Chapter 1456

Feng brocade stretched out his hand to manage the hair of the flower face, which was blown by the wind. "I'll send you."

"I'll take a taxi." Huarong shook his head, "don't you have something else to be busy with? We're not on our way. "

Feng brocade looks at her, lips warped: "her affair, you are busy to become like this."

Huarong couldn't help her forehead: "maybe it's the habit that she left behind as her agent. I'm worried about her if she doesn't like it. I go to see Tingyuan. Nanchu is alone in the hospital, so I'm not afraid of her postpartum depression? "

"Luonanchu did something wrong indeed," Feng Jin said of being very business. "If it was me, I would be angry."

"Anyway, the child did not grow in your man's stomach, how do you feel if you were born or killed?" The flower turned white to him.

Feng Jin pursed her lips and looked at her: "so you choose to give birth to them is this reason?"

Huarong Leng for a while, and then ruthlessly glared at him, "idiot."

She turned and left.

Feng Jin looked at Huarong and called a taxi. He stood in the same place with deep and dark eyes.

Don't you care? How can you not care.

He could treat her and Yan Chuxi's two children as his own love, but only if he wanted this to be a pair of children she had for another man, his heart was cut. He had no right to blame her, but he couldn't let himself go completely.

He lowered his head and sighed softly.

In the bustling street, the figure of Fengjin standing alone at the corner of the street is pulled very long.

Maybe he and Huarong can only spend their lives like this.

*

when Huarong came to Fu Tingyuan's villa, Fu Tingyuan was sitting on the sofa with his iPad in hand, dealing with his email.

With the smell of chicken soup in the air, the cook came out with a thermos bottle and said to Fu Tingyuan, "Mr. Fu, the chicken soup is ready. Do you want to send it to Miss Luo?"

Fu Tingyuan nodded lightly.

Huarong sniffed the aroma in the air and walked in and said, "it's delicious. Can I have a bowl?"

The servant in Fu Tingyuan's villa was very fond of this young woman who had frequent contacts with Fu Tingyuan. Hearing her saying so, the cook handed the thermos bottle to the driver and said with a smile, "there is still a bowl in the kitchen. I'll bring it to you."

Huarong said thanks with a smile.

After drinking ginseng stewed chicken soup, Hua Rong turned her head and slapped Fu Tingyuan in the face.

He was plain and plain in appearance.

Fu Tingyuan sent the last email to her, then raised his head and looked at her: "after so long, have you seen anything beautiful?"

Huarong smile: "I thought you went home alone sulky." I didn't expect it looked normal.

Fu Tingyuan put the iPad on the sofa, then closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the sofa. He said faintly: "I've been angry for six months. The children have been born. What can I do?"

Huarong went to sit opposite him: "Nan Chu is now alone in the hospital. Don't you come and see her? "

Fu Tingyuan: No

“……” He said he was not angry.

Huarong put the bowl on the tea table and sighed: "Nanchu likes children, don't you know? Not pregnant before even, now pregnant, how can you make her have the heart to beat? She didn't dare to come back to see you. She was just afraid that you would be angry. Now that the child and she are safe and sound, will you calm down and see her later? Well? "

“……” Fu Tingyuan was silent.

"At the beginning, you can't make milk powder. Go and help." Huarong advised painstakingly.