Song Yao gazed at the female bodyguard and said, "If Sir or Saihand asks you again next time, just tell them what you heard. It's fine. There's nothing you can't let others know!"
The female bodyguard paused, then nodded. "Got it, Madam!"
Returning to her room, Song Yao felt anxious for some reason.
She couldn't resist taking out her phone, wanting to ask about Su Huan's situation. But she was afraid that if she called and Cen Mo found out, he might feel uncomfortable and deal a harsh blow to Su Huan …
After a long while, Song Yao recalled that she hadn't deleted her WeChat message. After hesitating for a long while, she finally sent Su Huan a WeChat message …
[Did something happen to you?!]
After sending the message, Song Yao deleted the message.
Very quickly, Song Yao received Su Huan's reply …
[It's a small matter. Don't worry!]
When he received Song Yao's message, Su Huan was in a terrible fix, worried that he couldn't return to China.
There were no direct flights between China and Morocco to begin with, and it was time-consuming to have a private flight. But now … he couldn't even buy a flight ticket to Morocco!
He asked his assistant to buy a flight ticket to any country that could fly directly to China, then took a private flight. However, he was detained by the Moroccan police, saying that he was involved in a fraud case!
Right now, Su Huan wasn't detained, but he couldn't leave the country.
When Song Yao saw the word "small matter," she knew something had happened!
Holding onto her phone, Song Yao quickly replied …
[Can you tell me what it is?]
Seeing that there was no reply, Song Yao panicked. She paced back and forth in her bedroom, and after half an hour, Su Huan still hadn't replied. She couldn't help but call him.
Su Huan's assistant picked up the call. He said that Su Huan had been invited over to assist in the investigation. Su Huan's assistant told Song Yao that Su Huan's father was seriously ill and that Su Huan was detained in Morocco, unable to return to China. He was even afraid that Su Huan wouldn't be able to make it back in time to see his father one last time.
"Is Su Huan's father's condition very serious?" Song Yao asked.
"Yes, I didn't dare tell President Su, but the doctor said he probably won't be able to hold on for much longer!"
Song Yao was silent for a long while, then said to Su Huan's assistant, "I got it. I'll help think of a solution. Tell Su Huan not to worry."
After hanging up, Song Yao gripped her phone tightly and crossed her arms as she stood in front of the French windows. She was thinking about how she should talk to Cen Mo when the bedroom door opened …
Song Yao turned her head and saw Cen Mo unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and closing the bedroom door with the other. Her heartbeat quickened slightly. She walked to the bedside table and placed her phone on the bedside table, asking, "Why are you back? Where's Tuan Tuan? "
"Tuan Tuan is already asleep..." Cen Mo did not look at Song Yao. He took his home clothes and stood at the end of the bed. Without saying a word, he took off his shirt and put on a navy blue linen long-sleeved shirt.
A T-shirt.
Song Yao licked her lips and walked to Cen Mo's side. She picked up the shirt he had casually thrown on the bed and hugged it in her arms. She looked at Cen Mo and didn't know what to say.
"How are you going to think of a solution for Su Huan?" Cen Mo turned his head to look at Song Yao, pulling back his shirt from her arms.
Song Yao's lips parted slightly, her expression one of shock and surprise. Cen Mo was casually lying on the bed? He sat down and looked at her with his dark eyes …
"Did you … monitor my phone?" Song Yao asked.
"Yes!" Cen Mo admitted calmly.
Originally, Cen Mo had this plan ever since Song Yao got pregnant. But because Song Yao had been staying by his side obediently, he had never really monitored her phone.
Cen Mo would never allow Song Yao to think of running away while pregnant with his child, or … abort the child!
Until this time, when Song Yao and Su Huan unexpectedly bumped into each other at the mall, and they even talked about something without the bodyguards, Cen Mo decided to monitor Song Yao's phone.
Song Yao clenched her fists, restraining her raging emotions. She asked Cen Mo, "What right do you have to monitor …"
Song Yao forcefully swallowed her words that were filled with anger.
She couldn't treat Cen Mo as a normal person. At the thought of Cen Mo's past experiences, Song Yao let out a long exhale to calm herself down. She walked up to Cen Mo and squatted down with both hands on his knees, looking up at Cen Mo. "Since you've monitored my phone, you should know that this is the first time I've contacted Su Huan in a long time! We bumped into each other by chance this afternoon … because you're too possessive of me, I'm worried you'll do something to Su Huan, so I've been feeling uneasy! "
"You're afraid I'll do something to Su Huan?" Cen Mo said with a hint of a smile. "Your heart aches?"
Song Yao shook her head. "I feel guilty. Today at the restaurant, I thought I'd already made myself very clear! I'm filled with guilt towards Su Huan. Even though I can't use anything to make it up to him now, I hope I won't bring Su Huan any trouble because of me! "
Cen Mo nodded, saying, "I'll take care of your phone in the future. I'll return it to you after you give birth to the child …"
"You still don't believe me?" Song Yao gazed at Cen Mo with watery, reddened eyes.
Song Yao's phone, which was on the bedside table, rang. Song Yao looked over, wanting to get up to take her phone, but Cen Mo held her elbow.
Song Yao looked towards Cen Mo …
"Don't worry about Su Huan's matter. Focusing on taking care of the fetus is the most important thing for you right now! I believe you! " Cen Mo held Song Yao's elbow and helped her up. "I also hope you'll do something I believe in!"
The phone on the bedside table was still vibrating. Song Yao frowned as she watched Cen Mo place his shirt on the bed. Then, he walked towards the bedside table …
He bent over to pick up her phone. When he saw the number, he sneered and switched off the phone.
Song Yao couldn't control the grievance and anger she'd been suppressing. "Cen Mo, what do you take me for? My personal freedom must be restricted! My work and rest schedule must be arranged by you! It's up to you to decide what to eat! You have to take my phone away too! You'll only be satisfied when I'm completely under your control! Do you still take me for a human being? Don't I have friends I need to contact? Or … do you think I'm your pet? "
Cen Mo looked at the furious and aggrieved Song Yao, his expression becoming increasingly calm. "I'll give you a new phone. You can contact whoever you want to contact … I won't interfere, but it can't be Su Huan …"
Cen Mo put the phone, which he'd already switched off, back into his pocket. With one hand in his pocket, he gazed at Song Yao and said, "I've already done all I can to treat you well. If you think I'm treating you like a pet, you can think whatever you want!"
Song Yao saw Cen Mo's dark expression as he walked out the door. When they brushed past each other, Song Yao grabbed Cen Mo's arm. "Cen Mo … I won't leave you. You don't like me contacting Su Huan, and I've never done so. This is the first time. This time … Su Huan's father is hospitalized. If Su Huan doesn't go back, he might not be able to see his father in time …"
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