In the carriage, there was a silence like death.

Feng Ying's voice was still coming out intermittently: "I originally had to spray it once every day to rehydrate, but I was worried that you had been waiting for too long. After the driver sent me, I asked him to go back quickly and forgot to get the skin care products. By the way, did the driver receive you?"

Fu Chengyuan raised his eyes and glanced around.

The people in the car were sitting full of people, and everyone was sitting upright, but obviously everyone was listening with their ears on their backs.

Ye Wo was already laughing and trembling.

Fu Chengyuan only felt a headache.

"Um."

Feng Ying was happy: "It's good to receive it, so it's worth it even if I can't take care of my skin for a day."

"Um."

"It's okay, Cheng Yuan, don't worry about my face. Although I forgot to bring skin care products, I just borrowed the hotel kitchen to boil water and steam my face with water, so that it can also be moisturizing."

"Steam your face? Not making soup?"

Feng Ying hesitated for a moment: "Making soup? I didn't want to make soup. Do you want to drink soup? Then I'll go and learn."

"No! I don't want to do it at all."

"Chengyuan, the hotel decided by Secretary Shi is so poor, and I don't even have a humidifier. I originally wanted to use a humidifier to steam my face, but I really had no choice but to go to the kitchen to boil water..."

"Okay," Fu Chengyuan couldn't stand it anymore: "I'll die if there is nothing else."

Although he said this, he hung up the phone after saying this.

Ye Wo whistled at him, "Mr. Fu, your girlfriend hasn't answered yet, why did you hang up the phone first? Are you afraid of kneeling on the washboard when you go back?"

Fu Chengyuan glared at him, said nothing, and put his phone in his pocket.

For the first time in his life, he felt that the gap between people was so big?

Shi Sangluo said last time that she had a palm-sized brain, and he really looked down on her. He suspected that Feng Ying had no such thing at all.

Ye Wo finally raised his head and was still teasing him: "I thought there was soup to drink, but I didn't expect it to be steamed. Female celebrities are female celebrities, and they are very meticulously maintained..."

Shi Sangluo looked back and saw Fu Chengyuan's face was not kind, and he was afraid that Ye Wo would be so angry that the two of them would have to argue again. She gently pulled his sleeve: "Stop talking."

Ye Wo raised his eyebrows: "Can you swallow this?"

"I..." She paused: "I'm used to it."

Anything that threatens Feng Ying's face, Fu Chengyuan can ignore anything.

As expected.

In the next month, she will definitely encounter many similar scenes, and it is better to get used to it early.

When we arrived at the campsite, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Shi Sangluo felt uncomfortable today, so Secretary Zhu took the initiative to take on the subsequent work and arranged for everyone to start setting up tents and sleeping bags.

Yewo brought a stone from somewhere and placed it at her feet: "Sit down and rest, I'll help you."

Shi Sangluo still had something to do in his heart, and Yu Jie's WeChat message kept her heart hanging all day long.

Not far away, Fu Chengyuan was on the phone, as if he was talking to Feng Ying.

She listened carefully and he seemed to be out of temper. There was a woman crying on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Fu."

Fu Chengyuan quickly hung up the phone, put away his phone and looked back at her: "What's wrong?"

"I want to take a leave to go back to the city."

Fu Chengyuan frowned: "What are you doing when you go back to the city?"

"I do not feel well."

Fu Chengyuan remembered the bloody stain on her skirt, and his frown slightly loosened: "It's so uncomfortable?"

“Some.”

"Then how long will you go back and when will you come back?"

Shi Sangluo was not sure what his bleeding was. If it was a normal period, it would be fine. If it was really as Yu Jie said, it was a precursor miscarriage...

While she was thinking, her cell phone rang.

Fu Chengyuan asked: "Who?"

"Grandpa Fu."

She picked it up.

Grandpa Fu's voice was still as kind and gentle as ever: "Sang Luo, is Cheng Yuan by your side?"

"Here, do you want me to give him the phone?"

"OK."

Shi Sangluo handed over his phone, "Grandpa Fu is looking for you."

Fu Chengyuan was a little suspicious. Why did his grandfather call him and not call him directly?

He picked up: "Grandpa."

Mr. Fu's tone suddenly became stern: "Who did you call just now? I've called several of them and they're busy."

He pinched his eyebrows tiredly: "I'm busy."

"The whole company is out to play, what are you busy with? Or do you think I'm old and don't know anything?"

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

"It was said on TV that you are in love with a little star."

“No love.”

"I just said that those reporters always like to write randomly. I saw the photos. The girl was obviously Sang Luo. But Sang Luo has been too tired recently. Her face looks unnatural, not the same as before."

"……Um."

"You can't make her tired anymore. What if she gets pregnant and loses her baby after she gets tired?"

Fu Chengyuan sneered. His grandfather, who was hoping that his great-grandson would be about to get sick, and such a slight urge to give birth was considered unique.

"Don't worry, grandpa, she can't get pregnant."

"How is it impossible? I have looked for the master to see Sang Luo's photos. The master said that Sang Luo looked like a person with many children and blessings."

"That's all feudal superstition."

"This is a treasure passed down by our ancestors thousands of years ago! Don't believe it!"

"She won't get pregnant anyway, at least not now."
Chapter completed!