In the small dark room, Liu Linlin collapsed and collapsed on the ground, crying desperately.
She cried about Fu Jingting's unfeeling towards her, and also cried about his statement that he was about to end.
In addition to Liu Linlin, Su Man is also going crazy at the moment.
She couldn't believe what she saw, Rong Shu was actually pregnant.
They actually have a child!
How ridiculous, they actually have a child!
Su Man covered her face and laughed nervously.
After laughing for a while, he put his hands down from his face, revealing a gloomy and twisted ugly face.
You're pregnant, right?
It doesn't matter!
One day, she will kill both of them, as well as their little bastard.
Of course, neither Rong Shu nor Fu Jingting knew all this.
When Feng's mother came back from buying fruits, she saw Fu Jingting combing Rong Shu's hair. She suddenly thought of something. After putting the fruits down, she suggested, "Would you like to cut your hair short, Madam?"
"Cut your hair short?" Rong Shu was puzzled.
Fu Jingting stopped what he was doing and asked, "Why cut it short?"
"Pregnant women need a lot of nutrients during pregnancy, and hair is the most nutritious, so when a woman is pregnant, it is best to cut her hair. If the pregnant woman is in good health, of course she can keep it, but the young lady is not the best.
In this case, it's best to cut it short." Feng's mother took out a few fruits from the fruit basket and explained.
Rong Shu blinked, "Is there such a thing?"
"Of course, the vast majority of pregnant women will keep their hair short during pregnancy. Firstly, it is easier to take care of, and secondly, it prevents the hair from eating too much nutrients."
"That's right," Rong Shu nodded, indicating that she understood.
Fu Jingting touched her smooth, black and shiny hair and asked, "Do you want to cut it?"
Rong Shu also took a strand of hair and looked at it with reluctant eyes, "To be honest, I was really reluctant to let me cut it, and I couldn't find the courage, but I believed what Feng Ma said, so I decided to cut it."
Come on, if you have a big belly in the future, it will really be hard to take care of your long hair."
"Then I'll ask the stylist to come over and cut it for you." Fu Jingting let go of her hair and said.
In fact, he couldn't bear to part with her beautiful long hair.
He likes to stroke her hair, pick up a strand of her hair, kiss it or smell it deeply.
However, if during her pregnancy, this hair would rob her of nutrients and make her uncomfortable, he would rather she cut it off.
Anyway, hair can grow back in the future.
"No need," Rong Shu held the man's hand as he tried to make a phone call, "It's just a haircut. There's no need to go through so much trouble. You can cut it for me!"
"Me?" Fu Jingting was stunned.
Rong Shu hummed, "Yes, you can help me cut it. Just cut it short. There is no need to cut it into any shape."
"But I've never had my hair cut before. Aren't you afraid that I'll damage it?" Fu Jingting touched her hair, feeling a little moved but also a little worried.
Of course he hopes that he will do everything for her personally.
But I'm also afraid of messing up.
Although he knows a lot, he doesn't know everything.
"It doesn't matter." Rong Shu smiled at the man, "Didn't I tell you that you don't need a haircut, so you don't need to make it look good, just cut it short, and I basically won't leave the hospital.
Since you don’t see outsiders, you don’t need to be so particular about it, as long as you don’t dislike it.”
"Of course I won't dislike it." Fu Jingting shook his head.
"That's enough, let's cut it." Rong Shu said, turning around with her back to him so that he could cut her hair more easily.
Feng's mother also smiled and persuaded: "Young Master, since the First Young Madam believes in you, then you can cut it. If you don't know how to cut it, search it on the Internet. Young Master, you are so capable, I believe it."
You can cut it."
"Yes, search for simple short hair on the Internet." Rong Shu's eyes lit up, Feng's mother's suggestion was good.
Fu Jingting also thought it was feasible, so he took his mobile phone and searched for simple short hair styles on the Internet. After searching them, he and Rong Shu looked at them to see what style she liked.
Feng's mother saw the two of them discussing closely what hairstyle they wanted, smiled knowingly, and went to wash them with the fruit.
After she finished washing, Fu Jingting had cut Rong Shu's hair and was arranging her cut long hair. The look of cherishing it made people's teeth sad.
Feng's mother didn't bother to look and turned directly to Rong Shu.
Rong Shu was sitting on the bed, holding a mirror in her hand, looking left and right, admiring her new hairstyle.
And looking at the smile on her lips, she is obviously very satisfied with her new hairstyle.
Feng's mother looked at it and was quite satisfied. She walked over with the fruit plate and said, "Oh, the young master did a good job cutting it."
Rong Shu put down the mirror and replied: "Yes, it's really good. I chose this hairstyle online. I didn't expect that he could reproduce it perfectly."
When she was cutting her hair, she closed her eyes and didn't watch the whole process. Anyway, she had already given the job to the man. No matter how the man cut her hair in the end, she would accept it perfectly.
After all, it was her choice.
Unexpectedly, the man gave her a perfect score for cutting it so well.
She chose a shoulder-length short haircut with a little airy bangs. It looked like a student's hair during the Republic of China period, but in fact it was a bit more refreshing and less heavy than that kind of student's hair.
But it can also reduce her age, making her look like a college student, several years younger.
God knows how surprised she was when she opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. She hugged the man's face and kissed him.
The man almost pushed her to the limit and wanted to kiss her back, and it wasn't just a kiss on the face, he wanted to give her a deep kiss.
Finally, she heard the sound of water from the direction of the kitchen stop, and knew that Feng's mother might be coming out, so she stopped the man.
Otherwise, they would still be kissing now.
Fu Jingting had already arranged Rong Shu's hair, tied it together with a rope, and tied it with a beautiful bow.
Seeing this, Rong Shu couldn't help but ask: "If you don't throw away the trash can, why are you collecting it?"
"I'm going to keep it." Fu Jingting came over, sat on the edge of the bed, put his arm around her shoulders and said.
Rong Shu frowned in disgust, "What's there to collect about this hair?"
Don't you think it's nice?
"Of course I have to collect it." Fu Jingting raised his chin, "This is the hair I personally cut for you. It has a special meaning, so I collect it. Maybe when we have gray hair in the future, when we look at it again, it will remind us of our youth.
It’s time.”
Feng's mother thought it was good, and nodded in agreement: "What the young master said makes sense, and it is indeed worth collecting."
Seeing that Feng's mother still agreed, Rong Shu shook her head in a funny way, "It's up to you. Anyway, don't let me see it in the future. It feels weird."
Even her own hair feels weird to her.
Seeing that she thought so, Fu Jingting didn't force her to accept it. He picked up a strawberry and handed it to her. Then he looked at Feng's mother and said, "Feng's mother, help me find a box later."
"Okay, young master." Feng Ma agreed happily.
While Rong Shu was eating strawberries, she bumped the man's abs with her elbow, "Aren't you going to work in the group?"
"I'm not going today. I'll stay with you today and go tomorrow." Fu Jingting also pinched a grape and ate it.
Rong Shu also wanted him to accompany her, so when the man said he couldn't go, she didn't say anything.
Anyway, nothing would happen if the group left him alone, and Assistant Zhang was there to support them.
"Hey, I'm eating." At this time, Lin Tianchen's voice came from outside the ward door.
The three of them looked up.
Lin Tianchen put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and walked in casually.
