Born to be pregnant

Chapter 134 Breaking up with Han Xiaduo
Although Fu Shaoqian said that he had asked for leave, but his identity was there, so many things were responsible for him to make decisions, so how could he really be free.

The dinner is still a takeaway from the InterContinental Hotel. When I eat it at noon, the food is already cold, but the taste is still very good. One can imagine how good the delicious steaming dinner is at night.

Tang Mowan proposed to feed Fu Shaoqian first, but he refused: "You don't need to feed me, let's eat together."

She stared at his hand and shook her head: "Let me feed you."

There was a slight smile in his eyes, and his eyes were gentle: "It's okay, I can do it myself." Then he picked up the chopsticks with his left hand, and started eating while Tang Mowan was stunned.

Although his left hand is not as flexible as his right hand, he has no problem with eating or something, and his eating is even very elegant
Tang Mowan stood there holding his chopsticks for a long time.

"what happened?"

Feeling cheated, her words were full of accusations: "Why do you want me to feed you at noon? Your left hand is not inferior to your right hand at all. You can actually do many things by yourself, right?"

"...You want to feed me." Fu Shaoqian actually didn't ask for many things, but Tang Mowan automatically took over the tasks, such as helping him take off his pants last night, such as feeding him at noon.

Knowing that she was being tricked, Tang Mowan was very angry at first, but after thinking about it, the anger suddenly dissipated, but she still gave him a reproachful look: "Cheat me next time, I want you to look good!"

She had a clean little face, and was wearing his loose shirt. She put one hand on the table, and held the chopsticks in the other, picking her own dishes and stuffing them into her bright red mouth. The eyelashes cast two shadows on the eyelids, looking at him like this suddenly made him feel warm in his heart, and his body felt strangely hot again.

The mobile phone on the coffee table rang. He put down his chopsticks and went to the sofa to answer the phone. Tang Mowan also slowed down when he was eating, and he said, "Okay, put it away, I'll go back later."

Although there is a computer in hand to send and receive emails, some official documents still need to be dealt with at the villa.

Because Chen Mo had already sent all the documents that had been backlogged for a day to there.

After clearing away the dishes and chopsticks, the clothes hanging on the balcony were naturally not dry, and he really fulfilled his promise, taking her out of Longhu Chunjiang on a dark and windy night.

She was wearing his shirt, the hem of the shirt was tucked into the wide trousers, and the belt was her own. She was wearing Fu Shaoqian's thick black cashmere coat on the outside, and she was covered under a black coat. She glanced at it in the elevator With her own attire, she stuck out her tongue at him: "I look like this, I can go directly to acting in ghost movies."

He glanced at her, with a slight smile on his lips: "Well, it's still a ghost who likes to steal men's clothes."

"Hey!" She stared at him dissatisfied, trying to stand on tiptoe to shorten the height gap between the two, "If it weren't for you, would my clothes be wet? You really don't understand good people, and now you are making fun of me instead .”

"Okay, don't laugh." He hugged her out of the elevator and walked towards the car on the side.

In front of the silver turntable in the parking lot, she saw the shadows of the two of them cuddling together in black, looking quite obscene. Suddenly, the words Fu Shaoqian had said once sounded, and she laughed again, and then poked Fu Shaoqian's body next to her. Arm: "Hey, do you still remember what you said to me at that time?"

"what?"

She didn't make a fool of herself either: "Tell me, go back and tell Lu Lifeng that he is the love of my life..."

Tang Mowan pinched his throat, imitating the tone he said at the time, and repeated it vividly, which quickly brought back his memory at the time, and at the same time made an assertion: "No wonder old master Confucius said that it is difficult for a woman and a villain. Yang Ye, I don’t remember the good ones, but remember the bad ones clearly.”

"Yes, so you have to treat me well in the future, or else, I will remember." She scratched him twice with the eye of a knife.

He stretched out his hands to hold her body tightly, hummed softly, although the voice was soft, but he could hear it clearly, and the waist that hugged her was even tighter.

"Hey, didn't we come here by taxi? Why is there a car here?" Fu Shaoqian handed her the key, and she asked belatedly.

"I stopped here before, let's go back."

"Oh."

After returning to the villa, Tang Mowan was afraid that Fu Bo would be frightened by the nondescript clothes she wore, so she asked Fu Shaoqian to take the lead, but Fu Shaoqian told her that Fu Bo had gone back to the old house and would live in the old house for a few days. Dazed, the smile on his face was like a sunflower blooming in the sun, and he poked Fu Shaoqian's waist next to him: "Tell me, did you do it on purpose?"

"What intentional."

"Deliberately making Uncle Fu..." Tang Mowan's ending voice automatically disappeared from the corner of his mouth. Looking at Fu Ziyao who happened to be carrying a huge suitcase from the stairs on the second floor, he lost his ability to speak. .

Fu Ziyao was wearing a loose slanted shoulder sweater, washed white jeans, a long golden chestnut hair braided in a herringbone braid on her exposed white shoulders, her fair and somewhat pale face appeared due to excessive force There was an abnormal blush, and the other hand was hanging limply by his side, and every step seemed extremely difficult.

She also noticed Fu Shaoqian and Tang Mowan standing at the porch, her resentful eyes fell on Fu Shaoqian, and then she also saw Tang Mowan, who was wrapped in black from head to toe, with a complicated and mocking expression soon Slid by, but didn't say anything, just turned away.

Tang Mowan came to her senses and saw that both hands were injured. She volunteered to help Fu Ziyao carry the suitcase, but she was coldly warned: "Don't touch my suitcase, I don't need your hypocritical help."

Tang Mowan's hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air, a little flustered at a loss.

Fu Ziyao glanced at her coldly, and added: "Weasel pays New Year greetings to chickens."

The silent Fu Shaoqian said: "Zi Yao! Apology."

Fu Ziyao waited for him resentfully, his eyes full of accusations against him: "Why should I apologize? You said that you would never drive me out, but now, you let me go because of this woman. That's disgusting!" I hate you, I hate you!" Her eyes were red, and tears had accumulated in the depths of those deep pupils, revealing a weakness that I still feel pity for.

Fu Shaoqian seemed to be angry. Tang Mowan stood aside in embarrassment and waved his hands: "It's okay, it's okay."

"I'm talking to my uncle, what's the matter with you, stay where it's cooler!"

Fu Shaoqian walked in front of Fu Ziyao, his eyes were sharp, his muscles tensed together, and he raised his left hand at the same time. Fu Ziyao was taken aback, and finally moved his white face closer to him, as if to let him hit him.

Seeing this, Tang Mowan hurried over to hold his hand, and said anxiously, "What are you doing, I don't care."

The tears in Fu Ziyao's eyes finally rolled down silently, leaving a sentence: "Uncle, I hate you!" and then resolutely left.

When the huge box was being dragged by her, it ran over Tang Mowan's instep. She stood aside in pain, but felt very uncomfortable in her heart. She wanted to go out, but Fu Shaoqian said in a deep voice, "Let her go."

Tang Mowan stirred her fingers, and suddenly felt sad, because she also saw Fu Shaoqian's forbearance: "If it's because of it, it really doesn't matter, don't drive her away, I'll chase her back, okay?" On Yao's body, Tang Mowan seemed to see his past self. Who likes living a life under the fence? If it wasn't because the Fu family couldn't go back, Fu Ziyao wouldn't be able to rely on him. Now Fu Shaoqian has withdrawn. Her last barrier, how can she go back to face Fu Chengguang and Fu Zimu, and her sister Tang Wanru, I'm afraid it's not easy.

Fu Shaoqian pursed his lips, with blind determination: "This matter has nothing to do with you, she is so old, she can't hide under my protection forever, it should be her own way, or she has to go on her own, go Come on, let's go upstairs."

He turned and went upstairs, and Fu Ziyao's figure had also disappeared into the twilight.

As a result, she was powerless to change.

When passing by the bedroom on the second floor, she paused slightly.

Fu Shaoqian glanced back at her and found that she hadn't followed, and asked her, "What are you doing?"

She raised her beautiful chin, looked at him from a distance, and pointed to the vacant room: "Do I need to move down?"

"You want to live downstairs?"

She tilted her head: "Isn't it a special situation at that time, and now the guest room is vacant again, you say I..."

While talking and laughing, Fu Shaoqian was seen coming downstairs again. Amidst her exclamation, she was carried by him on his shoulder and walked towards the fourth floor.

She hung her head upside down, kicking her hands and legs in the air: "Fu Shaoqian, what are you doing, let me down."

"Don't you want me to invite you up? Then I'll satisfy you." But he didn't carry her up to the fourth floor, but into the study on the third floor.

There was already a thick stack of documents on the desk in the study.

Fu Shaoqian put her down, she straightened her messy hair, stretched out her fist and landed on his heart: "You bully me!"

He caught her fist, with a little helplessness under the lingering tenderness: "Okay, take a rest first, or go take a shower and change clothes first, and I will deal with the documents."

She quickly recovered her serious look, stopped playing with him, and urged him: "Don't worry about me, go get busy."

He sat back at the desk, and she quietly exited the study without making a sound, took a shower on the fourth floor, changed into clean clothes, and went downstairs to the kitchen to make him a cup of ginseng tea.

It's just that when he opened the refrigerator and saw the glutinous rice balls in the freezer, he suddenly remembered the weird emotion he had eating glutinous rice balls at that time, and couldn't help but startled.

She quietly went upstairs with the ginseng tea and put it in his hand, she didn't make a sound, she went to find a book on the shelf next to her, sat on the bay window and read it, occasionally raised her head to look at him, illuminated by the white desk lamp In front of him on the left, with his head bowed down, his hair is short and jet-black, and the hair looks a little hard, neat and neat, but his waist is straight, and he maintains that posture from beginning to end, and his shoulders are always There is no drooping, and there is an indescribable masculinity. Just looking at it like this, my heart is full and bursts out with a burst of happiness.

The hourglass of the clock is ticking in such a quiet environment.

When Fu Shaoqian finished processing the files, he heard a ding ding coming from the computer in front of him. It was the sound of an email reminder, and the originally dim screen began to flash a bright blue light.

But he didn't care, and didn't move the computer to him until he finished processing the documents at hand, clicked on the email with his left hand, and checked the email reply from Han Xiaduo.

Click on it, the content inside is very simple, just a few words: You also know what our marriage contract means, everything, I will talk about it when I come back.

Fu Shaoqian frowned slightly, tapped his fingers on the keyboard a few times, and finally typed out a line of words, but he deleted it again. The marriage contract between the Fu and Han families is very involved, and it is absolutely impossible for them to be included in the email. It can be explained clearly in a few simple sentences.

Fu Zhan agreed with him to stay with Tang Mowan because he thought that the engagement between Fu Shaoqian and Han Xiaduo had been broken, but no one would know that the matter at that time had not been properly resolved.

He looked up and looked towards the bay window.

The girl over there has already fallen asleep leaning against the window with her head tilted, the book in her hand resting on her heart, a pair of small and exquisite feet glowing with luster against the snow-white blanket under her body, the soft room lights are on. On her delicate and young side face, the dark green nightgown she was wearing was lifted up to the base of her thighs, exposing her slender legs. Looking from his angle, the lines of her legs were straight and soft, Black hair scattered on the shoulders, with an indescribably simple style.

His originally cold eyes subconsciously softened, re-examined the document in front of him, and made a firm reply: Sorry, Xia Duo, I have already decided on this matter, our engagement should be canceled here, and I can do anything else promise.

Han Xiaduo's email was also replied quickly: Shaoqian, are you going to make a clean break with me?Then, do you think the Han family can agree?I know, I'm not with you You feel lonely and unbearable It's normal to be seduced by a young girl and you can't hold it all, as long as everything is sorted out before I go back, I don't mind, don't be impulsive, you can't afford to bet on it.I can go back as soon as next month.

(End of this chapter)