Two young and ordinary women occasionally argue about trivial matters, but they can make up again later.

Ye Jiaqi smiled.

In fact, she thought that if she had not been with Qiao Sinian at the beginning, but married an ordinary man, she would probably have been the same as them.

Ye Jiaqi felt a little sad, but more of it was helpless and confused.

There is no longer much feeling on the top of my heart, it is light and quiet.

She became very lazy, too lazy to get out of bed, too lazy to speak, and was not even happy to watch TV.

When they were chatting, she just listened most of the time.

In one day, she met Mrs. Chen's husband and Mrs. Jin's husband.

Mrs. Chen has a slightly irritable personality, but she is not very careful. Mrs. Jin has a gentle personality.

Mrs. Chen ate the fruit for a while and picked up the newspaper to show it to Mrs. Jin: "Look at this little model, it's so miserable. She has been following him since she was 18 years old and has quit the entertainment industry. Now she is twenty-eight years old, and she has given birth to four children. As a result, the richest man doesn't recognize her, but she still has no title. It's so miserable. This little model was photographed by reporters yesterday and the child returns to the richest man's home."

Mrs. Jin said: "The rich family is very affectionate, but this little model got a lot of breakup fees?"

"Well, I got 400 million yuan and got several villas."

"Tsk tsk, so what? Her great youth is gone. Having given birth to four children, does this person treat her as a tool for giving birth?"

"The richer families, the better the more children they have. I heard that three are sons!"

"Where is that richest son? Have no feelings for her?"

"What kind of relationship do rich people talk about? I heard that they broke up peacefully. This little model now has a boyfriend, and that man has a new love."

"It seems that the model is not losing money."

Ye Jiaqi got out of bed and poured a cup of boiled water, and stood quietly at the window and looked at the sky and white clouds outside.

The two wives were having a happy discussion, but Ye Jiaqi just listened and did not participate.

Mrs. Jin looked at Ye Jiaqi's back and said, "Mrs. Ye, why don't you talk to us? You haven't said a few words a day. This is not good for the baby. Pregnant women need to be in a better mood."

Ye Jiaqi turned his head and smiled: "Maybe he's a little tired today."

“There are several places to walk in the hospital room, and you may need to exercise more so that you won’t be tired.”

"Okay." Ye Jiaqi knew that they were all kind-hearted.

The interior is very warm.

Ye Jiaqi raised his hand and gently placed the palm of his hand on the glass. She looked out the window silently and looked at the crowd coming and going downstairs.

The hospital was one of her least favorite places because it was a place full of sadness.

Ye Jiaqi watched the people downstairs walking around, rushing, with a blank look in her eyes.

No sorrow or joy, like a rag doll.

In the evening, Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Jin’s husbands came, and they took their wives out for a walk.

The room suddenly became quiet.

As the sky gradually became late, the afterglow of the setting sun spread on the window glass and also spread on Ye Jiaqi's body.

Her white face was stained with a light golden color, like a fragile porcelain.

When she closed the door, she could still hear Mrs. Chen's hearty laughter and the sound of acting cute with her husband. Mrs. Jin next to her would even laugh at her twice.
Chapter completed!