Ni Jiu (Intoxicated)

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After Lin Chen got into the car, he handed Lian Jue’s cell phone back to him. After Lian Jue got it, he didn’t look at it, and talked with Lin Chen about his recent work situation.
The car drove away from the detention center and passed through a dense isolation belt.
Although the shock absorption effect of the car is good, it has not reached the level of walking on the ground. Shen Tingwei’s drowsiness became more and more out of control in the indistinct vibration of the seat. Especially now that after seeing Lian Jue safe and sound, his heart seems to be loosened.
The whispering voices of Lian Jue and Lin Chen in his ears seemed to have hypnotic effects. He almost had the urge to directly tell Lian Jue that he might be falling asleep, but he felt that it was not good to disturb them, so he had to hold on. Eyelid, sitting upright, looking out the window at the rapidly leaning back road scene.
Lian Jue’s attention was not fully focused on the conversation, and out of the corner of the eye caught a slight tap on Shen Tingwei’s head, and turned his head suspiciously.
Shen Tingwei adjusted his sitting position slightly, his eyes were vacant, his eyes fell back in front of him with a lack of focus, and he quickly closed his eyes again.
Passing through a fork in front, the car drove to the right road, and a battery car suddenly sprang out of nowhere, almost sticking to the front of their car and crossing the left lane.
The driver was startled, he stepped on the brake to the end, and Shen Tingwei’s head stepped forward again like a chicken pecking at the rice.
The driver was still in shock, and subconsciously cursed in a low voice, as if he quickly thought that Lian Jue was still sitting in the car, and swallowed the words with a bad expression.
Lian Jue found that Shen Tingwei just hung his head and didn’t move, and couldn’t help but wonder again what kind of creature Shen Tingwei was, and even such a big movement could not wake him up.

Looking at his awkward posture, Lian Jue felt that he might have an obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he called his name in a calm voice: “Shen Tingwei.”
Shen Tingwei seemed to be sleeping soundly and didn’t hear what he said at all. Lian Jue looked at him and said to Lin Chen, “Continue talking.”
When the car started again, Shen Ting raised his head slowly and leaned back into the soft leather seat back, either because of inertia, or because he felt uncomfortable with his head and neck down.
While listening to Lin Chen’s speech, Lian Jue took out the phone and turned it on.
He swiped quickly and carelessly through a row of reminders of unread emails and text messages on the phone screen, and stopped at a WeChat reminder message from nearly a month ago.
-【video】
-【Photo】
-The doctor came over today for a D color ultrasound, and the fetus is healthy.
Lian Jue’s fingers paused, and then he clicked on the color Doppler ultrasound list. After roughly reading the values on the list, he zoomed in on the color ultrasound image.
He stared at the small group of things in the photo for a long time, but couldn’t see why, so he set his eyes on Shen Tingwei who was beside him. He looked at Shen Tingwei’s belly bulging slightly under his thin clothes, and frowned slightly, feeling a strange feeling for some reason.
. . . this little blob is there.
His eyes stayed for a while, then he returned to his mobile phone and clicked on the video sent by Shen Tingwei.
Lian Jue looked at the dim picture at first, and there was a little confusion in his eyes, and it was only after a while that he seemed to hear a very small sound.
He turned up the volume on his phone and brought the handset closer to him.
The sound from the video suddenly became very clear, and because it was so close, it suddenly entered his ears.
Lin Chen obviously heard the voice coming from his mobile phone, and stopped talking, leaving enough quiet space for Lian Jue.
Lian Jue listened to the “regular, powerful, and wonderful” heartbeat that Shen Ting had not imitated and described, and the confusion that he had not yet recovered abruptly landed on his face, and then changed into another strange expression.
This kind of sound is not exactly like Shen Tingwei’s “plop plop”, but it is lower and faster, like it comes from a cheap speaker with extremely poor sound quality, and it is a little dull.
He turned his head involuntarily, wanting to turn his eyes to Shen Tingwei’s lower abdomen again.
His shoulders suddenly sank.
As the car turned, Shen Ting’s head, which had lost his focus in his sleep, rested lightly on Lian Jue’s shoulders.
I don’t know if it was a sweet dream, or when he heard the heartbeat from Lian Jue’s mobile phone in his sleep, his mouth moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Lian Jue’s gaze also followed his movements and changed his destination in the middle, landing on Shen Ting’s sleeping face with a gentle smile.
The car drove quietly and fast on the road, only the muffled heartbeat could be heard in the car.