Born to be pregnant

Chapter 127 The Figure Waiting Downstairs in the Dormitory

A section of the road that could have been covered in 5 minutes made Tang Mo walk for more than ten minutes late. She hung her head, her soul seemed to be exhausted, and she just wanted to find a place to cry. She just mourned. Love Miao Miao, whose budding has been cut off before it can grow up.

When she walked out of the alley, the outside world was full of traffic, and this world would not stop turning or change in any way because of her heartbreak.

It's just that the sudden sound of brakes still shocked her three souls and lost her seven souls.

Standing on the opening, she watched a bright purple sports car screaming towards her, and finally stopped dangerously less than five centimeters in front of her knee.

The wind blew a few locks of black hair scattered around Tang Mowan's cheeks. It was just blurred eyes, and suddenly two crystal teardrops rolled down, like two broken pearls, and fell on the front hood of the sports car with a clatter. .

A man and a woman sat with the hood open.The man was wearing black sunglasses. It was a cold day, but he only wore a black shirt. The top buttons were slightly opened to reveal his sexy collarbone. His left hand rested on the car door, revealing his slender left hand. There was a silver tail ring on his little finger, which shone scorchingly in the sun, his white elbows were exposed by the rolled up cuffs, and his handsome face that fascinated all sentient beings had a bit of madness and evil charm.

It gradually overlapped with the face she knew.

Through the front windshield, looking at each other from afar.

Fu Zimu hadn't moved yet, but his frightened female companion, who was wearing a white mink, was already yelling at Tang Mowan: "Hey, what's the matter with you woman, do you have long eyes when you walk?"

A woman who was so beautifully dressed, scolded people without ambiguity, leaned forward slightly, slid out of the car, and glared at Tang Mowan.

However, maybe considering that Fu Zimu was by his side, he quickly softened his voice and lowered his posture to snuggle up to him: "Zimu, she jumped out suddenly, I'm so scared."

"Really, I heard your cursing voice is full of anger, and you don't look frightened at all." Fu Zimu pursed his lips lightly.

The female companion who was leaning on him was stunned for a moment, and then showed an aggrieved look on the verge of tears: "Zimu, I'm really scared, I don't believe you touch his heart, and it's still beating so hard .”

As she spoke, she took Fu Zimu's elegant and slender hand and opened the mink towards her, revealing a large and almost white chest.

Tang Mowan calmed down, with a slight look of disdain in his eyes, shaking his trembling legs, and was about to turn around and leave, but Fu Zimu suddenly pushed away the woman's shockingly beautiful scallioned hands covered in beautiful diamonds .

This woman is not the Xia Shu she met in the mall last time.

The women around Fu Zimu are as varied as their clothes.

The woman who was pushed away watched Fu Zimu get out of the car in surprise, and hurriedly followed.

Tang Mowan turned around shaking her chaff-sifting legs, but someone grabbed her wrist. Turning around, it was Fu Zimu's thin arm clasping her tightly. He frowned: "Let go."

The woman also gathered around, watching Fu Zimu pull Tang Mowan with his hands, she enjoyed it very much: "Zimu, what are you doing, this woman is so ugly, let her go quickly."

Fu Zimu glanced at the woman lightly, his eyes were so cold that people didn't dare to make mistakes, he didn't dare to talk too much and stepped aside, and then said to Tang Mowan: "My car hit you, I will send you off Go to the hospital for an examination."

When the woman over there heard this, she became anxious again: "Zimu, you promised to watch a movie with me today, and we didn't bump into this woman, she seems to be fine."

"Yeah," Tang Mowan shook off his hand, distanced himself from him, and spoke coldly, "I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital."

But as soon as his hand was thrown away, Fu Zimu entangled him again like a phantom, showing that kind of evil smile at Tang Mowan like a ruffian who begs to be beaten: "Didn't you hear that you will be scared out of a heart attack?" Then you must have it too, you should go to the hospital for a check-up, in case something happens, I won’t be responsible after passing this village.”

Tang Mowan's attitude was very cold: "You don't have to take responsibility."

"That can't be done. If you don't check and check, if something is wrong, what should I do if my uncle doesn't let me go? I will be the one to blame. Let's go, little aunt!" Tang Mowan had the opportunity to repent and dragged her into the car.

This time, Tang Mowan was not so lucky to escape.

The woman standing by the car had already jumped because Tang Mowan had already taken her place. Fu Zimu didn't even give her a corner of his eye, and drove away recklessly.

It was difficult for Tang Mowan to struggle at a speed of more than [-] yards, let alone escape. The fierce cold wind hit her face, which made her eyes hurt, and the tears quickly blurred her eyes. She wiped them with the back of her hand, But after a while, it was wet again.

Fu Zimu glanced at her, stretched out his hand and pressed one of the buttons, the roof closed slowly, and the convertible sports car was quickly stitched tightly. The airtight space blocked the cold air outside, and Tang Mowan's chest and eyes were not so tight. uncomfortable.

But in such a small space, the tentacles could touch his wrist, Tang Mowan tried to shrink her body to the side as much as possible, as if she could stay away from him and be safer.

Fu Zimu turned his head and smiled, his beautiful streamlined lips were mixed with a slight helplessness: "You don't have to hide so far, I'm just sending you to the hospital, what happened last time will never happen again, it's me No, your leg is all right."

Speaking of this, although it is not as painful as before, but now the weather is wet and cold, there is no guarantee that the cold will not invade, Xie Yiren even thoughtfully sent a text message to remind her to go to the Chinese medicine clinic again.

She originally planned to go to the hospital to see Peng Yuan, but now hearing what Fu Zimu said, she gave him a complicated look.

His face is calm and no abnormalities can be seen, his hands are holding the steering wheel tightly, his sleeves are slightly rolled up, revealing his white and slender arms, and the Hermes belt is stretched on his shirt, faintly outlining the charming figure from his chest to his waist line.The body of the sports car is narrow, but his two slender and well-proportioned legs are still stretched out sharply. Accompanied by the sloppy look on his face, he also has his incomparable charm.

It's no wonder that women flock to him. In all fairness, he does have the capital to play with flowers like this.

A proud family background, a handsome appearance, and a generous hand, satisfy the fantasies of all women who dream of flying on the branches and becoming a phoenix.

But she still doesn't like him.Although they have made good friends before, if there is no parking lot, maybe they can really be ordinary friends, but in Tang Mowan's bones, Fu Zimu's chic has been classified as casual and vulgar .

Although it's unkind to think this way, she can't control her cognitive category.

But now that Fu Zimu has apologized, if she is generous enough, she shouldn't argue with him anymore.

After thinking for a long time, she tightly held the hand on the car door, and relaxed a little. It took a while for her fingertips, which were originally white, to turn slightly bloody.

Fu Zimu finally slowed down the speed of the car and drove on the road at a normal speed. However, Tang Mowan had something on his mind and didn't intend to speak. Fu Zimu pursed his thin lips tightly and didn't bother her.

Later, it was Fu Zimu who asked again: "I heard that Fu Ziyao lives with my uncle?"

Tang Mowan turned his head, and the golden sunlight shone through the car window on his seemingly brown hair. In fact, there were a few strands of red highlights in the middle. It was young and frivolous, but it suited him very well. She ticked it off. lips, and replied in a light tone: "Yes, are you going to take her back?"

Fu Zimu seemed to hear the complaint in her tone: "Why, do you think she is in the way? Do you want me to take her back?"

"Nervous." She waved her hand, and continued to glance out of the window, but he just said to himself, "Are you angry from embarrassment?"

She knew that if she continued to deny it, it would only provoke more ridicule and ridicule from him, so she simply followed him and said, "Yeah, she is very annoying, and she keeps saying things that make me unhappy. Get it back."

She pressed her temples. In fact, it was not the little dirty thoughts in her heart.

For Fu Ziyao, I really don't like Fu Ziyao, more than I hate Fu Zimu.

Fu Zimu didn't expect her to be so direct, and was taken aback for a while.

Tang Mowan also felt that she might have said too much, so she stopped pursing her lips.

"What did she tell you?" Fu Zimu's expression was solemn, and he didn't mean to be joking, "For you to say such things, it seems that she has stimulated you a lot."

"You two have the same blood on your body, tell me, what will she say?"

This time, Fu Zimu turned his head and took a deep look at her. There were many complicated and unspeakable emotions in his long and narrow eyes. Tang Mowan felt uncomfortable in his heart. It seemed that such unscrupulous words could relieve her anxious mood. Emotional, but being watched by him, he felt frightened, and hurriedly turned his head away.

Fu Zimu is actually a very smart person, and he learned how to observe words and emotions very well. Soon, he guessed the deep meaning of her words, and her words provoked: "Did she tell you about my uncle's past? "

Tang Mowan's heart skipped a beat. It turned out that they all knew that she was the only one who was kept in the dark.

Fu Zimu suddenly felt a little irritable, opened the skylight and tilted the corner of his mouth in a frivolous gesture: "I can't stand it like this? Then if the Lord appears in front of you, wouldn't you go crazy?"

Tang Mowan felt like a stick in her throat, and wanted to refute, but couldn't speak, because what he said was right, she was already a little hysterical before the main lord appeared, and when the woman named Han Xiaduo appeared, would she fall into madness?

The slender nails dug into Bai Nen's palm, just when the mobile phone in her bag rang, she hurriedly let go, but found that the tip of her fingertips was stained with blood, and hurriedly answered the phone, Zhang Xiaoman said anxiously over there: "At the end of the night, How about you, why aren't you in the coffee shop?"

Glancing at Fu Zimu beside him, Tang Mowan said softly, "I'm sorry, Xiaoman, there's something wrong with my mother's hospital. I'm here. Have you finished the interview? You can go back by yourself first."

"That's fine, as long as you're fine, I'll hang up first."

"Ah."

While putting down the phone, the car was already approaching the hospital parking lot.

Before Fu Zimu stopped the car, Tang Mowan had already reached out to push the door.After opening it hard a few times, the car door remained motionless, and it was Fu Zimu who locked it.

When he stopped the car and saw that he didn't intend to open the door, Tang Mowan became a little anxious: "Fu Zimu, what do you want to do!"

The tone of questioning was so severe that she didn't expect it herself. Perhaps subconsciously, she still equated the word Fu Zimu with danger.

Hearing this, Fu Zimu turned his head quietly, his left arm was clutching the car door, but his fingers were stroking his chin, his eyes were serious and deep, in the faint light of the underground parking lot, the outline of his face was never seen before. Ever clear.

Neither of them made a sound, only their shallow breaths intertwined. Tang Mowan swallowed, suddenly afraid of his straight, soul-piercing stare: "Open the door, I want to see my mother."

"I would like to ask you a question."

"what?"

"If it wasn't for Tang Wanru, would you have fallen in love with me?" His gaze was fixed on her, making her feel suffocated.

What did Tang Wanru's incident refer to? On the wedding night, he hugged his step-mother-in-law and took over her marriage bed and rolled the sheets?

If it wasn't for that incident, she wouldn't have left at night, so she wouldn't have met Fu Shaoqian, and there would have been no such a series of intersections...

If she hadn't left at that time, according to Fu Zimu's personality, she would have wanted a wedding ceremony... Such a frivolous man who can't hide his charm...

He looked at her so earnestly, and he would not give up until he got an answer. She pursed her lips and showed a wry smile: "But there is no if in this world, isn't it? Can you let me get out of the car?"

Fu Zimu's body shook violently, but suddenly, he lost the strength to continue asking. He pressed the door lock beside him, and Tang Mowan hurriedly got out of the car.

But there was a sound of locking the door behind him.

Fu Zimu followed her step by step.

The experience in the parking lot was not pleasant, so she left in a hurry.

Fu Zimu took her hand: "What are you running for? I won't do anything to you. Go well, so that you won't be blamed on me again."

Tang Mowan was still vigilant, she withdrew her hand, but her pace slowed down: "Then don't follow me."

"My car almost hit you. I sent you to the hospital for an examination. If I don't follow you, who will I follow? Let's go and take you to the hospital for examination."

"No need!" Tang Mowan looked a little annoyed, "Fu Zimu, I know you have good intentions, but I'm really fine. If you really don't want me to hate you so much, then don't keep doing things that make me hate you." Things, I count on you."

She turned her head and left quickly. Fu Zimu was stunned and didn't move for a while, but Tang Mowan's words still poured on his heart like a handful of oil.

Went to see Peng Yuan in the ward, and Mrs. Tang at home waited on her in the ward.

As soon as Mrs. Tang saw her, she greeted her with a smile: "Second Miss, you're here."

Tang Mowan was very unaccustomed to the sound of Second Miss, as if all the glory was bestowed by Tang Wanru, but she didn't argue at the moment, took a look at Peng Yuan, took the basin from Aunt Tang's hand and said, "I'll pour it, Mrs. Tang, sit down and rest for a while."

"No, no need," Mrs. Tang waved her hands again and again, "I'm here to take care of Madam, how can I let Miss do it, Second Miss, you can talk to Madam, I'll go out."

Mrs. Tang went out with the basin, leaving room for the mother and daughter to talk.

There always seemed to be an invisible barrier between Tang Mowan and Peng Yuan. When they were two, they seemed cramped instead, especially when Peng Yuan didn't speak, which made Tang Mowan feel weird.

"Mom, is it better today?"

"What's the matter, you go back, don't run to me if you have nothing to do, it's just annoying to read."

When Tang Mowan said this, he felt a shock in his heart, and he only said that you should have a good rest before leaving the ward in a hurry.

Peng Yuan seemed to be getting more and more impatient with her these past few years. She felt bad enough already. If other mothers knew that their children had suffered such grievances, they would definitely comfort them, but Peng Yuan...

As soon as he looked up, he saw two straight trouser legs and a pair of brown suede soft-soled shoes came into his eyes: "Fu Zimu, why are you still here?"

With a piece of grass in his mouth that he didn't know where to find, his body leaned slightly, and his face still had a cynical and unrestrained smile: "I know you are in a bad mood, so I am waiting for you."

"...No, I'm going back, you should go too quickly."

She waved her hand, regardless of whether he followed her, got into the elevator, went downstairs, hailed a taxi and got in it.

The driver asked her where she was going, but she had mixed feelings, and couldn't answer for a while, so she took out a one-hundred-dollar card from her wallet and handed it to him: "Drive whatever you want, and I'll leave it there when the money is finished."

"..." The driver saw that the girl had been staring out of the window with a preoccupied look. The neon lights outside the window shone on her face, overlapping light and shadow, making her look unreal.

The car got mixed up in the busy traffic, and because there was no destination, the driver did it casually and chose some roads that weren't congested. The half-lit and half-obscured scenery outside the window made Tang Mowan's mood fluctuate.

For 100 yuan, the driver drove around the city several times, and finally stopped when his watch jumped, just at the entrance of Bar Street.

The ancients said that Du Kang is the only one who relieves worries.

Tang Mowan didn't like to drink, but at this moment, she suddenly felt that she could understand her mood better without alcohol.

I thanked the driver, got out of the car, passed one of the gay bars, and for no reason remembered the meeting with Fu Shaoqian here.

His eyes were hot, and he almost shed tears.

He quickly stepped into the opposite bar, sat on the counter, and ordered two glasses of spirits.

Because no one stopped him, Tang Mowan got himself half drunk not long after.A few hours passed, and when she wanted to check out and leave the bar, she was already flushed.

You couldn't stand at all, your hand holding the wallet was shaking, and you poured out all your cash in a single thought, and said angrily, "You can take as much as you want."

"..."

She fell down on the bar without any strength. At this moment, a pair of hands stretched out from behind, and with a grab, pulled her into his arms.

The bartender looked at the man who suddenly appeared in surprise, and called out, "Young Master Mu..."

"Yeah." Fu Zimu looked at the messy cash and said, "How much, take it yourself."

The bartender took a few of them, Fu Zimu stuffed the rest of the money back into his wallet, and dragged the unconscious woman away.

At night, security guards are added to the campus, and private cars are not allowed to enter after eleven o'clock.

Fu Zimu's car was stopped at the gate of the campus.

He simply didn't want to send her back to school, but Tang Mowan, who was already drunk and unconscious, got out of the car by taking advantage of his unpreparedness, and stumbled into it.

He cursed, hurriedly followed, and grabbed her stumbling body again.

She was so drunk that she was unconscious and powerless, and in the end she could only hang on his body like a ball of boneless cotton.

The cold campus lights hit them, she was dizzy and unable to shout: "My head hurts..."

"Who told you to drink so much alcohol..." He lifted her body vigorously, and couldn't help complaining, "Eating so much, it's so heavy, it's time to lose weight."

She groaned twice, looked at the double-shadowed circular arch in front of her, and pushed him away: "Okay, I'm here, don't follow me."

"An ungrateful woman." Fu Zimu slandered in a low voice, but he didn't let go, and took her two steps forward.

Until she caught a glimpse of a black Range Rover from the corner of her eyes, and the tall and tall figure leaning on the front of the car, pierced into her eyes inch by inch under the gloomy and cold light on the roadside, and clenched the whole body tightly. Heart of Chaos—

(End of this chapter)