Chapter 310

Then Xie Yi accompanied Tang Xiaoyan to do 13 super. Most of them are pregnant women waiting in line for check-up outside the 13 super room. Some of them have big bellies. Some of them seem to have been pregnant for a short time, and their small bellies are slightly convex, but they all have a happy smile on their faces. Some of them look dejected. Especially now the one who just came out of the 13 super room, covering her stomach, should be supported by her husband, and quietly comfort her: "the child is not happy Well, forced to stay is also reluctantly. You'd better go to the doctor for an operation as soon as possible. It's bad for your health after a long delay. We are still young, and we still have a chance... "

The woman's cry gradually goes away, but Tang Xiaoyan's heart shakes. It's not easy for a woman to conceive a child. It's like cutting six generals through five passes. Every step is a tightrope. Every month, she has to pass a checkpoint. Fortunately, God's mercy has made the little guy grow up safely. Tang Xiaoyan feels excited in silence.

Xieyi people also feel trembled, and they sit quietly.

When Tang Xiaoyan came, she went into room 3. He lay down and showed his belly.

The doctor took the probe and slid it back and forth on her stomach. Soon, it was OK. She sorted out her clothes and printed out the list. The list was very simple. There were only a few data on it. The thickness of the uterine wall was clear at a glance. Sure enough, it was very thin and difficult to conceive.

She sighed. Although she knew the answer, she put it in black and white and said it was false.

She just walked with her head down, didn't notice the people coming in outside, and hit them. Unexpectedly, the person was very weak. Fortunately, Tang Xiaoyan quickly reached out to help her: "are you OK, miss?"

The girl in front of her, who was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, was wearing a long black woollen coat, which made her more and more thin, delicate and delicate features, and her skin was particularly white, almost pale. The veins were visible between her high nose. The pale face was illuminated by the light on the top, and it seemed that even the capillaries were clearly visible. Moreover, the fingers were cold, and the whole body was covered People seem to come out of the ice cellar, lost.

"Miss, are you ok? I'm sorry, I didn't bump into you." Tang Xiaoyan was a little worried.

The doctor called her name over there, and she immediately released Tang Xiaoyan's hand: "I'm ok."

Xu Yi, a very smart name, is in line with her weak and quiet appearance.

Xie Yi people see Tang Xiaoyan out, immediately came forward and asked: "OK?"

"Well."

But the slowest inspection report came out four hours later, and there were nearly three hours left. Xie Yi pointed to the department store not far away and said, "go shopping and pass the time."

In the distance, Tang Xiaoyan saw two familiar people chatting at the gate of Starbucks downstairs. They were a father and daughter, Han Zhijing and Han Jingyu.

Han Zhijing grabs Han Jingyu's arm, and Han Jingyu struggles fiercely: "let go!"

Han Zhijing wants to let her go back, but Han Jingyu refuses. They quarrel face to face. Xieyi people don't know them, and the crowd begins to increase. Han Jingyu quarrels loudly: "let go! I'm not your daughter. If you want to find your daughter, go to the Fu family! "

Suddenly hearing the word Fu's, Tang Xiaoyan's body, which he wanted to walk quietly, suddenly stopped. In such a silent moment, Han Jingyu over there already found her. With a sneer, he pushed Han Zhijing away, pointed to the direction of Tang Xiaoyan and yelled: "see, your daughter is coming. She's over there. If you want to find her, please don't bother me! ”

Han Jingyu roars very loud. Although it's far away, Tang Xiaoyan still hears it clearly. Her eardrum is buzzing. It's clear that there's so much noise around her, but she only hears this sentence and thinks about it in her ears.

Han Zhijing looks along Han Jingyu's fingers. Suddenly, his body becomes stiff, and Han Jingyu takes the opportunity to push him away. Han Zhijing returns to her mind and doesn't let her do what she wants. Instead, he fastens her wrist more tightly, but at the same time, he walks towards Tang Xiaoyan.

"Let me go, let me go..." Han Jingyu struggles fiercely, "if you want a daughter, go to Tang Xiaoyan. Don't worry about me. I don't want you to worry about me. You didn't care about me before. Now why do you have to be hypocritical..."

The more Han Jingyu speaks, the more powerful Han Zhijing is. Tang Xiaoyan's face turns pale. Seeing Tang Xiaoyan's retreating body and Han Jingyu's excessive clamour, Han Zhijing, surrounded by guilt and anger, can no longer be polite to Han Jingyu. He suddenly let go of her hand and angrily said, "if you want to go, just leave, as if the Han family didn't have your daughter, Let's go

Han Jingyu is stunned. Seeing that Han Zhi's reverence for God grieves, she releases her hand. Suddenly, her eyes turn red and she turns around and runs away.

"Quiet words..." Han Zhijing took two steps forward, only to see Han Jingyu struggling to push away the crowd, and finally disappeared in the shadow of no trace, heart dull pain, but, in the end, did not catch up.

He turned around with a sad look, his hands trembled slightly, and the blood of his whole body had been frozen after Han Jingyu broke the cruel truth.

There is meat in the palm and back of the hand.

Han Jingyu was not disciplined when she was young, which made her wild and hard to tame. For Tang Xiaoyan, he didn't even do his duty as a father for one day, so he felt even more guilty: "Xiaoyan..." He moved his throat, but his words were so difficult.When Tang Xiaoyan heard Han Zhijing's voice, she woke up. Mingming was still standing in front of the noisy shopping mall, and the weather began to get warmer. However, she suddenly felt cold. Strange faces came and went in front of her, but she felt like she was standing on an isolated island.

How could that be.

Is Han Zhijing her father? Is Han Jingyu right?

Is she the child of Peng Yuan and Han Zhijing?

So she's the Han family, too? With Han xiaduo or cousins? Isn't that ridiculous? Han family regardless of all means destroyed her life, the result, the answer is so ridiculous?

And she has been thinking about, want the father, standing in front of her? The so-called eye relationship is actually blood relationship?

All kinds of past events come to my mind. She remembered the hardships of Peng Yuan's life, the moving of her mother and daughter as a child, the enduring of those rumors, and the watching of Peng Yuan hiding in the dark crying. The origin of all their pain was the man in front of her.

Her vision suddenly became blurred, and her throat was a little tight. She squeezed her ten fingers into her white tender palm, and she tried her best to control her emotions.

Xieyi called her name anxiously: "Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan Are you all right

Han Zhijing was also very worried. He stepped forward and stood in front of Tang Xiaoyan with a sincere attitude: "sorry, Xiaoyan, I really didn't want to hurt you. I told you this in this way. Xiaoyan, I..."

"Don't call me!" Tang Xiaoyan's face was full of panic. He stepped back two steps, opened the distance between Han Zhijing and Han Zhijing, and then ran away regardless of Xie Yi's call.

Xie Yiren called repeatedly behind him, but he couldn't catch up with Tang Xiaoyan's sudden strength. He stamped his feet in a hurry and quickly took out his mobile phone to call Fu Yunqian: "brother Yunqian, it's bad..."

In the conference room, the lighting was bright, and there were eight people beside the long oak bronze conference table. They were Fu Chengguang, Fu Yunqian, manager in charge of production technology, manager in charge of functional departments, marketing director, production director, financial director and purchasing director.

Fu Yunqian, however, because of a phone call, suddenly pushed aside his chair and left the conference room with a big stride, regardless of Fu Chengguang's suddenly changed face.

The blow came too fast and suddenly.

Tang Xiaoyan almost ran away. She ran along the subway. I don't know how long it took. After exhausting her last breath in her chest, she stopped abruptly. It was like breathing. It was all a hard work.

After calming down, you can feel the mobile phone in the bag constantly shaking.

Holding a pole, she took out her cell phone. The phone had stopped. It showed that there were more than a dozen missed calls. As soon as she was ready to return, the phone came in again. This time, she still answered.

"Where is it?" In Fu Yunqian's deep voice, he seemed to be worried.

Tang Xiaoyan's voice is a little hoarse: "how to call at this time."

"Ask where you are." He accentuated, "address, I'll come here now."

Tang Xiaoyan's first thought was that he knew. Also, Xie Yi people will definitely inform him, so he looked at the roadside sign and told him the address.

When Fu Yunqian found Tang Xiaoyan, she leaned against the pole like an old monk. Her head hung down, and her coat was open at will, revealing the tight clothes she was wearing inside. Her tight jeans gave her a panoramic view of her good figure. There were many good young people on the opposite side whistling at her when passing by.

It's a pity that she was once in her own world and didn't realize it.

Until the low line of sight, suddenly a pair of men's soft soled shoes, standing in front of her, and then is neat as a knife cutting edge of black trousers.

Some stinging eyes were blown by the wind, suddenly sour up.

However, when I raised my head, I had changed into a quiet smiling face with curved eyebrows: "it's faster than I expected."

Her fingers on the outside were red, her cheeks were icy and red, as if she had lost consciousness, so she looked very stiff when she laughed.

Fu Yunqian lowered his head, took her hand and put it into his suit pocket. The warmth of his breath came in an instant. He was at ease and peaceful.

She just stood there quietly, her hands had been put into his pocket, and even her body had been pasted in the past. He untied the button of his suit coat. Although he was still across the clothes, it was not the real skin, but the temperature of his body was still unimpeded through his clothes. Tang Xiaoyan shrank in his arms, without saying a word, letting his cold fingertips Cold body, inch by inch warm.

On the way back, Fu Yunqian did not ask, Tang Xiaoyan did not say, she is still sitting there quietly, can not see the sadness and joy.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon, and she hadn't eaten anything since morning.

Fu Yunqian put her on the sofa, drilled into the kitchen by himself, and soon brought out a bowl of green vegetables and egg noodles and put them on the small table in front of her.

Smelling the strong aroma in the air, her numb nerves seemed to be restored.Noodles eating, tears will be silent rolling in the bowl, the original moderate salty noodles, suddenly become idle.

Fu Yunqian did not say anything, just sat aside, watching her tears drop by drop, rolling hot, sliding into the bowl in his hand, but it was clear that the iron was on his heart.

When she was almost finished, she took out a paper towel and handed it to her.

"Isn't it ugly?" She took the tissue, her words with a strong nasal tone.