When Fu Cheng and Jiang Susu went downstairs holding hands, Fu Yuan and Su Yiruo had not yet shown up. Fu Yingsong snorted coldly, this second child is becoming more and more disagreeable. Also, that woman really doesn't have the slightest consciousness of being an "outsider".

In the room, Fu Yuan was sitting on the edge of the bed, lighting a cigarette, and his face was a little blurry in the hazy smoke. Su Yiruo climbed onto his shoulder from behind, "What are you going to do?" ”

Fu Yuan knocked off the bewitching hand on his shoulder with some irritability, his tone was not good, and it was completely not as smooth as yesterday, "What can I do?" You can also see that Dad has always been biased towards the eldest brother's family. ”

"You don't want to change that?" Su Yiruo took away his hand, and was a little annoyed by this man's self-abandonment.

Fu Yuan turned his head, and there was obvious anger in his slender eyes, in fact, what Fu Xinian didn't say right last night was that Fu Yuan was most like the Fu family, and it was these narrow eyes.

"You can, find another good wood. Anyway, haven't you already hit Fu Xinian with your idea? I don't mind if you go from ** to niece and daughter-in-law. Call me uncle, and I'm not going to suffer, am I? Fu Yuan hooked Su Yiruo's chin and slid it over her well-dressed cheeks, but he only felt disgusted.

"Ayuan, if you say that, people are going to be angry." Su Yiruo exhaled like an orchid, put his lips to Fu Yuan's ear, and was coquettish softly, thinking in his heart that before he climbed the big tree of Fu Xinian, he couldn't let go of Fu Yuan's crooked neck tree for the time being.

Fu Yuan laughed softly, and didn't break it, but quietly pushed away the head of the woman in front of him. She Su Yiruo's little ninety-nine is clearly written on her face. It's just that he still has some attachment to this soft body, otherwise, heh.

"Babe, how did you sleep last night?"

Jiang Susu watched Song Wenbei and Fu Xinian eating breakfast at the same time without saying a word, and asked with a smile to relieve the embarrassment in the air.

Song Wenbei raised his head from the bread on his plate and laughed out loud on his lips. Even though he Fu Xinian was sorry for her, Jiang Su really had nothing to say to himself.

"Mom, I slept well."

I didn't want the old man to worry, but Jiang Susu was still startled when she saw Song Wenbei's dark eyes, and suddenly, as if she understood something, she nodded ambiguously, and her mouth was still muttering, she slept well, and the smile on her face couldn't be hidden.

Song Wenbei was stunned at first, but looking at the brighter and brighter light in Jiang Susu's eyes, she already understood in her heart that she had misunderstood. But she also understands that at this time, the explanation will only get darker and darker, so she simply doesn't say a word. Fu Xinian drank milk, but the corners of his mouth were outlined. Is she a tacit acquiescence?

"Sister-in-law Qin, take the food back."

Everyone was ridiculing, and they heard Fu Yingsong's slightly cold voice.

"But, Second Young Master......" As soon as Sister-in-law Qin wanted to explain, she saw Fu Yingsong's black face, so she could only swallow the second half of the sentence into her stomach, and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks in silence.

In the room on the second floor, the young man and woman had just fought fiercely, and there was still a hint of ** in the air. Su Yiruo smiled, "Ah Yuan, I suddenly remembered a poem." ”

Fu Yuan raised his head and motioned for her to continue, but he was thinking in his heart that a person like her would know how to recite poetry against her? I thought that she would only be in the wind and snow.

Su Yiruo's voice was bewitching and charming, like a seductive silk thread, "The warmth of the hibiscus tent is **, and from now on the king - no, early, and court." ”

In the last three words, Su Yiruo said even more subdued, with an innate charm. Fu Yuan remained silent, but a faint mockery welled up in his heart. She can shamelessly compare herself to the peerless beauty Yang Yuhuan, but he Fu Yuan will not be the faint monarch Tang Xuanzong. One day, he will take back everything he has lost, the same!

However, having said that, Dad should have been, can't help it.

Thinking of the old man's face full of anger, Fu Yuan hooked the corners of his mouth, and the evil smile actually coincided with the plain face, there was a kind of fatal harmony.

City B, thousands of lights. In contrast, the festival in the mountain village is a little more deserted.

Xie Xiaoyan and Qin Yuan sat on the school playground to admire the moon. It's said to be a playground, but it's just a larger, cleaner open space. Qin Yuan skillfully used the only ingredients in the village to conjure up a bunch of mooncakes with strange tastes, which made Xie Xiaoyan very happy.

"Xiaoyan, you stay here and don't even report a letter, really, is it okay?" Qin Yuan looked at the little woman who was gobbling up good-natured, and in his eyes, there was deep tenderness.

Xie Xiaoyan just swallowed a mouthful of the stuffing and chewed it with satisfaction, when she heard this, her face stiffened. Qin Yuan sighed, wiped the residue from her mouth with his fingers, and didn't ask any more. But Xie Xiaoyan's mood could no longer maintain the calm she had just now.

Worried?

Except for Song Wenbei, will anyone in City B worry about her?

Yes, the letter. I'm afraid, Bei Bei hasn't seen it yet, otherwise, with her non-muddy style, how could there be no news at all. Perhaps, her life is not satisfactory? Her husband doesn't seem to be a good stubble.

No, it won't. Xie Xiaoyan shook her head and erased these bad thoughts from her mind, how could she be, she Song Wenbei is such a shrewd person, she will always know what is the most beneficial judgment for herself, and she will always deal with the troubles around her as soon as possible. How could she not be happy?

But I, in the face of all kinds of choices, I was about to pull out my hair and didn't figure out why.

Xie Xiaoyan put her hand on her lower abdomen, and her heart was entangled. Even though she knew that carrying this child would not benefit her at all except for carrying a burden, she still couldn't completely ruthlessly bury an innocent little life with her own hands. What's more, there is still the same blood in his body...... It was his blood, which she loved so much.

"Xiaoyan?" Qin Yuan was shocked when he saw the movement of her hand, she wouldn't be, and she had the idea of beating the child off again.

Xie Xiaoyan heard the nervous voice in her ears, and her heart warmed. She's not counted either, a complete defeat.

At least, during this period of time in the countryside, the man next to him gave him the greatest tolerance and care. In addition, the enthusiasm and kindness of the villagers and the vitality and studious spirit of the children have gradually healed her trauma. Also, in such a beautiful and isolated paradise, I am afraid that no one can still carry the kind of filth in his body and do evil deeds as a matter of course. Every plant and tree here seems to guide people to goodness, and compassion.

yes, mercy.

She should also be merciful to her little life.

Xie Xiaoyan was suddenly relieved. Under the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the contours of the corners of her face are also softened, like a real mother, feeling the strong survival of a small life from the womb**.