stay in the hospital, but his Mrs Lu did not like the smell of the hospital's disinfectant, so he followed her.    

The villa was close to the hospital. No matter how good the hospital was, it was not as comfortable as home. He thought that if Mrs Lu felt that something was wrong, he could bring the luggage he had prepared and directly go to the hospital.    

Seeing that Han Zhiyu did not speak, Lu Yiran directly stretched out his hand to search. When he found the wetness between her legs, it indicated his thoughts.    

He had a deep impression of the theoretical knowledge about the laceration of amniotic fluid.    

However, when he really faced it, what he imagined was that when he was in danger, he would not panic. When he felt wet, his brain seemed to have been cut by something, and he temporarily fell into a blank.    

His brain had already spontaneously started to pull out the theoretical knowledge that he had seen and retracted his trembling hands. At this time, he could not panic.    

"Mrs Lu, don't panic, don't be afraid. Let's go to the hospital now. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Hmm? "    

Lu Yiran repeated the word don't be afraid several times. He did not know whether to tell Han Zhiyu not to be afraid or not.    

He rolled up from the bed in a neat manner. He looked very handsome. When he landed on the ground, he still staggered a little.    

He comforted Han Zhiyu with his mouth, telling her not to panic and not to be afraid. No matter how calm he acted, he could still tell from some of the details that Lu Yiran was very panicked.    

He went into the closet and casually took two sets of clothes and folded them by the bed. He used the fastest speed to change into the clothes of the two people. He picked Han Zhiyu up from the waist, and when he walked out, his steps were very steady.    

His gaze was focused on his feet and did not forget to console Han Zhiyu who was in his arms. "Zhiyu, we will be at the hospital very soon. Bear with it. . . Don't be afraid, I am. . . "    

As he continued to console Han Zhiyu, Lu Yiran's lips were trembling. His body was tense and his nerves were about to reach their limit.    

The driver was driving. Lu Yiran carried Han Zhiyu and sat in the back seat. He let her lean against his arms and comforted Mrs Lu according to the book, "Zhiyu, take a deep breath. . . Come, follow me, take a deep breath, take a deep breath, take a deep breath, take a deep breath, take a deep breath. . . "    

The sound line was stable. He took a deep breath to ease his nervousness. He could not be nervous, he had to calm down.