Feng Jin stretched out his hand to comb Hua Rong's windswept hair, "I'll send it to you." ”

"I'll take a taxi." Hua Rong shook her head, "Don't you still have something to do?" We're not on the way. ”

Feng Jin looked at her, her lips curled: "Her affairs, you are busy like this." ”

Hua Rong also held her forehead weakly: "Maybe it's a habit left by her agent before, and I'm worried about her if she doesn't go well." I'll go to see Tingyuan, Nan Chu is alone in the hospital, aren't you afraid of her postpartum depression? ”

"Luo Nanchu did something wrong in this matter," Feng Jin commented very businesslikely, "If it were me, I would be angry." ”

"Anyway, the child didn't grow in your man's belly, how can I feel if I give birth or beat you." Hua Rong gave him a blank look.

Feng Jin pursed her lips and looked at her: "So this is the reason why you chose to give birth to them?" ”

Hua Rong was stunned for a moment, then glared at him fiercely, "Idiot." ”

She turned and walked away.

Feng Jin watched Hua Rong call a taxi and went up, he stood in place with deep and dark eyes.

Don't care? How could it not be cared.

He can treat the two children she gave birth to to Yan Chuxi as his own love, but only if he wants this to be a pair of children that she gave birth to for another man, his heart is slashed. He wasn't in a position to blame her, but he couldn't let himself go completely.

He looked down and sighed softly.

On the bustling street, Feng Jin's figure standing alone at the corner of the street was stretched for a long time.

Maybe he and Huarong can only spend their lives like this.

*

When Hua Rong came to Fu Tingyuan's villa, Fu Tingyuan was sitting on the sofa with an iPad and dealing with emails.

There was a fragrant smell of chicken soup in the air, and the cook came out and carried a thermos flask to Fu Tingyuan and said, "Mr. Fu, the chicken soup is stewed, do you want to send it to Miss Luo?" ”

Fu Tingyuan nodded faintly.

Hua Rong sniffed the aroma in the air, walked in and said, "It's so fragrant, can I drink a bowl?" ”

The maid in Fu Tingyuan's villa had a good impression of this young woman who had frequent contacts with Fu Tingyuan, and when she heard her say this, the cook handed the thermos to the driver, and said with a smile: "There is still a bowl in the kitchen, I will bring it to you." ”

Hua Rong smiled and thanked him.

Drinking ginseng stewed chicken soup, Hua Rong turned his head and slapped Fu Tingyuan in the face.

He was handsome and plain, and he looked unfazed.

Fu Tingyuan sent the last email, and then raised his head to look at her: "I've been reading for so long, have you seen anything beautiful?" ”

Hua Rong smiled: "I thought you went home and sulked alone." "I didn't expect it to look quite normal.

Fu Tingyuan put the ipad on the sofa, then closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the sofa and said lightly: "I've been angry for six months, and the children have been born, what else can I do?" ”

Hua Rong walked over and sat opposite him: "Nan Chu is now alone in the hospital. Won't you go and see her? ”

Fu Tingyuan: "...... Don't go. ”

"......" also said that he was not angry.

Hua Rong put the bowl on the coffee table and sighed lightly: "Nan Chu likes children, don't you know?" It doesn't matter if she wasn't pregnant before, but now that she is pregnant, how can you tell her to bear to beat it? She didn't dare to come back to see you, she was just afraid that you would be angry, and now that the child and her are safe, you can take your breath and wait to see her, right? Well? ”

"......" Fu Tingyuan was silent.

"I don't know how to make milk powder at the beginning, so you can go and help." Hua Rong persuaded bitterly.