Bochuan Group.

Compared with the previous Fu family, this place is indeed a lot shabby, and it is not even an independent mansion of its own, but people who know Fu Mochuan's details will definitely not despise this place.

This is also the first time An Qing has come up, but she didn't have the attitude of the boss lady like the joke before, and she didn't even pay much attention to the surrounding arrangements, fortunately, the people of the whole country knew about her relationship with Fu Mochuan, so she went in unhindered, Fu Mochuan was in a meeting, someone respectfully led her into his office, and politely brought a drink.

Of course she was not in the mood to drink, standing in the empty room, her anxious heart calmed down a little, yes, after seeing the appraisal results, her head was hot, and she couldn't even wait for Fu Mochuan to go home, so she yelled and came to find it, but now she is a little homesick, what result does she want to get? Actually, it's obvious, isn't it? Lang Yu is definitely not her son, so what about her own son?

Although the answer was about to come out, the knot in her heart was never relieved without asking clearly.

Ask.

Ignore.

Ignore.

Ask......

All kinds of thoughts were fighting fiercely in the back of her mind, and she paced back and forth in the office, and her heart was full of struggles.

Fu Mochuan came quickly, she didn't turn a few times before pushing the door in, An Qing took a deep breath, pressed the anxiety in her heart, and hurriedly greeted her.

"Wife, why did you come here all of a sudden?" He expertly held her waist, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Mochuan ......"

She had a thousand words to ask him, but the words retracted when they came to her lips, and she wanted to know but was afraid to hear the answer, so she looked at him in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Fu Mochuan still smiled, helped her sit down on the sofa in the room, blew ambiguously on her neck, and her hands began to be restless: "Miss me?" ”

She didn't say a word, and her eyes were full of emotion.

Under her complicated gaze, the smile on Fu Mochuan's lips slowly converged, and his expression became solemn.

"What the hell is going on, huh?"

His tone was as low and calm as ever, dyed with the power to calm people's hearts, An Qing clenched his fists, took a deep breath again, and then took the identification results from his bag.

As a result, the name of the appraiser was written casually, but Fu Mochuan's face changed slightly after a few glances.

An Qing stared at his expression, took a deep breath, and finally asked the question: "Husband, Douding...... Whose child is it? ”

"Wife ......"

"Our son, is something wrong?" She then asked.

"What do you think, isn't Douding our son?" Fu Mochuan pinched the appraisal results tightly and denied them word by word.

If it was before, An Qing might believe it, but the white and black letters were in front of her, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were full of pain.

"Husband, I want to see him...... Even if he's gone, I'm going to at least look at him. ”

As a mother, she didn't even see her own son, and she didn't even hear the news of his premature death.

Fu Mochuan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and there were a few traces of pain at the bottom of his eyes.

The two looked at each other silently for a few seconds, and then he nodded slightly.

"Okay."

A good word is very light, but An Qing's heart fell straight down, followed by fluttering tears.

This good word was the last straw that broke the camel's back, and there was no need to say anything more, her guesses were confirmed.

No matter how much she denied it and how she didn't believe it, her youngest son, Fu Langyan, died tragically at birth.

At that time, Fu Mochuan was still waiting for her to continue giving birth outside the operating room, and rushed to the neonatal ward after receiving the news, Lang Yan had no surgery, after all, the two fetuses were born prematurely, the organ development was not complete, and the risk of premature death was very high, at that moment he was also unacceptable, after Lang Yan was born, he didn't even take a closer look, or hugged it with his own hands and left, he was full of regret and pain in his heart, it is conceivable that An Qing will be even more difficult to accept after knowing.

Facing An Qing's weak eyes after giving birth, he really couldn't tell her the bad news, he wanted to delay it for a few days and wait for her condition to be more stable, but the more he delayed, the more unbearable he became, at this time he thought of Wan Er, he had an idea, maybe he could also adopt a child as his own to raise, anyway, An Qing has not seen the child yet, maybe he will believe it, and when the two have a relationship, even if they know that the child is not biological, it is already a boat, and the pain of losing a child will be much smaller.

It can be said that his plan is still very successful, if it weren't for that inexplicable text message, An Qing would have been kept in the dark, happily treating Lang Yu as his own flesh and blood.

As he had planned, he might find that many years later, it would hurt her much less.

But in the end, his plan fell through.

An hour later, An Qing came to Lang Yan's cemetery, and the tombstone was exactly the same as the one in the photo, truly reminding her that this was not a hallucination.

Her youngest son, whom he had never met, left her forever.

Fu Mochuan hugged her who was crying, and comforted her with warm words, it could be seen that he was also very uncomfortable, and his voice was hoarse.

"What does Lang Yan look like?" She choked up and asked, "Does it look like a little bean sprout?" ”

No wonder he was always staring at his daughter in a daze, An Qing finally understood, he was not only looking at his daughter, but thinking of his son who died through his daughter's little face.

Fu Mochuan was silent for a few seconds, and then hummed in agreement.

Perhaps, when he went, Lang Yan's face was bruised, and it was said that he died of lung dysplasia and respiratory failure, so to be honest, he couldn't bear to look closely.

"Why don't you write all of Langyan's name?" An Qing asked again, looking at the simple handwriting on the tombstones, which looked so deserted among the surrounding tombstones.

"I'll have someone add it in a moment."

In fact, Fu Mochuan was worried about being discovered, and since An Qing already knew, this scruple was gone.

An Qing didn't speak again, just stared at the tombstone sadly, and suddenly, she thought of Mrs. White's curse in her heart, is it a curse? Her son died alone.

Her heart was full of pain.

The two stayed in the cemetery for a while, An Qingtong came out with red eyes and was in poor spirits, as if all the strength of the body had been taken away, and he directly started a high fever at night, and the situation slowly improved after a week of raising it at home, but the mental state was still not very good, fortunately, there were two children around him who were waiting to be fed, which could temporarily divert her attention.

Knowing that Lang Yu was not born by herself, she also had a conversation with Fu Mochuan, Lang Yu's situation is really the same as Wan'er, she has also been raised since birth, so she can't do anything to throw him away, but as a lesson from the past, she doesn't want to have any Lang Yu's "biological parents" jump out to do things after she is raised, but Fu Mochuan reassured her that he had checked Lang Yu's life experience in advance, and there should be no problem, as long as she is willing to be her own child, looking at Lang Yu's little face that is ignorant of the world, she slowly accepted this reality, Bury the pain of losing a child deep in a corner of your heart, and don't touch it easily.

Three months later.

The two little guys have grown very well after a general period of recuperation, especially Lang Yu, because they are too edible, they have completely developed into a ball, and the little bean sprouts also have cute lotus roots on their thin arms, their facial features are delicate and beautiful, and their smiles are really as cute as her name.

It's just that every time she sees her bright smiling face, An Qing can't help but feel sad.

If Lang Yan is still there, it should be like this.

Her figure has almost returned to the level before giving birth, and because of breastfeeding, a certain part is especially inflated, and the cup has risen a few notches, and she has slowly started to work, and she has more time to go to the company.

Half a month after receiving a summons from the lawyer, the lawyer told her that Van Lowe in prison wanted to see her.

During this time, she was busy with family affairs, and immersed in the pain of losing her child, and rarely paid attention to other things, it is said that Zhang Lili's mother and daughter have been sentenced, and Fu Zhensheng told her, one death penalty and one life sentence, Fan Luowei has long been angry, and the media did not publicize it, so this matter did not make too many waves, she only remembered the mother and daughter from the lawyer's mouth.

Time has passed, she doesn't have much feeling for this mother and daughter, whether she hates or resents it, it seems to be a long time ago, and she doesn't want to see Fan Luowei again, but the lawyer repeatedly emphasized that Fan Luowei has something very important to tell her, and after hesitating for a while, she still went to prison.

There are really not many opportunities to see this mother and daughter again in the future, so let's listen to what she has to say.

She sat outside the interview room for a short time when she saw the prison guard escorting a woman with a withered face into the room, and she did not react until the woman sat down in front of her.

Is this Van Lowe?

She stared at the woman for a few seconds, until the other person opened her mouth to call her name, and she could vaguely make out a few outlines in the other person's voice.

Frankly speaking, Van Lowe's voice has also changed a lot, not as soft and sweet as before, as if rusty, with a harsh hoarseness.

She looks even more old, in her 20s, she already looks like a middle-aged woman, and the deep decadence and despair revealed by her sunken eye sockets are very uncomfortable.

An Qing looked away after only one glance, she didn't expect that prison life could destroy a person like this.

"Isn't it a surprise? I look ugly now, right? Van Lowe's tone was also gray, like a dead branch in winter, bleak, without a trace of normal popularity.

An Qing pursed her lips, she expected a lot of possibilities before she came, and there was still a trace of resentment towards Fan Luowei in her heart, no matter what, the woman in front of her had killed her parents and hurt her husband, and the grievances between them could not be said for a few days, but Fan Luowei's remnants at the moment really made her angry.

No matter what she has done before, it can be seen that she has been retributed, and it is indeed embarrassing to fall from a star with unlimited prospects to such a glamorous star.