It looks like an isolated farmstead, and the night is getting dark.

There were a lot of LED lights hanging around the hot spring, but none of them were lit tonight, and there were faint lights in the distance, and the fog was so thick that it could not illuminate the figures of people who were clinging closely.

An Qing stepped on the man's instep, the spring water was not deep, and it had just reached her heart, but the buoyancy of the water made her very unsteady.

"Mo Chuan......" leaned back, and she subconsciously called the man's name.

Now she likes to call him Mo Chuan, not Brother Mo when he was young, not Mr. Fu Shao when he was teasing, not Fu Mochuan when he was angry, or his husband Mr. Fu when he was coquettish, just two ordinary words.

The person is as his name as, his name is as cold as his person, and every time he blurts it out, it makes her inexplicably reassured.

"Huh?" The man grabbed her, her back pressed against the stone slab in the hot spring.

"Is there anyone around?" She listened to the sound of insects in her ears, and it was very quiet, but she was very uneasy, she squeezed his arm and asked in a low voice, "Is there an outsider here?" ”

After all, this was outside, and An Qing couldn't see the situation around her, and she felt the wind blowing on her face, stained with the heat of the spring water, and her cheeks were red.

Fu Mochuan in the dark, his eyes reflected the woman in front of him shallowly, tolerating her nervousness and shyness.

"Who else do you want to call, huh?" He deliberately pretended not to understand her, and asked in a low voice in her ear.

"Why don't you go back to your room?" An Qing's body was even hotter, and he was embarrassed to raise his face in front of him.

The man managed to be amused by her expression, and the laughter was hoarse, and he raised her face.

"Kiss me."

An Qing dare, her eyelashes trembled, and she listened intently to the movements around her.

Fu Mochuan's patience was finally insufficient, and he held her hand and pulled it badly.

"Yikes."

An Qing's body lost her balance and subconsciously climbed on his shoulder.

The water splashed suddenly, startling ripples, and in the quiet night, the layers were unleashed, endlessly.

Fu Mochuan took advantage of the strength of her pounce, lowered his head and held her lips.

"No one, just the two ......of us"

At the same time, Fu Zhai.

Fu Zhensheng called his youngest son before going home, but he didn't show up when dinner was on the table.

Fang Ruomi was called, but he was the master but there was no one, Fu Zhensheng said that he was very troubled.

"Socializing? I hear him say that he has entertainment all day long, and I, the chairman, are not as busy as him. ”

This time he didn't even answer the phone, Fu Zhensheng's face was very bad, but he couldn't get angry in front of the old man.

The guard also carried William to the table, next to Fu Botao, high in his child seat.

Even Fu Huizhong's great-grandson did not have this treatment, which shows William's weight in the old man's heart.

His eyes swept over Fang Ruomi, who was diagonally opposite, and the old man's face was still very heavy: "Ah Chuan hasn't returned yet?" ”

"He's entertained." Fu Zhensheng had no choice but to swallow his anger to explain.

"What is Ah Chuan busy with during this time, every time he calls him to eat, he is not available." The old man glanced at Fu Weinian: "The company has been in charge of Ah Nian recently, right?" ”

The implication is that Fu Mochuan is also quite dissatisfied.

Is he really busy, or do you throw your face to show the old man.

Fang Ruomi, of course, couldn't sit idly by when she heard these words.

"Grandpa, the marketing department is like this, busy day and night, I also do this business, so I know, sometimes it takes months to negotiate an order, and the entertainment is endless, and I haven't seen Mochuan for some days."

Fu Botao glanced at her coldly, what are you talking to the old man, do you have an outsider to interject, do you have your opinion?

The obvious cold reception made Fang Ruomi's face a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, Fu Weinian helped her say a fair word.

"The third brother is blessed, Miss Fang is so reasonable, she will definitely be a husband and wife when she marries in the future."

"Where." Fang Ruomi pretended to be modest: "The eight characters haven't been skimmed yet." ”

You're still sitting here, and everyone is too lazy to come, so you're an outsider and make up for something.

Fu Botao suddenly spoke: "By the way, speaking of Mochuan, Fan Yatou hasn't seen her for a long time, can't the Fu family afford her, and she still goes out to film with such a big belly?" ”

Not only Fang Ruomi, but many people's faces changed slightly.

"Dick!"

Fu Botao gave birth to two sons and two daughters, Fu Zhensheng is the second, he looked at his son: "The one in Fan's belly is the seed of the Fu family, no matter what, you can't let him wander outside, these days, you find someone to accompany her to the hospital to take a look, send some supplements over, so as not to say that our Fu family ignores it." ”

Fu Zhensheng had to come down one by one.

Fang Ruomi listened silently on the side, vomiting to death in her heart, but she couldn't have a seizure.

But Fu Botao turned his gaze, and this time he stared at her directly.

"Miss Fang, why don't you go with you," Fu Botao said: "It's not easy for Fan girl, swallow your anger and conceive a child for Mo Chuan, you all know that this is the eldest grandson of the Fu family's generation, hey, I am a person who kicks my legs at any time, and I can't take care of the affairs of the younger generation, in the future, this child will always have to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, if you really want to marry Ah Chuan, you will always have to get along with this child in the future, and it is good to cultivate feelings as soon as possible." ”

Why, she has to admit an illegitimate child before she gets married.

A Fan girl, a Miss Fang, the title of the old man is different from intimacy.

Of course, the arrogant Fang Ruomi can't express this attitude.

"Grandpa, it's not that I don't want to accompany Miss Fan to do the examination, it's just that Mo Chuan never acknowledges this child, and he will be unhappy if he knows that I went."

"You also made trouble with him when he made a mistake, and just now he praised you for being reasonable, how did you help him?" Fu Botao twisted his eyebrows: "The paternity test has been done, the child is indeed his, he now knows that he doesn't admit it, he shouldn't let the family take advantage of it at the beginning, don't be crooked, and I don't know who to learn from this problem." ”

Hearing that the spearhead turned to himself, Fu Zhensheng was also very depressed.

"Let's eat first, the dishes are going to be cold."

Fu Botao snorted, turned his head to see William sitting quietly in the children's chair, his eyes wide open, as if listening to them intently.

He was a little sorry in his heart for letting a child listen to such nonsense.

"William, you're hungry, grandpa feeds you well."

William was noncommittal, his big eyes dark and silent.

Fu Weinian suddenly smiled: "Grandpa, I call you grandpa, and this kid also calls you grandpa, there seems to be something wrong with this generation." ”

Fu Botao thought about it, he called himself grandfather before, and asked William to call Fu Zhensheng uncle, in fact, this little guy has never been called, so he didn't pay attention to this stubble.

"Haha, yes, you didn't remind me that I didn't expect this yet." He looked at William kindly: "Why don't you call me grandpa with them?" ”

William continued to be silent on Kim.

Across the dining table, Fang Ruomi saw the obvious difference in the old man's treatment, and she felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

The wild seeds in Fan Luowei's stomach are just that, and they are still related to them, but this wild child Fu Botao who didn't know where to pick it up hurts to the bone, because he embarrassed himself, and Fang Ruomi couldn't figure it out.

Her eyes swept over William's delicate and cute bun face, especially the finger marks that were becoming more and more obvious on it, and her eyes became colder and colder.

Hot Springs Farmstead.

Fu Mochuan wrapped An Qing in a large bath towel and carried her back to the main house.

His clothes were also soaked, leaving water stains that meandered all the way behind the two of them.

With a soft mattress on her back, An Qing regained her down-to-earth feeling, but she was still a little uncomfortable.

"Don't have a bathrobe?"

"Nope." The man's voice, the dark gaze swept over the strangely shaped uniforms all over the ground: "Who let you not bring it yourself?" ”

"......" How could she have guessed this ending?

"And what about tomorrow?" You can't just go out and meet people, can you?

"Tomorrow's business will be talked about tomorrow."

As soon as the mattress sank, the man also lay down.

An Qing subconsciously hid, sleeping together like this, who knows what will happen.

But the man directly grabbed her and pulled her in front of her.

An Qing had to lie down obediently, trying not to make any noise.

The man didn't make any movements, his arm went around her neck, his chin rubbed gently against her forehead, and after a while, An Qing heard his low voice: "An An, if there are any more children, both men and women will be called Lang Yan, girls are the faces of their faces, and boys are words that can be spoken, what do you think?" ”

Lang Yan, Lang Yan.

An Qing was already silently reciting these two names in her heart, and I have to say that they sounded better than she imagined.

"Okay." After a while, she answered in a low voice, and she could hear the perfunctory.

Fu Mochuan didn't mind, his fingertips wrapped around her long hair, gently stroked it, and his voice was also very soft, as if chatting.

"The doctor said that your disease doesn't matter, but if you can't do it, you can still have artificial insemination."

"Oh."

An Qing pursed her lips and suddenly asked, "Mo Chuan, do you guess our child looks like you or me?" ”

“……”

Fu Mochuan will come to his senses, she is talking about the child she once lost, Lang Cheng.

"They all say that my son is like my mother, and he must be more like you."

"Maybe." An Qing tugged at the corners of her lips: "Do you like boys or girls?" ”

"As long as it's born to you, I like it."

"What about Wan'er?"

"Little fool, doesn't she call me Daddy anymore......"

The two of them rarely talked a lot this night, of course, the topic carefully avoided Xie Mingzhu, and there were many things that annoyed them.

It seems that for many nights in the past, the two hugged each other without barriers, sweetly looking forward to the future.

An Qing's eyelids gradually became heavy, and Fu Mochuan heard her voice slowly slurred, and finally it was inaudible.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the woman's quiet and peaceful sleeping face, and lowered his head to imprint a kiss on her forehead.

According to doctors, a cheerful and happy mood also helps to conceive.

It's time for them to have a baby, too.

The night grew darker and darker, and the whole world fell into a deep sleep.

In the VIP ward of the hospital, Xie Mingzhu was still lying lifeless, and from the day she moved in, even her posture didn't seem to have changed.

The room was dark, and she lay alone, so no one saw it, and her fingertips on the side of the bed moved slightly.