An Qing hadn't turned around for a thought, her feet were slightly cold, and she stepped on the base of the bath room by feeling.

The man's breath was close, and his voice floated from overhead, a quiet space, cold and light: "Do you want me to teach you how to do it?" ”

Of course not.

She held out her hand in silence.

Many things that practice makes perfect can still be done well even if you can't see with your eyes, An Qing drooped her long eyelashes and groped with her fingertips.

It's almost May, and the night breeze is warm, especially in this warm bathroom, but her fingertips are always cold, rubbing his skin again and again, obviously cool, but there is a heat in his heart.

"What did you do at home today?"

An Qing served him quietly, and suddenly heard his question, in a very indifferent tone, as if it was just small talk.

She was stunned, this sentence was very common in the past, before, even if the two were far apart, as long as they were free, he would ask her about her daily itinerary, what she did, what she ate, what happened, and no matter how ordinary and boring things became so warm after their rendering.

But in this situation, in this mood, this sentence is very abrupt.

"It's nothing, just eat, sleep, sleep and eat as usual, go to the yard to bask in the sun when I have time, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, what else can I do now?"

A very flat voice, dyed with self-deprecation, Fu Mochuan's eyes as he looked at the woman were even darker.

"What did the doctor say?" He changed the subject, and the doctor would come every few days for a routine check-up, which he remembered should have been today.

"Not like that." The ridicule at the corner of An Qing's mouth was even stronger, her head was still lowered, and her hand was holding his belt: "Maybe it will never get better." ”

Fu Mochuan grabbed her wrist suddenly, she raised her eyebrows, and heard him say, "Okay, you go and release the water." ”

She lowered her hand and turned silently, before she could reach the hose, the warm water was drenching the ends of her hair from top to bottom.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't dodge, standing quietly, receiving the baptism of water.

The man's hand reached over and held her, and in the sound of the water, his magnetic voice was filled with water vapor and hazy.

"If you don't like it, wash it for me."

An Qing pursed her lips.

"Where's the shower gel?"

The man spread out her palms, and the water continued to splash on her, and the scent of lavender spread little by little in the small space.

Gradually, the smell of perfume on his body became vague.

"Do you want to wash your hair?"

"Of course."

"With my face down, I can't reach it."

In the mist, the man leaned down towards her, and An Qing's lips warmed, and she paused.

The man still had the smell of tobacco in his mouth, mixed with his breath, the smell she was familiar with, the breath she hadn't seen for a long time.

Completely, envelop her in it.

In the end, it was Fu Mochuan who put the soft woman back on the big bed, she seemed to be very tired, turned over and fell asleep.

When Fu Mochuan was also about to lean down, his eyes swept over the mobile phone she placed on the side of the pillow.

He suddenly came back when she was listening to her phone just now, and the earbuds were still attached to it, and he couldn't help but pick them up and stuff them into his cochlea.

Her phone password was useless to him, and he easily swiped the screen, looking at the full screen of voice messages, and he tapped lightly.

"Mommy, I made a new friend today, do you want to know her name? Let me tell you, her name is Emily, her eyes are blue, her hair is yellow, and she has ......."

"Mommy, our teacher praised me for my good handwriting, she also combed my hair, she also praised me for my good looks, Mommy, the teacher said that I must look like Mommy."

"Mommy, today the teacher taught us to draw, I drew Mommy, and Uncle Jason praised me for drawing well."

"Mommy, when will you and Dad come back to see Guan'er, grandma said that Guan'er is very well-behaved."

"Mommy, I miss Mommy so much......"

It turned out that she was listening to this.

Fu Mochuan looked at the scrolling audio, gently removed the earbuds, put them away with the phone, and then lay behind the woman, reaching out and holding her into his arms......

An Qing's recent life is very regular, and someone comes over at a fixed time to remind her what to do and how to do it, she doesn't have to worry about anything, just she just needs to follow step by step.

As usual, no matter how tired she is, the biological clock wakes her up on time, the difference is that usually people go to the empty pillow side of the building, and the people who should leave are still lying there.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and she couldn't ignore it if she wanted to.

"You're not going to the company today?" Without turning around, and not daring to make any movement, she asked in a low voice as she lay in his arms.

The man's face leaned close to her shoulder socket, and the hot breath made her feel that the corners of her ears were immediately infected.

"An An, will you give me another child?"

“……”

She was silent, this was not the first time she had heard him bring up the subject.

"Don't you already have it, kid?" The enthusiasm of the early morning was poured by her indifferent tone, which was really cold.

Fu Mochuan lowered his face in displeasure, An Qing snorted in a low voice, and two faint red marks appeared on the shoulders exposed outside the pajamas under the crushing of the tips of his teeth.

He wasn't enough, and his thin lips moved up the tips of her ears and grinded them repeatedly, and her entire neck floated a beautiful pink.

The dark eyes of the man were also dyed with layers of crimson.

"How many times do you want me to say that the child is not mine."

It turned out that he thought she was still minding the one in Van Lowe's belly.

That's right, she minds.

Counting it, Van Lowe's fetus is also four months old, which should be obvious.

An Qing's unfocused pupils swept a trace of coldness.

Fu Mochuan seemed to be very leisurely this morning, and he struggled in bed for a long time, but fortunately, he didn't do anything in the end, just took her to the bathroom to freshen up.

An Qing sat in front of the dresser, feeling his fingertips run through the ends of her hair, staring at the darkness in front of her, her eyes confused.

It's been a long time since I've had such gentleness.

She didn't know why, but she didn't bother to speculate, what else did she have to worry about now?

Today's breakfast was a little late, and after eating, a doctor came, but it wasn't the one who often checked her eyesight, and the kind female voice didn't sound too young.

"Mrs. Fu, can I do a check-up for you?" By the way, I don't know how Fu Mochuan justifies herself, and occasionally some people call her Mrs. Fu.

"Please."

"Please get to bed."

She was a little dazed, didn't she check her eyes?

"Mr. Fu said that you plan to get pregnant, you have had a miscarriage before, I want to do a detailed examination for you."

“……”

When the doctor gently examined her, she thought vaguely, so he was really disappointed enough to deny her every word, and even began to doubt that she had conceived for him?

She closed her eyes and didn't want to think about anything.

The morning sun was good.

When Fu Weinian found the old man by the lake, he saw him wearing a fisherman's hat and a comfortable Tang costume, sitting leisurely under the parasol.

In front of him was a beautiful lake, cascading ripples, and two fishing rods lined up.

The guards were silently guarding the vicinity, and the more conspicuous thing was the little one on his side, who was also dressed casually, with Fu Botao's fisherman's hat of the same style on his small brain, and the back of his small head was facing the fishing rod.

He stood behind the two of them for several minutes, the old man and the young were unaware, the old man was nothing, and it was a fantasy to let a two or three-year-old child sit quietly for a long time like this.

Fu Weinian smiled angrily and walked over slowly.

"Grandpa."

The old man turned his head to see him, smiled happily, and then gestured to him to silence him.

Be careful to scare the fish away.

Fu Weinian also smiled knowingly, sat down on the small stool beside the old man lightly, and jumped over his gaze to look at the small dot on the other side.

Before he came, he heard that the old man had recently become obsessed with a child he had picked up, and it was so painful that he took him with him wherever he went, and he was inseparable, and the outside world began to rumor that this was the illegitimate son of the Fu family.

Even his curiosity was aroused, and Baba came to find it, and he really saw it.

Looking at it this way, this kid was really a little special, he stared at him for a while, and the little guy didn't even look at him, staring at the fish drift with all his attention.

It's not scientific, the best age to move, and there is no basic curiosity.

Noticing his gaze, Fu Botao lowered his voice and smiled: "How about it, this kid is beautiful, better looking than when you were a child."

Listen to this tone, visibly showing off.

Fu Weinian also laughed.

"Of course, grandpa's favorite can be worse, which child?"

"I don't know, my parents haven't been found yet."

"No one wants to be my son." Fu Weinian also chuckled: "I like it when I look at it."

The old man expressed regret.

"Now I know how to pick up ready-made, people's parents may find it one day, you have heard grandpa, and the great-grandson is almost so old."

Fu Weinian ignored the old man's complaints, and when he saw William's fishing rod moving, he volunteered to step forward and pull the fishing rod up for him.

The fish was not very big, and it was alive and kicking, and several people worked together to remove the fish from the rod and put it in the basket.

Fu Weinian took the opportunity to touch William's little head, and his shallow black eyes flashed with soft light.

"Boy, would you like to be my son?"

William gave him a faint look, visibly scoffing.

Fu Botao laughed out loud.

"Touch the nail, if your future son is really half as smart as William, grandpa will be comforted."

Fu Weinian also laughed, and William still treated him as air, reloaded the rod with bait, and threw it back into the lake.

Fu Weinian took the opportunity to sit beside him, turned his head to look at his delicate and playful little face, his long eyelashes were slightly tucked, half-covering the black pupils, Fu Weinian looked at it, and his heart moved, feeling that his appearance seemed familiar.

"Boy, do you remember your parents?" With a hint of interest between his eyebrows, he looked at him and asked in a low voice.