An Qing returned to her room, the door opened, and saw Lang Cheng sitting on a chair waiting for him seriously.

She walked over, squatted down in front of him, looked up at Lang Cheng's delicate little face, she hadn't seen her for a year, his facial features were slightly longer than in her memory, his eyebrows and eyes were even colder, and when she looked at the past, she looked more and more like Fu Mochuan, which made her feel a lot of emotion in her heart.

"Are you waiting here for something to ask me?" She raised her palm and touched Lang Cheng's tender face, only then did she feel that he was a four-year-old child, a child who needed maternal love.

"Say it."

Lang Cheng did not refuse her gentleness, looked at her with bright eyes, and asked very seriously: "Will you marry Guan'er's father?"

An Qing guessed that he would ask this, it was not the first time someone had asked her like this, although Lang Cheng was only a four-year-old child, she was not as perfunctory as An Xin, and asked solemnly: "If I said yes, would you mind?"

Lang Cheng looked at her and replied without hesitation: "Of course, he kidnapped you and Wan'er, I don't worry about him, but you spend more time with him, if you make a decision, I will respect your judgment."

He has always been a sane child, so An Qing was also very cautious in his attitude towards him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about your father?" You don't want us to be a family of three? ”

Lang Cheng looked at her with a serious face, as if his words were well thought out.

"Andy, I don't want you to make any decision because of me, but if you ask my opinion, I don't like these two men, I'll grow up soon, Mommy, I can protect you."

I can protect you.

Lang Cheng's immature tone set off a warm current in An Qing's heart, she bowed slightly, stretched out her hand to hold his small body in her arms, although it took a lot of hardships to give birth to him, but I have to say that this child is the best gift from God to her, she can give up everything, it is enough to have him by her side.

The door was not closed, separated by a wall, Fu Mochuan stood quietly, taking in the conversation between the mother and son, he was silent for a moment, and walked in without seeing any expression.

The mother and son who were hugging each other in the room had separated, An Qing was rubbing Lang Cheng's soft hair warmly, he pretended not to see it, and said lightly: "Auntie has already given me the certificate, I will come to you tomorrow morning."

She snorted, a little speechless, she went to An Xin to get the marriage certificate and was directly refused, and Fu Mochuan gave the green light all the way, obviously she was the pro, what happened this year.

"Rest early in the evening and wake up early tomorrow." Fu Mochuan admonished again, his eyes wandered on the mother and son, turned around and walked out.

An Qing pursed her lips, a woman is such a contradictory animal, although she took a firm stance to file for divorce, and she also held the determination to no longer drag mud and water, but at this time, her heart was still a little blocked, she took a breath and endured her emotions.

Lang Cheng blinked and asked calmly, "Do you want a divorce?"

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse to have such a smart son, An Qing didn't hide anything, and looked at him and confessed: "I'm sorry, Mommy still couldn't give you a complete home."

She is indeed ashamed of this son, who has experienced so much pain since he was born, who has not been able to recognize his parents since he was a child, and who is easy to return to his parents, who is broken before he tastes the warmth of the family, and because of physical reasons, he can't even play carefree like other children, and he becomes so precocious at a young age.

As a mother, she regretted and failed, and always felt that she owed him too much.

Lang Cheng didn't say anything, just opened his little arms to her.

His arms couldn't completely wrap An Qing tight, but being held by him, An Qing only felt that his heart was full.

"It's enough for me to have Mommy......"

His words once again touched her heart.

She didn't have much rest that night, and the next day, Fu Mochuan really woke her up early in the morning, and when she got in the car, it was still dark.

"Wear more, I heard it's going to rain today."

Fu Mochuan got into the carriage and threw her a coat.

An Qing took it silently, but she didn't wear it, she put her hand on her lap casually, looked at the world in front of the car window, and suddenly remembered the last time the two went to get a marriage certificate together, she pursed her lips and turned her face to the side of the car window lightly.

People are still the same two people, and the destination is the same, but the mood is completely different.

In this case, neither of them spoke, Fu Mochuan drove the car silently, An Qing sat on one side, and her mind suddenly crossed over the matter of Jin Feng saying that she came to make an appointment with herself last night, and she actually forgot it all.

She didn't have time to get a mobile phone, in fact, she didn't know Jin Feng's mobile phone number for a year, so she had to release his pigeons.

The sky has been gloomy, reflecting the dull carriage, the air is cramped, in order to alleviate this embarrassment, she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, but she didn't expect to really fall asleep, everything was the same as the day she received the certificate, and when she woke up, she found that the car was parked on the side of the road, and Fu Mochuan put his hand on the steering wheel, turned his head and looked at her quietly.

She was stunned and glanced at the time on the dashboard, more than an hour had passed before departure, but it was obvious that she had not reached her destination.

"What's wrong?" She turned her head to look out the window: "Why can't you open it?"

"Anchored." Fu Mochuan replied casually.

Anchor?

Her first reaction was disbelief, Fu Mochuan had vowed to start over with her before, and as a result, she agreed to divorce so quickly, she had doubts in her heart, of course she felt that he was deliberately delaying.

"I'll give it a try."

She unbuckled her seat belt, Fu Mochuan glanced at her, pushed the car door and jumped down, and asked her to change into the driver's seat.

She tried to start the engine, but the car buzzed a few times, but it never started, and it looked like it was really malfunctioning.

Fu Mochuan didn't say anything, sitting in the passenger seat with his chest crossed and watching her busy, An Qing tried many times but didn't start, so she had to stop her hands.

"Where is this?"

Fu Mochuan reported the name of the place, and it was still half the way to the destination, and it was just stuck in the middle of the waist, which can be said to be not in front of the village and behind the store.

"You broke the car on purpose, right?" An Qing looked at him angrily: "Childish, do you think we won't have to divorce if we can't go today?"

Fu Mochuan looked at her deeply.

"Is there really no room for redemption?"

"It's not that you forgot about it after a year, I'm your mother's enemy, you really don't mind?" An Qing looked at him calmly: "Actually, I can't figure out what else you want to recover, if it wasn't for my accident, we would have left a long time ago."

"I never thought of divorcing you," Fu Mochuan finally had the opportunity to clarify to her: "That agreement is not my intention, I didn't know anything about it in advance."

An Qing raised his eyebrows, didn't he mean it, could it be that Linda Fox was fake Huwei? But so what, she remembered Linda's provocative words in front of her, if it wasn't for what he revealed, how could his subordinates have such audacity?

She smiled coldly, not wanting to dwell on the topic.

Fu Mochuan knew that this matter was not so easy to explain when he saw her expression, pursed his thin lips, pushed the car door and jumped down.

An Qing sat coldly in the driver's seat, watching him open the hood and look at it with care.

There were dark clouds overhead, and the wind blew his hair in gusts, An Qing jumped out of the car after watching it for a while, and walked over lightly, looking at the messy mess of parts.

"Is it well repaired?"

"I don't know." Fu Mochuan turned his head to look at her, "There is a toolbox in the back of the car, you can help me get it." ”

"Why don't you call a tow truck?" She proposed.

Fu Mochuan glanced at her, took off his coat and handed it to her: "Help me get it."

The sky was getting more and more gloomy, and when I looked up, the whole sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing cold on my body.

"Is it cold or not?" Fu Mochuan glanced at her: "Go back to the car and stay."

She tucked away her short hair that was blown away by the wind, looked at him and said, "Don't pretend, you deliberately broke the car, how can it be repaired well."

Fu Mochuan stopped.

"Am I so untrustworthy in your heart?"

An Qing turned her face, looked at the vehicles coming and going on the road, and said coldly: "It seems that I can't get married today, so I'll stop the car and go back by myself."

She took a few steps, and Fu Mochuan grabbed her arm.

"You're in such a hurry to leave me?"

An Qing looked at his black eyes, and the wind blew his voice, which sounded a little ethereal.

She didn't answer, there was a thunderclap on the ground, and the raindrops the size of beans fell violently.

The rain was raging, and in a moment the two of them were wet.

"Come back with me."

Fu Mochuan couldn't help but say, pulling her arm and pulling her into the carriage.

The doors slammed shut, and the sound of crackling raindrops came from all directions, and the whole world seemed to be left with this pouring rain.

"Wipe it clean."

There were no towels in the carriage, so Fu Mochuan pulled a few tissues and handed them over.

An Qing glanced at him, didn't reach out to take it, and pulled a few tissues to wipe the droplets on her face.

She didn't know what she was gambling on, as if accepting his kindness was admitting defeat and making him misunderstand something.

Fu Mochuan looked at her rejection, the tissue in his hand was still pinched, his breathing was heavy, and he spoke lowly.

"I didn't give up on you because of Van Lowe that day, she is not as important as you in ten thousand, but no matter what I say now, I can't make up for the damage caused to you, I was wrong, no matter how angry you are, I won't let go of your hand again."

An Qing clenched her fists, because his words reminded her of the scene a year ago, the scene she had been reluctant to recall, yes, she had hypnotized herself countless times not to care about anything, but there was still a faint pain in her heart.

At the moment of life and death, she realized that she was not his only one.

Look, she's also an ordinary woman, and she cares about these ridiculous things just as much.

After a moment of silence, she said coldly: "So today's accident was really planned by you?"

Fu Mochuan didn't expect that she was still thinking about this at this time, took a deep breath, and leaned over.

An Qing was startled, her back tightened, and she was deeply pressed into the seat by him.