Born to be pregnant

Chapter 169 Tomorrow, Register!
Fu Shaoqian stepped into the hallway, the wall lamp smudged his brows and eyes, his long and narrow eyes were so clear and introverted, he didn't seem to notice the faces of the Han family in the room who were asking questions, he glanced inside, bent over Changing shoes, the tone is also light: "It's so lively today."

After finishing the words, he reached out and took a pair of brand new women's slippers from the shelf and handed them to the pretty figure following behind.

For a moment, a needle falling to the ground could be clearly heard in the living room.

After Tang Mowan changed her slippers, her legs and feet almost went limp when she saw the hostile faces in the living room.

Fu Shaoqian said to bring her back, but he didn't expect that Han Xiaduo would be there too.

She has never met Han Xiaduo's family, but she can guess the identity of others just by looking at them.

The living room was eerily silent.

When Han Xiaduo saw Fu Shaoqian going to hold Tang Mowan's hand, he was immediately stimulated, and just about to make a sound, the old lady who originally said to go to sleep, went away and came back again.

Wearing pink sandals, he stepped down from the jogging platform step by step, the moment he saw Fu Shaoqian with an arrogant and cold expression, he showed a long-lost smile: "Xiaoer, you're back."

When Tang Mowan saw the old lady, his jaw almost dropped in shock, and when he heard the old lady's second, his eyes were full of astonishment.

"Well, little grandma." Fu Shaoqian flattered the old lady without hesitation, "Today's clothes suit you very well, and you look at most 40 years old."

Wang Siqing's original cold gaze suddenly softened, and although there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, she still glared at him: "Is there a grandma as young as me?"

Fu Shaoqian smiled, and suddenly felt that his heart was no longer so heavy.

The old lady was leaning on the stairs, looking at the petite girl beside Fu Shaoqian. Tang Mowan was also looking at her. She thought the old lady was very interesting. When her gaze met the old lady, she didn't dodge, and called out politely: " Aunt."

The face of the old lady suddenly opened her eyes and smiled, and she seemed to feel wind on her feet when she walked: "Tsk tsk, the little girl now, her mouth is like honey, and she talks sweetly, obviously it belongs to grandma. If you call me auntie, you won't be afraid of spraining your mouth."

Hearing the dark humiliation, even Fu Zhan could sense the old lady's joy, how could the others not hear it.

Just looking at the dark faces of the Han family, Fu Zhan coughed: "Didn't you say you were asleep? What are you doing here?"

The old lady curled her lips: "I can't come down after sleeping? I forgot to bring a mask. Do you have a mask at home?"

"...Where did such a thing come from?"

The old lady had to apply a facial mask before going to bed, otherwise she would not be able to sleep well. Now that she heard that there was no mask, she was a little anxious: "Then what should I do?"

Fu Zhan's old face turned red when asked: "How do I know!"

"You don't know, then I'll go out and buy it." The old lady turned around and left without embarrassing him.

Fu Zhan patted the table angrily: "Aren't you still messing around, and I don't want to check what time it is."

This is simply a wonderful family ethics drama, those irrelevant people are completely excluded and automatically isolated as head props.

The old lady was not to be outdone: "What is the fierceness? If you have the ability to go to the fierceness who has nothing to do, I am not your soldier. I still think I am 40 or [-] years old."

……

Fu Zhan was raised by Qi's blood pressure.

The old lady turned around and was about to leave. Seeing that the atmosphere was too stiff, Tang Mowan couldn't help calling out to stop the old lady, and cleared her throat before speaking: "Well... if you don't mind, I can make a mask for you .”

"You know how to make facial masks?" The old lady turned around and looked Tang Mowan up and down.

She nodded embarrassingly: "It's only simple, but the effect is not bad, do you have honey and eggs at home?"

The old lady looked at Fu Zhan, and Fu Zhan nodded: "It's in the refrigerator." Fu Zhan asked Ah Si to take them there.

The old lady replied: "We can go by ourselves."

So, Tang Mowan withdrew from the invisible gunpowder and followed the old lady to the kitchen.

The people in the living room have their own thoughts.

They all knew what it meant for Fu Shaoqian to show up with Tang Mowan.

The Han family felt deeply humiliated, especially Han Songming, who was using his crutches vigorously, his frosty brows were full of anger!

Han Xiaduo's mournful eyes were full of tears. Fu Shaoqian really slapped the Han family hard, making them lose all face. In addition, the old lady sneered at him openly and secretly, and her words were tight, Han Xiaduo was really angry My whole body is trembling!

As soon as he saw Fu Shaoqian, the grievance that filled his heart was no longer a high-ranking indifference, but turned into sharp hatred!

Out of politeness, Fu Shaoqian greeted the Han family: "Grandpa Han, Uncle Han, Aunt Han."

Han Songming didn't speak, but Han Wenxuan was not polite: "So, you still know how to call me uncle," but sneered, "Do you still think we are elders? If so, give me a day, what? It's time to marry our Xia Duo."

Fu Shaoqian frowned, and his tone was calm: "Uncle Han, marriage is not a business, let alone a child's play. Do you think that if I marry Xia Duo now, she will live a happy life in the future?"

The restaurant was instantly dead silent, Han Wenxuan glared at Fu Shaoqian angrily, unable to speak a word out of anger.

Han Xiaduo's nails had already dug deeply into her white and tender palms. During her time in City A, she had thoroughly seen Fu Shaoqian's unfeelingness. Seeing how eager he was to get rid of her, she sneered: "Marry you, it's me The greatest happiness in my life! Shaoqian, apart from marrying you, I have nothing else to desire in this life."

Once again the living room fell into deathly silence.

Han Wenqing did not expect that her niece would be so stubborn, single-minded, accepting death, not dying until the Yellow River, not shedding tears when seeing the coffin, even if her head was smashed, she would rush forward. Who, logically speaking, no one in a scholarly family like the Han family has such deep obsession.

Perhaps, this is love.Han Xiaduo has already given everything for Fu Shaoqian, and went out with all her strength. If Fu Shaoqian refuses her again, she will really have nothing.

Han Wenqing is a woman, especially after knowing the secret in Han Xiaduo's heart, she suddenly understood where Han Xiaduo's obsession came from, and she felt more and more distressed about her. To Fu Shaoqian, she frowned coldly: "The happiness of life is It depends on the joint management and maintenance of two people, Fu Shaoqian, you are a smart person, you can marry Tang Mowan, but the Fu family is too bullying, and the Han family is not easy to mess with."

The kitchen door was ajar, and from far away, the sound of fierce disputes and Han Wenqing's angry accusations could still be heard.

Tang Mowan was absent-mindedly beating the honey and eggs in the jar with a stick, but her ears were pricked up. At night, it was already eerily quiet, and the magnified quarrels seemed to have grown feet and penetrated into her ears. , became extremely harsh.

It made her frown.

The old lady looked at her distraught look, and put her right hand lightly on the cabinet door at the back: "Don't worry, no matter how tough the Han family is, this is also the Fu family, and they can still turn the world upside down. Even if they want to, it depends on Fu Zhan Promise or not, if you really can't hold back, you will live a lot of years in vain."

Tang Mowan looked back at the graceful and luxurious old lady in surprise. Although she still had an unattainable noble demeanor, she could still hear the relief in the old lady's words.

Feeling relieved, he smiled and said, "Thank you."

The old lady curled her lips, but her eyes were fixed on the jar in her hand: "Is it all right?"

"Well, it's almost there. It can be applied upstairs."

"Really?" The old lady finally smiled, and suddenly became kind-hearted.

Tang Mowan just nodded.

Outside, there was a sudden crisp sound of cups and plates falling to the ground.

The old lady's expression froze, she hugged the jar, and hurried out. Tang Mowan followed her, also flustered.

In the living room, Fu Zhan's favorite Jingde tea set was smashed to pieces. The overturned tea still emitted curls of smoke on the carpet, and the cup fell at Fu Shaoqian's feet. , is the embarrassment after being splashed by a cup of hot tea.

Fu Shaoqian drooped his eyelids and lowered his head halfway. The wet tea slowly fell from his hairline, leaving behind his sharp and sharp facial features. Gathered into water droplets, rolled directly to the ground.

So embarrassed.His face seemed calm, but Tang Mowan noticed that the hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched, and the veins on the back of the hand were protruding, which was already a sign of restrained anger.

Tang Mowan saw that the tea should still be hot. Although it wasn't hot, it was definitely still hot. Her fair fingers clenched into fists.

The Han family are the real bullies!
The old lady was shocked, she took a look at Fu Zhan, and before she was about to speak, Fu Zhan had already attacked the case.

The startled sound seemed to hit Han Xiaduo's heart, and she took two steps back in shock. She sat down on the sofa, trembling all over, and subconsciously looked at her father and aunt.

Han Wenqing was also shocked, she never thought that Han Xiaduo would do such an impulsive thing, but now that things were going on, she could only pat the back of Han Xiaduo's hand comfortingly.

Fu Zhan looked at the silent Han Xiaduo, his sharp old eyes were full of disdain and anger, and he said to Han Songming: "Songming, we are comrades-in-arms, the revolutionary friendship, I don't want to be ruined because of the child, I owe you my life too In fact, if you want to hear your granddaughter go back and cry with you all day, no problem, register tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)