"I'm used to it, I'm too lazy to change." Fu Sicheng asked lightly: "Over the years, have you been doing well?" ”

Song Qingman nodded her head slightly, tears rolled in her eyes, she hurriedly lowered her head, and her voice was very soft: "It's good." ”

"That'll do." Fu Sicheng's voice was light and light, "If Aisa's fever does not improve, you can contact this doctor at any time, so that the child's condition will not be delayed." ”

Song Qingman looked at Fu Sicheng and asked with difficulty: "That day, that girl ......"

"It's my wife."

Song Qingman's pupils contracted slightly, and her lips trembled uncontrollably, "I heard that you are divorced...... I accidentally saw the news abroad and was surprised. ”

"No matter what happens, she's the woman I identify with." Fu Sicheng didn't say much else, "You have a good rest." ”

With that, Fu Sicheng turned around and left.

Song Qingman's tears fell.

Fu Sicheng returned to Bluewater Bay and went to Chi Ran's bedroom, tonight he was driven to sleep in the second bedroom by her, and she was sleeping soundly in the big bed alone.

She still can't get rid of her habit of kicking the quilt, so he has been turning up the temperature of the empty wither, just because he is worried that she will catch a cold.

Fu Sicheng pulled up the quilt and put it on Chi Ran's body.

Fu Sicheng quietly left the bedroom and returned to the second bedroom.

Song Qingman took out "Thorn Bird" from her suitcase, she sat in Aisa's room, and turned the page of the book with creases.

- There are some things that we know won't work, but we still have to do them. But being self-aware doesn't affect or change the outcome of things, right? Everyone is singing their own little tune, believing that it is the most beautiful sound in the world that has never been heard. Don't you understand? We have created our own bushes of thorns, and we never stop calculating the cost. All we do is endure the pain and tell ourselves that it's worth it.

Tick, tick.

Tears dripped onto the paper, blurring the handwriting.

Song Qingman squeezed the page tightly, she lowered her head, her shoulders twitched, and she sobbed silently.

She's tried to forget it for eight years, and she's tried countless ways......

But what to do, she can't forget it.

This night, Chi Ran had a nightmare, she dreamed that Song Qingman came back and brought a child, and said that the child was Fu Sicheng's.

She saw the girl holding Fu Sicheng's thigh and calling him dad sweetly, Fu Sicheng was particularly doting on the little girl, and Song Qingman held his arm to declare sovereignty.

And she, she touched her lower abdomen, her stomach was flat, and her child was gone.

Watching the figure of their family of three gradually moving away, she squatted down helplessly and cried.

Fu Sicheng this big pig's trotters!

Chi Ran woke up suddenly, she looked at the ceiling in a daze, and after a while, she lifted the quilt and touched her belly, her stomach was still there, and Chi Ran touched her face, all sweat.

Ji Ran sat up on his elbows, still feeling palpitations.

Fu Sicheng came in to see if Chi Ran had woken up, but he didn't expect her to wake up so early today.

"The temperature of the air withering is too high?" Fu Sicheng saw that her face was covered with sweat, he picked up the remote control and lowered it by one degree, and as soon as Fu Sicheng sat on the edge of the bed, Chi Ran asked him: "I have a nightmare." ”

"What did I dream about?"

"Dream ...... You rekindled your old relationship with Song Qingman and had a child. ”

Fu Sicheng chuckled, "Did you dream of your reaction?" ”

"Of course I'm ......" Chi Ran suddenly stopped, and Fu Sicheng followed her words and asked, "Of course what." ”