Quit pampering

Wen Ying almost couldn't breathe, and a glint of water flashed in her eyes, which became increasingly gloomy.

She just glanced at him lightly, feeling angry and charming at the same time.

Fu Yanlou pressed her, his chest tensed, and he only felt gentle when facing her under the brute force, "I remember you said you were going to school today."

Wen Ying struggled for a while with her eyes closed, her face still buried in his arms, and her voice was muffled, "How do you remember it so clearly?"

Fu Yanlou was twisting her hair with his fingers, but accidentally pulled her scalp. Wen Ying took the hair back from his hand and pushed all the hair aside to prevent him from touching it anymore, "You don't have to pull it if you ask me to get up." My hair."

There was complaint in his tone.

Make a big deal out of a molehill.

He smiled gracefully.

Then, he hugged her to his body, placed his palms against her shoulders and rubbed them.

Wen Ying lay on top of him, pressing her palms against the undulating contours of his chest. The feeling of her hand was, tsk. Suddenly, Wen Ying suddenly thought of what happened last night.

"Fu Yanlou!"

There was a hint of panic in her voice.

She put her hands on his chest to support her upper body, and the brokenness in her eyes burst out, as if tears were about to fall out of her eyes.

Her fear was obvious. Fu Yanlou realized that the emotion was caused by him, and his heart tightened, "What's wrong?"

Wen Ying curled up her fingers and closed her eyes, "You last night..."

He got it in there last night, and more than once.

Wen Ying bit her lip and then said, "Am I pregnant?"

She didn't want to take medicine when she wasn't sick. Taking medicine would hurt her body.

When talking about the child's problem before, she was indeed unprepared for the arrival of the child. As soon as she thought about the unknown but predictable result, she couldn't deny that she panicked.

Her emotions were suddenly out of control, and she complained to him, "You obviously promised me, how could you do that? I'm still so young."

Fu Yanlou put the back of his hand against his forehead and laughed out loud with unknown meaning, his chest trembling.

Wen Ying stared at him closely, "Why are you laughing? You are still laughing!"

His fists were clenched.

Wen Ying wanted to beat him, but she couldn't bear to do so.

It's really strange, how could she be so unsatisfied.

Even now, I still remember feeling sorry for him, so who will feel sorry for her?

The more Wen Ying thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved. She didn't have tears at first, but seeing him smiling like that, she suddenly felt aggrieved and tears fell down.

Hot tears dripped down his neck and his chest. The temperature gradually cooled down and a small piece of wetness gradually became wet. Wen Ying didn't care so much anymore and didn't look at it. He turned over and got off him and sat with his back to him.

Wearing a red silk suspender skirt, the bright satin showed nobility, and the thin fabric reflected her slender waistline and plump hips.

All tempting.

Fu Yanlou sighed, hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on the hollow of her collarbone. As soon as he turned his head, his lips brushed against her face. When he saw the tears on it, his heart ached, and he kissed her all the way. .

Wen Ying pushed him away with both hands, "You still kissed me!"

His eyes turned red, feeling aggrieved and angry.

"Why are you crying?" Fu Yanlou clasped her chin, "You don't want to give birth to a child for me?"

Wen Ying's eyes were as wide as bells, "You know I didn't mean that!"

Fu Yanlou wiped the ends of her eyes with his fingers, and then sighed, "I didn't expect you to cry because of something like this." He lowered his eyelashes, and his eyes that had always looked at her tenderly and affectionately were now a little dim and lonely. , Wen Ying held his face, put her forehead against his, and hurriedly explained, "I cried not because you did that, but because I was afraid, I was so afraid, and I was not mentally prepared to accept it."

Fu Yanlou stroked her cheek and told her, "Don't be afraid of Yingying, I'm having surgery."

"Surgery." Wen Ying murmured, "What kind of surgery?"

Fu Yanlou rubbed her lower abdomen with his palm, and his voice was still gentle and calm, so that the slight coldness was difficult to catch, "If you are not prepared, there will be no little life here, and I will not put you on fire." Roast on the shelf, Yingying, how can I be willing to use tricks on you? I am sure that you will not leave me, so how can I use my child to tie you up."

He sighed deeply and suppressed the irritation rising in his heart.

He didn't want to show it in front of Wen Ying, so his mania disappeared without a trace.

"I..." Wen Ying's thoughts were confused. She didn't expect that he would undergo that kind of surgery, so why didn't he tell her?

Thinking of misunderstanding him and crying in front of him, Wen Ying didn't dare to look into his eyes for a moment. What would he think if she felt wronged like this?

As soon as Wen Ying plucked up the courage to look up at him, Fu Yanlou put her on the bed and sat with his hands on her sides. Wen Ying looked at the person in front of her and hugged his tight waist. She was a little scared at the moment and didn't know why.

It seems that if you don’t touch the problem just now, nothing will happen.

He was right, when was she not squeamish?

She was the one who made the mistake, and she was the one who felt guilty. He wanted to use his love for her to feel sorry for her, forgive her, and not care about her.

Fu Yanlou took her hand away and said, "Yingying, it's getting late. Wash yourself up and go downstairs for breakfast. I'll take you to school."

Wen Ying hummed and took back the hand that was holding the hem of his clothes.

After breakfast, he went out and sent her to the school gate. There was no change as usual, but after spending time together day and night, Wen Ying could notice some changes.

Although his posture was still as gentle as before, the look he occasionally looked at her gave her an unspeakable feeling of suffocation.

Wen Ying got out of the car, turned around, and looked into the car.

Before the car drove away, Fu Yanlou lowered the window and asked, "Yingying, what's wrong?"

Wen Ying bent down and saw his face clearly, "Goodbye."

"Okay." Fu Yanlou said with a smile, "Goodbye."

Wen Ying turned around and walked into the school gate.

When she turned around, the car had already driven away.

On the way to the classroom, Wen Ying remembered the most obvious thing that was wrong. Every time he sent her to school, he would kiss her before letting her go. Sometimes she was so anxious that she forgot that he would remind her and insist on a farewell kiss.

Just now he did nothing.

Is it because of what happened in the morning?

Wen Hui came to the dance classroom, and all the students in the class came to congratulate her.

The news that Wen Ying won the award has spread all over the world, and she didn't do anything about it. Once she did, she became a blockbuster. Her dance back then was just a legend in the eyes of some people. This time, the talents at the dance academy have witnessed what talent is.

Sour and envious.

After the morning class, the instructor chatted with Wen Ying privately.

Now that she is gaining momentum, her instructor intends to let her continue to participate in competitions to accumulate achievements and resume. The gold will shine, but if she disappears, no one will notice.

Seeing that Wen Ying was absent-minded, he reminded, "Wen Ying, I hope you can go further. You need more opportunities to show off."

Wen Ying nodded, "Teacher, I understand."

After leaving the office, Wen Ying asked Archie to drive to the company to find Fu Yanlou. (End of chapter)