The pregnancy came unexpectedly, and An Qing's everything was stranded again, and she obediently lay on the hospital bed to raise the baby.

Of course, she didn't disclose this news to the outside world, and only a few people closest to her knew about it, and she didn't even know about it, but she complained a few times on the phone, and An Qing had to let her follow Langcheng to the hospital.

"Mommy, are you sick?" Seeing An Qingguan'er with a needle on the back of his hand, he was very distressed, and pouted his small mouth and blew on it: "Wan'er will help you whew, it won't hurt." ”

"Thank you, Mommy really doesn't hurt at all." An Qing is very comforted, her two children are very sensible and so well-behaved, which makes her full of longing for this in her belly.

She doesn't ask for much, as long as the child can be born safely, grow up healthy and happy, and don't get hurt by her anymore, she is really satisfied.

While Wan Er was cute and cute, Lang Cheng quietly turned to the end of the bed, picked up the medical record card on it and looked at it a few times.

An Qing saw his movements but didn't make a sound, with Lang Cheng's IQ, she also knew that she couldn't hide it.

Sure enough, Lang Cheng turned her little face and looked at her with a slightly strange expression, she pursed her lips and pretended not to see it.

Taking advantage of the fact that Wan'er was hugged by Fu Mochuan, Lang Cheng sat on the side of the bed, and his tone was very light: "Mommy, am I going to have younger brothers and sisters?" ”

"Yes." An Qing didn't hide it, looked at his little face and asked, "Will you be unhappy?" ”

"Why should I be unhappy? I also like it. ”

Lang Cheng's sensible answer reassured An Qing a lot, and his maturity also made her feel even more guilty about him.

He was only four years old, and he should have been pampered by his parents like all children of his age, growing up carefree, even if he was a little rough and willful.

But he endured undeserved hardships prematurely and became so precocious.

"I'm sorry, Mommy gave birth to you, but she couldn't take care of you, and she always asked you to worry about me." She said to Lang Cheng sincerely: "I know you haven't forgiven your daddy yet, I'm not asking you to accept him, but can you give him another chance, don't resist him so much?" ”

Lang Cheng pursed his lips, his eyes were very bright, and he didn't answer her immediately.

An Qing was not in a hurry, and looked at him quietly.

After a long time, Lang Cheng spoke again, but instead of answering her question just now, he looked at her flat abdomen, blinked his eyes and asked, "Is it painful to give birth?" ”

"Actually, it doesn't hurt as much as I thought." An Qing smiled: "Moreover, compared to the happiness of being a mother, these pains are nothing at all." ”

"Then why are you hospitalized now?" Lang Cheng asked again: "Is threatened miscarriage very serious?" ”

It seems that he really can't hide anything from him, An Qing was thinking about how to explain to him, Fu Mochuan walked back to the ward with Wan'er in his arms.

The conversation between the mother and son was interrupted, and Lang Cheng turned his head to look at him, and his little face quickly collapsed.

Looking at his expression, An Qing sighed in her heart, it seems that there is still a long way to go to reconcile these two fathers and sons, and it is really not an overnight thing.

Fu Mochuan was quite cautious about her pregnancy this time, chartered the entire VIP bed in the hospital, and equipped seven or eight bodyguards, who were strictly guarded 24 hours a day, and even An Qing felt that he was too much.

She was quite bored every day except lying down and cooperating with the doctor's treatment, and after taking a nap that day, in the dimly lit ward, she saw a figure standing by the window, looking out through the half-closed blinds.

"Awake?" She noticed it with a slight movement, and slowly turned towards her.

It's Jin Feng.

"When did you come?" She owed a debt on the bed, and Jin Feng came over to shake the bed high for her.

She glanced out the door, and could vaguely see the vigilant figure of the bodyguard, but Fu Mochuan was not there.

"I just came here for a while, and I didn't call you when I saw you asleep."

Jin Feng sat down on the side of the bed, looked at her carefully, and then said, "I'll go back tomorrow." ”

Tomorrow......

An Qing pursed her lips: "I may not send you anymore." ”

"It's okay, it's the same when you get better."

Jin Feng is really not a person who can tell jokes, but An Qing smiled: "Okay." ”

Then the room fell silent, and the two of them stared at each other, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.

Jin Feng was not a talkative person in the first place, and An Qing's position was also very embarrassing, no matter how she didn't feel for Jin Feng, but she was pregnant with another man's child while he was pursuing, which was already very embarrassing.

Jin Feng took the initiative to break the silence and said coldly: "I won't bring her over to say goodbye, otherwise this girl won't be able to leave, if you want, I still welcome you to come and see her." ”

"I'll go, no matter what, she'll always be my daughter."

In this situation, her assurance was a little pale, Jin Feng didn't say anything, his eyes wandered on her face and said, "Paul will stay here, you just have to look for him if you have something." ”

"Thank you."

"As I said, I don't need your thanks." Jin Feng tugged at the corners of his lips: "I'm thinking about whether I want you to ...... if you bring a few children to me in the future?"

An Qing's face changed slightly, Jin Feng stared at her indifferently, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "However, I am really looking forward to that day." ”

"Jin Feng!"

An Qing called his name hatefully, she was just pregnant, and the joke wasn't like that.

"I'm leaving, you're pregnant now, you can't move."

Jin Feng stood up, looked at An Qing on the hospital bed condescendingly, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Anyway, you are my daughter's mother, if you really have that day, just come to me, I will support you." ”

“……”

It was a bit hypocritical to say too many words of thanks, and An Qing also looked at him and smiled.

"Okay."

Although her acquaintance with Jin Feng was unpleasant, she was very glad to have met him.

Jin Feng left Dragon City early the next morning, as silent as when he came, Paul has been running to the hospital very often these days, and he came to the hospital again when he came back from the airport.

His expression was not very good, An Qing looked at his face and raised his eyebrows: "You Brother Feng went back?" ”

"What, reluctantly? I can help you get him back, or you can go and find him. ”

His words were obviously emotional, An Qing didn't answer, Paul glanced at her, took out the mobile phone from his pocket, clicked it a few times and handed it to her.

In the mobile phone is a clip of Wan'er, she wiped her tears and called Mommy, looking at An Qing and feeling very uncomfortable.

"The stepmother is talking about you, a ruthless woman, who cares about you so much." Paul took back his phone, looked up at her and said, "Now that you have a child of your own, I'm afraid you'll forget about her in a few days." ”

An Qing didn't say anything, no matter how she defended, that's the truth, Wan'er has her own biological father, between Fu Mochuan and Jin Feng, she has to make a trade-off, although she is also reluctant, but Jin Feng will not give the child to her.

Paul only complained, and said a few words because his master was not worthy, but he still sat down on the side of the bed, and dragged her wrist to check the pulse.

"By the way, have you ever been to see your dad in the past few days, he has been talking to you in front of me a few times."

"How's he doing?" An Qing raised her eyebrows, and she really didn't go to see Fan Zhihai again.

"That's it, I'm going to die." Paul lowered her arm: "If it weren't for Brother Feng, I really don't want to pay attention to your, I'm leaving." ”

"How's the fetus?" An Qing hurriedly stopped him: "Is he okay?" ”

"Remember to take the medicine I gave you every day, don't do some nonsense, it's not up to me to keep it or not."

Although Paul's every word was like eating gunpowder, An Qing felt a lot more relieved to have him watching.

After lying in bed for four or five days, she felt much better, and the doctor said that she could be discharged from the hospital in a few days, and she should pay attention to rest after going out, do not do strenuous exercise, and don't operate too much.

When she got out of bed after dinner, she remembered Paul's words, her heart moved slightly, and she took the elevator down one floor and walked outside the ward where Fan Zhihai was.

Several bodyguards accompanied her step by step, and this floor was also a VIP ward, where patients were either rich or expensive, and the whole corridor was quiet.

She quickly arrived in front of Fan Zhihai's ward, but did not enter, and through the glass on the door, she saw Fan Zhihai sitting in a wheelchair, and the maid was feeding him one bite at a time.

From being unconscious to being able to sit in a wheelchair, it is considered a good recovery.

An Qing looked at her for a while and was about to leave quietly, but Fan Zhihai suddenly turned his face, his eyes met her impartially, and his eyes suddenly became excited.

"Ah...... Ah......h

He muttered, dangling in his wheelchair, and the servant, startled, looked up at her.

An Qing had no choice but to push open the door and walk in.

"Ahh......h

"How is he?" She said this to the servant.

"The master is recovering quickly," said the servant, "and his fingers moved a little yesterday." ”

"That's good," she didn't want to stay longer, so she casually asked the maid a few words and was about to leave, Fan Zhihai suddenly spoke: "Ya, Ya......"

She was stunned, and the maid turned her face in disbelief: "The master can speak again." ”

Although his pronunciation is very unclear, he can hear that he is calling An Qing.

An Qing lowered her face and met his gaze, Fan Zhihai's face turned red, and he squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "I, no, no ......"

He couldn't say the next words, and the words seemed to exhaust all his strength, and his body went limp, and he suddenly gasped for breath.

"Oh, sir, what's wrong with you?" The servant hurriedly ran forward to push his chest for him, and at the same time rang the bell to call the doctor, An Qing looked at him a few times, and turned away silently.

I, no......

Thinking back to what Fan Zhihai said just now, did he want to clarify something to her, or did he want to deny something?

She couldn't guess.

If she had known that this was the last time she and Fan Zhihai would have met, she thought, maybe she wouldn't have walked away so easily.