Jian Qian wanted to bombard him out, but she had to keep telling herself to be calm and calm.
The little one in his belly is even more troublesome than him.
If the trouble is gone, who will she be looking for?
"Hold it yourself."
He whispered to her.
Jian Qian held him dullly for a while, and there was still a little warm there.
Her face no longer hurts so much, ice still works.
She looked at him, watched him prepare by her side, and then went to get the wine and poured it on herself.
He bent over and sat there thinking, until a large glass of wine was poured into his stomach, he leaned back again, then turned his head to look at her, smiled faintly, and said nothing more.
Jian Qian thought he was strange, but she was unwilling to ask more questions.
This person may be destined to have nothing to do with him in the future.
It's just that this child is related to him.
If nothing unexpected happens, the mother and son will not seek recognition from him.
"Don't put too much pressure on Zhuo Jian's matter. Fu Yanye made her offend many people for a woman. This matter should be related to Fu Yanye. Even if something happened to her that day, it would be another day. One day, it would be a matter of being there.
.”
He spoke indifferently.
But Jian Qian couldn't help but blame herself, because Zhuo Jian was on that day, the day when she almost had a miscarriage.
It's all her fault.
She blamed Zhuo Jian for worrying...
When she arrived in City A, she just wanted to find a backer, but she never expected that one day her relationship with Zhuo Jian would be so good that she was really like a real sister.
Zhuo Jian probably forgot that he had no blood relationship with her.
They didn't even meet, before that.
But……
Jian Qian looked at him again and couldn't help but whisper: "The newspaper said you are dead."
"So you think I'm dead?"
Feng Ying looked at her in a blink of an eye.
Jian Qian is silent, which means that it is.
Feng Ying sighed, then looked for cigarettes from his pocket, but before smoking, he thought that she was pregnant, threw the cigarette on the table, and then leaned into the sofa, "Jian Qian, I almost died."
Jian Qian was frightened.
But he laughed and said, "But God won't accept me."
"What's the meaning?"
Jian Qian asked him in confusion.
Feng Ying smiled and whispered: "Come here."
He did it himself and unbuttoned his shirt.
Jian Qian felt that he was not trying to do anything bad, so she couldn't help looking at his heart, but she didn't move.
So Feng Ying lazily opened his shirt and leaned into her eyes.
Jian Qian: “…”
"Did you see clearly?"
“…”
Jian Qian's breathing was a little trembling.
Feng Ying looked at her frightened look and loosened the fabric of her shirt and tied it up again lazy.
He just sat back slowly and sat there so tiredly.
Jian Qian was already crying.
She didn't know what happened to him. She saw him hugging him left and right that day. His brother said that he was working with a husband for seven women, but now he let her see him so deep and long wounds.
She couldn't stop crying, and she didn't dare to cry out loud, always thinking that this was not good.
After all, he is alive now.
He looked at her in a blink of an eye, and saw that she was crying so pitifully, he could no longer help but speak in a low voice: "Come here."
Jian Qian was still moving, stubborn, looking at him with tears in her eyes.
"I'm like this, do you want me to go there again?"
Feng Ying asked her.
Jian Qian couldn't help crying, and then slowly sat over.
Feng Ying looked at her in a blink of an eye and raised his hand to wipe her tears, "It's not too late to cry again when he dies."
“…”
She even cried twice, and when she couldn't help it, she covered her mouth with her hands.
"I'm so stupid. Those who don't know would think I'm your man. Will you cry like this if that boy Liu Yuntian died?"
“…”
He was still wiping her tears, but the words he said were enough to stimulate her, making her want to push him away directly.
But she pushed his hand, but he put it on again, holding her face: "It's so easy to get angry?"
"You go."
She called him in a hoarse voice.
"I'm leaving, but I can't come back."
Feng Ying reminded her.
Jian Qian looked at him, but didn't dare to let him go anymore, so she could only bit her lip hard.
She didn't know why this happened, she couldn't control herself, she was...
Just fall in love with this bastard.
She didn't even know him.
"Do you want me to hug me? I haven't hugged me for a long time."
He said this gently, but it was not obscene. Instead, something he thought was quietly flowing.
Jian Qian lowered her head and did not dare to take the initiative to go to his arms.
Feng Ying was generous and hugged her in his arms and whispered: "If you have it, go back. This place is not suitable for you, huh?"
Jian Qian still didn't speak, just kept sobbing.
Feng Ying looked down at her again, thinking that she was so stupid.
A woman who others thought was so cold, but now she cried in his arms.
Jian Qian's cell phone rang, and she wiped her tears and left his arms to get it.
When she saw that it was Liu Yuntian, she sucked her nose and controlled her emotions before answering: "Hey?"
"That woman is going to find you again?"
"You don't argue with her, it's my fault."
"What's wrong with you? It's all my fault."
Liu Yuntian said that on the phone.
Jian Qian wiped her tears again, "Anyway, don't argue with her. It's because we didn't handle this relationship well that made her so scared. Yuntian, she actually just loves you too much."
Jian Qian couldn't help saying this because she really hoped that the couple would be well.
Moreover, if a woman doesn’t love another too much, how could she be willing to make things difficult for another woman?
Feng Ying sat there and listened, feeling sad.
She still has time to care about others?
Feng Ying sighed and slowly stood up.
Jian Qian thought of the knife wound in his heart, and immediately said to Liu Yuntian: "I'm a little tired and hang up first. Tomorrow, you just need to let the doctor come over, don't come over, bye."
She hung up the phone, held her waist and stood up: "Where are you going?"
"Some words don't like to listen to, so I'll leave."
Feng Ying said coldly.
Jian Qian stood there, but she didn't dare to keep him, so she could only lower her head and continue to cry.
Feng Ying turned around and looked at him, "Silly woman, why don't you come and help quickly?"
Jian Qian looked at him in confusion.
"I can't touch water, but if I don't take a shower, I'll smell bad, do you understand?"
“…”
Meaning, ask her to help take a shower?
No, it's just a trance, just a trance.
but……
Jian Qian suddenly looked at him reluctantly.
"Or I really have to go find someone else."
He said.
"Then you go."
Jian Qian was angry and walked towards the bedroom with her waist.
After hearing this, Feng Ying couldn't help but smile and thought to himself that he had a very bad temper.
However, he likes women with tempers.
He quickly followed her in. She sat by the bed and wiped her tears, but she couldn't wipe her tears clean. He sighed helplessly and knocked on the door: "Miss Jian, can I come in?"
Jian Qian lowered her eyebrows and didn't speak.
"Then I'll come in."
Feng Ying deliberately pretended to be romantic, as if he was about to tease her the next second.
But he was really standing in front of her, but he just raised his hand and pinched her chin, "Please stop crying, okay?"