As soon as she entered the president's office, Fu Sirong hugged Song Lu. He rubbed her waist with his slender fingers and pulled out the white shirt that she had tucked in her skirt.
Three years ago, in the crisis of the Song Group, Song Lu married into the Fu family.
Although they said that they were going to get married, in fact, they didn't even have a wedding ceremony and just got a marriage certificate. Except for the two families, no one knew about their marriage.
He had no feelings for her, but he loved her very much. He was obsessed with her every night.
Song Lu blushed and pushed him away. "Don't do that."
Fu Sirong grabbed her fingers and kissed her casually.
"When did you become shy?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a playful look on his face.
Fu Sirong was ruthless to the outside world, but she had a pair of amorous eyes. No matter who looked at her, it seemed that they were filled with affection.
Every time Song Lu was looked at like this, she always had an illusion that he loved her deeply.
She had wanted to find a suitable time to talk about the pregnancy, but now she just said it out of nervousness.
"I'm pregnant. It's only been more than a month. The doctor said I'm having sex."
There was a moment of joy in Fu Sirong's eyes, but soon it turned into mockery. He let go of her and said, "Let's fight."
"This is our child!"
Song Lu put her hand on her lower abdomen. The shyness on her face faded away, and there was no trace of blood on her face.
"I know."
Fu Sirong smiled as if she didn't care. She went to the desk, took out the divorce agreement from the drawer, and threw it on the table.
"Are you satisfied with it?"
He sat on the chair and knocked on the table with his fingers.
Song Lu looked at the title of the document and felt her blood boil. "Why?"
"I didn't seem to tell you that when I married you, I just didn't like him and he liked you. When I got married, I found that I had a good sleep, so I slept for a little longer. Now that Qin Shu is back, it's time for you to leave."
Fu Sirong leaned back in her chair with a smile on her face, as if she was talking about something unimportant.
Song Lu had been following him since he was a child. She had loved him for ten years, so she naturally knew that Qin Shu was the moonlight he had been longing for, and he was her sworn enemy.
Back when Qin Shu had suddenly gone abroad, Fu Sirong had proposed a marriage alliance with the Song family.
She thought that he had given up on Qin Shu.
However, she did not expect him to marry her just to humiliate her.
In the past three years, she thought that her gentleness and love were just a joke.
Song Lu began to feel short of breath again. She leaned against the wall and breathed hard, but she still felt out of breath. When she opened her mouth, she felt that her throat was uncomfortable, and it seemed that she was suffocating when she swallowed unconsciously.
"When did you get sick?"
Fu Sirong saw that there was something wrong with her, so she clicked her tongue.
He still looked lazy, but when he picked Song Lu up and walked out, he walked much faster than usual.
At this time, it was time to get off work. The sky was getting dark and it was getting dark.
Song Lu was sitting in the car. No matter how she adjusted her angle, it was hard for her to ease the nearly suffocating illusion.
Fu Sirong opened the car door and ran to the hospital with her in her arms.
He was a male doctor when he was doing the surgery. He didn't want to do it, so he changed it. It had been two and a half hours since the procedure was completed.
"What happened to her?"
Fu Sirong took a pile of reports and asked the doctor with Song Lu in her arms.
