The dim light shone on the little boy's chubby face, and he slept particularly peacefully.
Lu Minglan put down the fairy tale in his hand and looked at Song Jianning who was standing aside with a flustered expression.
He stood up and said, "The child is asleep. Let's go out and talk."
The two walked out of the bedroom.
The next second, Lu Minglan pulled the person over and pressed him on the sofa, kissing the woman fiercely. The woman struggled first, and then wrapped her hands around his waist.
After a long time, when the two of them were about to clash, Lu Minglan stopped.
His shirt was draped loosely, exposing his strong chest. He sat upright, took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket and took out a cigarette.
The scarlet firelight was half-bright on his fingertips, giving the dark living room a touch of bright color.
Lu Minglan pressed his temples and took a few sips.
Song Jianning straightened her messy clothes, covered her face with her hands and cried, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
"Betrayed me for so little money?"
"I didn't betray you, I didn't give you that information, I just left you because I couldn't bear the condemnation of my conscience."
Lu Minglan chuckled softly, "You stole my seed and ran away. Can you bear the condemnation of your conscience?"
Song Jianning lowered her eyes, "Junjun is not your child."
Lu Minglan stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it on the coffee table. He clamped her chin with his big hands and his eyes turned red. "It's not mine? Do you think I'm stupid? Ha! You deceived me into thinking you were a fool! Song Jianning,
I want to take the child away!"
Song Jianning opened her eyes wide, "No, Junjun is the flesh that fell from my body, you can't take it away!"
She held the man's wrist tightly with both hands, "Ming Lan, there was nothing I could do at the beginning. My mother had kidney failure! My uncle kidnapped the kidney donor and hid my mother and forced me to get close to you to steal information. I can't
If he does, he will kill my mother."
"Can't we solve something together?"
"What do you want me to do? He will really kill my mother." Song Jianning cried loudly, "I beg you Minglan, please let me and Junjun go, because in the end I didn't betray you. I admit that at the time
I was shaken and wanted to betray you. I have already ruined my retribution. My mother is dead and all I have left is Junjun."
Lu Minglan pressed the person into his arms, "Does it hurt when giving birth to Junjun?"
Song Jianning was startled. She didn't expect the man to ask such a question. She could no longer hold on and grabbed the man's shirt, "I hurt, Lu Minglan, it hurts so much. But when I think about this being your child, I
It just hurts. Lu Minglan, what do you want me to do?"
Warm tears slid down the man's cheeks, and he held the woman's face in his hands and kissed her.
At this time, the bedroom door opened.
Junjun came out and rubbed his eyes, "Are you fighting?"
Song Jianning quickly pushed the man away, ran over and picked up Junjun, "No, uncle didn't fight with mom."
Lu Minglan stood up, straightened his shirt and walked over, "I am your father."
Junjun looked confused, "What should I call you?"
"dad."
"oh."
Lu Minglan frowned, feeling like he was being teased by a kid.
...
Fu Shiyan wiped the corners of An Yan's mouth with a tissue, "Is the gossip over?"
An Yan nodded, "I think Lu Minglan is a bit miserable, but Song Jianning also has something to hide. Now that they have a child, they will still be together after going around."
Fu Shiyan stared at An Yan, "Can't we just tell it and solve it together?"
"Song Jianning's purpose in contacting Lu Minglan is impure and hard to tell. Anyway, the result is good, isn't it?"
"Too many years have been wasted." Fu Shiyan thought about it for a moment and suddenly asked, "Have you hidden anything from me?"
An Yan smiled slightly, "No."
She thought in her heart that there was only one Major left. As long as he was eliminated, there would be no secrets between her and Fu Shiyan.
Even if he couldn't remember that she was Mo, he and she were still together.
That's good.
An Yan stood up and wanted to put away the dishes, but Fu Shiyan held her hand down and said, "I'll do it."
An Yan's heart skipped a beat as she watched the man walk into the kitchen carrying the soup bowl. The bowl filled with soup became brand new in the man's fingers like a handicraft.
Fu Shiyan is definitely a human delusion.
She walked over and hugged the man's waist, leaning her little face against him.
Fu Shiyan turned off the faucet and chuckled, "What's wrong? Do you have an idea?"
An Yan knew what he meant and snorted, "Fuck you!"
Just as she was about to let go, the man held her hand.
Fu Shiyan turned around and hugged An Yan, "Let's go, I'll take you to buy a cup of milk tea."
"real?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to drink in the afternoon?"
"Ayan, you are so kind."
"It's good for you, it's easy to make a living."
The two left the wonton shop, turned out of the alley, walked along the street, saw a milk tea shop and walked in.
Both of them were wearing masks, but their brows and eyes were still eye-catching, and the clerk couldn't help but look at them a few more times.
When Fu Shiyan ordered the cup, he marked it with less ice, and the scene emphasized again less ice.
When the clerk heard the man's voice, his body went numb and he answered quickly.
An Yan happily walked out of the milk tea shop holding a large cup of milk tea.
Fu Shiyan asked, "Is it so delicious?"
"It tastes good. Try it." An Yan put the straw to the man's mouth, "Just one sip."
Fu Shiyan took a sip and said with a smile: "If you want to kiss me, just tell me directly. Why do you do it indirectly?"
An Yan: "..."
The two were walking hand in hand on the street. An Yan asked, "The old baby didn't call you all day?"
"Blocked." Fu Shiyan said calmly.
An Yan suddenly realized, otherwise it would have been so quiet this day.
"Then he didn't call from another cell phone?"
"I'm on silent mode today. I won't answer anyone's calls. I'm only going on a date with you."
An Yan pursed her lips and smiled, feeling sweet in her heart.
At this time, An Yan's cell phone vibrated.
She took it out and saw that it was Fu Jinqiao.
"Don't answer it, it might be my dad."
An Yan thought that she hadn't called before, so there must be something important to call now.
She thought about it and accepted it.
"An Yan, my grandfather suffered a stroke and is now in Hong'en Hospital."
"We'll go there now."
An Yan looked at Fu Shiyan and said, "The old baby has suffered a stroke. Let's rush back as soon as possible."
Fu Shiyan took out his cell phone, looked at several missed calls, and called Han Yang directly, "I'll send you my location. Come pick me up now."
"yes."
Twenty minutes later, Han Yang picked up the two of them and returned to Jiangcheng.
At midnight, Fu Shiyan and Anyang arrived at Hongen Hospital.
In the ward, Fu Haichuan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
Zhou Yi sat aside with her eyes red and swollen, obviously she had cried.
After the birthday party, the eldest son and the second son both went back, so Fu Jinqiao was left in the old house to accompany the old man and his wife.
Seeing Fu Shiyan and An Yan, Fu Jinqiao stepped forward and said, "Grandpa suddenly stopped moving. I was very scared. I called you because my uncle didn't answer the phone."
Fu Shiyan asked, "What did the doctor say?"
Fu Jinqiao wiped away tears, "The doctor said that I need to be hospitalized."
An Yan looked at the person on the hospital bed and narrowed her eyes, "Let me take a look."