Chapter 233

Later, when she woke up, it was three days later. Peng Yuan is guarding her by the bed. There seems to be a trace of crying on her face. When she asks about the situation of her child, Peng Yuan brings her a sad news. The child is gone because of the lack of months and congenital defects.

That moment, that day, that period of time, became the eternal pain in Tang Xiaoyan's memory.

She will never forget the moment when she heard the news that part of her body died.

Follow the child.

Before leaving hospital, she also heard the doctor quietly tell Peng Yuan that because of massive bleeding, her uterine wall is too thin, so it's not easy to get pregnant again in the future. Of course, it is not impossible that medical technology is so developed now.

Yes, now the medical technology is so advanced, why did her child not survive.

Everything in the past came in front of her like a horse watching flowers. She couldn't restrain the surging sadness of thousands of troops in her body. When she heard his words, her drunken chill suddenly woke up a little, and then she was exhausted.

He came too fast, she really did not have the ability to deal with, looking at his angular features on the emergence of two bright red fingerprints, but also her body red clothes particularly echo, she really can not forget, sharp eyes, and disgust: "let me go!"

Fu Yunqian's brow was frowning, and his cold face was full of heartache and exhaustion. She was so strange that he couldn't grasp it. His porcelain voice was thick and low: "I already know those things."

The lines of his side face were obvious in the light.

I know. So what if I know.

Can you give her back her baby if you know? Do you know that you can bring a dead child back to life? What he said was too light, but it really forced out the tears in her eyes: "why don't you accompany your wife? Do you think it's interesting to have married women here?"

His voice was inexplicably hoarse: "married woman? Do you know who your husband is? "

"It's not you anyway."

"It's not me. Who is that?" Under his questioning, she could not avoid, "Lu Yunshen?"

"She didn't lie to you."

The box door was suddenly pushed open, and another tall figure came towards them. His clean shirt collar was slightly open, and his face was slightly drunk after drinking. His face was slightly red, but his eyes were calm and clear. He came over and said to the man, "Mr. Fu, she didn't cheat you."

Fu Yunqian stares at the man in front of him and straightens his back slowly. His body looks great and tall, but Lu Yunshen is not bad either. His wrist is in his trouser pocket and he looks introverted. He reaches for Tang Xiaoyan's wrist, but Fu Yunqian's figure blocks his approach.

Lu Yunshen did not venture forward any more. He just stood there. The bright lights reflected the clear and natural expression on his face: "banyan, are you going home?"

Tang Xiaoyan temple pain, heard Lu Yunshen's question, subconsciously some fragments, but saw in front of the block of tall figure, um A: "go, I have a headache."

Lu Yunshen reached over to pick her up, but before he touched her hand, she was held up by the man next to her, and asked coldly, "Miss Lu, I'm really curious. How can the woman who pulled the certificate with me go home with you? I'm sorry. I'll take my wife home. You're welcome

What about the evidence?

He's with her?

When?

The brain circuit can't receive the complete signal completely, the brain is dizzy, and has no strength to think again. The fingers are weak on the waist, and they can't make a strength to lift them up: "put me down."

His deep face is ambiguous in the dark corridor, and his stride is huge. His arms holding her body are steady, powerful and gentle. Although his side face is full of haze, he doesn't speak fiercely.

She gazed at his jaw, but her heart kept sinking, smelling his familiar and clean breath. His nose was sour, and his voice was stuck in his throat. He could not make a sound. He bowed his head and lifted her body up, which could make her close to him. His low alcohol and strong breath completely covered her petite body: "you are tired Now close your eyes and get some sleep. I'll call you when it's time

The voice that always appears in the dream, now clearly rings in the ear, whether it is the dream or the reality, she has been unable to distinguish, but the continuous tears from the corner of her eyes, but wet his shirt, close to his thick chest with clear lines, in the chest, the heart that has been silent for a long time, finally slowly recovered its original powerful beat.

"Why don't you come to me all the time?"

Before falling asleep, she seemed to hear herself asking the most difficult question that had been in her heart for a long time, but she didn't hear what he had answered.

***

the car runs silently in the dark.

Fu Yunqian looked at the sleeping woman, and his eyes seemed to faint.

Knead the swollen cheek, the pain on the face told him, the little woman's flame on the body.

Bow your head. Looking at her leaning against his strong chest, the whole person is enveloped in his strong breath, his arms are slightly tightened, his chin is gently pressing her shoulder, warm and thick finger mousuo is on her white neck: "sorry."Took her back to her hotel.

Marriott presidential suite.

Put her on the soft big bed, the Simmons under her body is slightly depressed.

She rolled a circle on the bed, the tears in the corner of her eyes had dried up, turned into a shallow scratch, solidified on her thin cheek.

When I wake up, my whole body seems to have been run over by the wheel, and I have a splitting headache.

Her ability to see things in the dark is limited, but she slowly found the tall and straight figure standing in the window.

The light in the room was dim, with half of the windows open. The man stood at the window, staring at the dim yellow road light falling into the window. A few rays of naughty lights shine on his black shirt, which makes his tall body seem to be integrated with the night.

There was a faint smell of smoke in the room, too late to disperse.

She didn't sleep for long. She sipped the corners of her dry mouth. As soon as she was ready to get out of bed, the man over there heard the news and got out of his mind.

Seeing her sitting on the edge of the bed and looking for a circle, he didn't find the cotton tow. He turned on the floor lamp beside her and let out the warm and yellow light.

She saw that he bent down from the cupboard to take a pair of disposable white cotton from the hotel, dragged it to her feet, and then took a transparent water cup from the side. After testing the water temperature, he went to the nearby kettle which was just boiling and steaming, and added some hot water to give her: "drink some honey water."

My throat is very thirsty. She felt uncomfortable all over, and she didn't show any affectation. She said thank you when she took it.

But when he reached for the cup, he didn't hold it for a moment. He held it very tightly. After the warm fingertip touched his cold finger pulp, she shrunk subconsciously and curled up the pink fingertip. Then he pulled back his hand: "forget it, I won't drink it."

She stood up and looked for her shoes. Not only the shoes, but also the clothes and the bathrobes of the hotel.

Although she pretended not to care, she knew that there was nothing under her robe.

There is no suspense about who will change her clothes, and she doesn't want to investigate. It's useless to say more. Even though a yearning face is close at hand, she has no courage to approach.

The logo printed on the shoes and the pattern of the hotel tell her that she is in Marriott, but not in her own 1802.

It also saves a lot of trouble. It doesn't matter if you can't find clothes and shoes. She went straight out.

More than two years. Has overturned all her feelings, describe strangers, perhaps the best result for them.

There should be no longer any drag and tear, she said to herself, be proud.

But the hand just touched the doorknob, the swift figure behind had come without warning, and forced her into his arms. The strong male hormone on his body surrounded her, which made her dizzy and struggling: "let me go!"

Open your mouth, your throat is like a sickle.

She clings to the lines of his body, dazed, no further action.

He put his chin on her thin shoulder, his fingers on her shaggy head, and his deep voice sounded softly in her ear: "Mrs. Fu, where else do you want to go?"

Mrs. Fu.

As soon as she was stiff, she thought that what she heard was just a dream talk.

"Mr. Fu is really joking. Your Mrs. Fu is not here. Please let me go." Every word she said had to cost her great strength, and the sting made her brow lock.

He seemed to find something strange about her, released her, bowed his head, saw her discomfort, went back to the table and brought honey water again. He didn't speak, and his deep eyes fell on her face.

Sipping the dried lip, he handed the cup to her and put it on her lips. She lifted her swollen eyelids and reached for it: "give me the cup, I'll drink it myself."

But before he touched the cup, Fu Yunqian held a big mouthful in his neck and pressed her waist against him. His hot, humid, thin and cool lips accurately aimed at the slightly dry red lips and crossed the honey water in his mouth.

Tang Xiaoyan was startled and glared. He put his hands on his hard chest and tried to push him away. The effect was not good. He forced him to break through. She closed her teeth tightly. The honey water that was pressed out of the corner of her mouth slowly slid into her slender white neck along the corner of her mouth, and finally fell into the groove of her chest.

He kisses very domineering, but there is no lack of tenderness. She tries to pretend to be calm, but her boneless body still feels the messy heartbeat.

And her throat, because she was moistened by a little warm water, was eager for more, obviously very resistant, reason desperately told her to stay away from this man.

However, when she opened her eyes and saw the reflection of the cabinet door next to her showing two crazy figures, it was like a basin of cold water pouring down her head, pouring out all the surging emotions in her body.

If she wakes up in a nightmare and pushes the defenseless person away, she takes two steps back and wipes her lips. Suddenly, she doesn't understand why things are like this again. Isn't that ridiculous?

How could the past disappear so easily? Her heart retreated, but he stepped forward, his bulging Adam's apple rolled slightly, his deep eyes were gentle and affectionate, and his thick fingers rubbed back and forth on her thin white face: "I've been waiting for you to come back."