This surrogate mother looks like she is in her twenties, which is similar to what Gu Mohan is looking for, they are all female college students from poor families.

The surrogate mothers found by the rich are all of this type, young and beautiful, but compared with the one Gu Mohan was looking for, this surrogate mother has very young and simple eyebrows, and she looks timid.

Is this the girl who is going to give birth to Fu Qinglun?

What about the owner of the egg?

High-quality eggs must be a part of the female elite of society who are noble-born, highly educated, knowledgeable, experienced and beautiful.

Only this kind of high-quality eggs are worthy of matching with Fu Qinglun.

Lin Shiyu's palm-sized face turned pale.

At this time, a low-alcohol magnetic voice sounded in his ears, "Shishi." ”

Lin Shiyu looked back and saw that Fu Qinglun was here.

Fu Qinglun walked over, stretched out his fair and clean big hand to grasp her little hand, he frowned and asked nervously, "Why are your hands so cold?" ”

Lin Shiyu looked at the surrogate mother, the surrogate mother raised her head, and her simple and timid eyes were glued to Fu Qinglun's body, and her eyes were shining.

Today, Fu Qinglun is wearing a navy blue thin sweater, black trousers underneath, his facial features are handsome like a painter's sketch, the young lord of Gudingburg, the noble blood flowing all over his body is mixed with a clean and warm charming atmosphere, like Fu Qinglun, this kind of man is really very attractive to girls who are just in love.

Fu Qinglun is the first love of all girls.

When will this surrogate mother have the opportunity to contact a man with status, status and power like Fu Qinglun, now that she has a look, the surrogate mother's eyes immediately collided.

Fu Qinglun didn't notice this surrogate at all, and his heart was full of Lin Shiyu's pale little face, "Shishi." ”

Lin Shiyu raised her hand to support her forehead, "I'm dizzy." ”

"I'll take you to rest." Fu Qinglun picked up Lin Shiyu horizontally.

……

In the lounge, Lin Shiyu closed her eyes, she was really dizzy, she fell asleep in a daze, and had a long, long dream.

She dreamed of that surrogate.

The surrogate mother's belly was very big, she deliberately fell, and then said with grievances, "Young Castle Master, my stomach hurts so much, you hurry up and take me to the hospital." ”

A tall figure as jade walked over, and Fu Qinglun came.

Fu Qinglun hugged the surrogate mother.

The surrogate mother showed a sweet smile in Fu Qinglun's arms.

The picture turned again, and a very cute and loving little boy ran over, "Daddy Daddy, I really want to see my Mommy, can you take me to my Mommy?" ”

The little boy dragged Fu Qinglun over, and then a tall and beautiful figure came in front of him, in office clothes, with a white shirt and a hip skirt, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but he was beautiful and moving.

"It's great that Daddy and Mommy can finally be together."

The little boy was cheering.

Lin Shiyu opened her eyes suddenly, she seemed to wake up from some nightmare, and the whole person sat up from the bed.

Where is she now?

She looked around with blank eyes, all white, lonely and cold.

Beads of sweat on her forehead flowed down her beautiful little face, and her hands and feet were cold, and she was trembling all over.

The two thin legs curled up, and she stretched out her slender arms to hug herself, burying her little white face without the slightest blood, and she curled up in a ball.

It hurts so much.

She couldn't stand the pain anymore.

I really can't stand it.

At this time, a gentle call sounded in his ears, "Shishi... Poetry..."

This voice...

Lin Shiyu froze for a moment, then slowly raised her eyes, and she looked at the window in the room.

At this moment, there was a familiar figure standing by the window, it was... Mom.

Mom looked at her softly and slowly opened her arms, "Shishi, my child, come here, come to Mom, Mom hug." ”

"Mom..."

Lin Shiyu's pale red lips showed a painful and nostalgic murmur, she slowly got out of bed, and came to the window with her bare snow-white little feet.

She reached out her little hand and pushed the window open.

The cold wind outside blew in in an instant, like a knife on her little face, this is the eighteenth floor.

However, she didn't feel the cold and danger at all, those empty and dull eyes looked into the distance, she gently tugged at the corners of her lips, "Mom, I'm so cold, hug me..."

She moved a small stool and climbed up the window on it.

"Poetry." At this time, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and a tall body as tall as jade came in outside, and Fu Qinglun came.

Fu Qinglun swept the delicate and pretty figure at a glance, and at this moment, she was sitting on the window.

Today she wore a long white dress, and the cold wind from outside poured in mercilessly, blowing the long hair on her cheeks.

Her white dress was blown and gurgling, and her whole person was fluttering.

Fu Qinglun's cold pupils suddenly contracted and expanded, and his heartbeat stopped at this moment, and he forgot to breathe.

"Poetry!"

He let out a low growl, pulled out his long legs, and ran.

Lin Shiyu closed her eyes, she faced the cold wind, opened her slender arms, her heart didn't hurt, she was relieved, and she was finally freed.

She jumped down.

In the next second, a strong force came from behind, and two healthy arms suddenly wrapped around her slender waist and dragged her back.

At the last moment, Fu Qinglun hugged her.

Just a little bit.

Just a little bit.

Fu Qinglun hugged her on the carpet, two big palms clasped her moist fragrant shoulders and forcibly twisted her around, he buckled her, his eyes were scarlet like a runaway beast, and he shook hard, "Lin Shiyu, you are fucking crazy, this is the 18th floor, you dare to jump?" ”

The low roaring voice, the dizzying shaking, Lin Shiyu trembled, her dull and empty eyes slowly regained focus, she saw clearly, saw the handsome face in front of her clearly.

"I... What did I do? She asked with a shudder, completely unaware of what she had just done.

It was like a big palm grabbing Fu Qinglun's heart, and then rubbing it hard, rubbing it made him feel painful.

He stared at her deadly, his slender chest panting up and down, his mind full, just a little bit.

Lin Shiyu had never seen him lose his temper like this, and now he was biting his cheeks, the huge gloomy anger made his handsome facial features hideous and terrifying, and there were two small storms in his eyes, about to suck her down.

She was dazed, ignorant, but felt like she was wrong.

She slowly stretched out her cold little hand and touched his handsome face, she apologized like a child who had done something wrong, "I'm sorry, I just... It's just too jealous, in my heart... Jealous madness. ”

She said she was mad with jealousy.

She was jealous of the mistress of that egg, she was jealous of that surrogate.