Born to be pregnant

Chapter 179 She Healed Others Well, But She Didn't Heal Herself
Tang Mowan turned her head away as if she didn't notice. Just as she was about to enter the door, those two figures suddenly walked towards her, blocking her way. She took two steps back to keep a distance from them.

The man had already called her: "Wanwan—" Rubbing his hands together, his tone was a little uncertain, but his eyes were quite eager.

And the middle-aged woman beside him was already holding Tang Mowan's hand enthusiastically, yelling every night, a flower was about to bloom from the corner of her mouth.

Tang Mowan frowned, and withdrew his hand coldly: "You have found the wrong person."

She walked in a stride.

The middle-aged woman shouted coldly from behind: "Stop!"

Tang Mowan didn't want to pay attention, and walked straight in. These two people appeared in the ward when Peng Yuan was hospitalized last time, and they were Peng Chang and Wu Xiumei who claimed to be her uncle and mother.

She didn't know how they got here, but she thought it had something to do with them at all.

Seeing that she was disobedient, Wu Xiumei stepped forward to block her way after dumping Peng Chang, her eyes were full of anger: "You stinky, shameless little bastard, are you ungrateful and ungrateful like your mother? Did we raise you? Don’t you know us? You dog sees people as inferior—”

She was loud and yelling, and quickly attracted the attention of other residents.

Tang Mowan frowned, with a sharp expression on his face: "What are you arguing about? I didn't even look at this place. I told you that I recognized the wrong person. I don't know you guys. I have to make trouble elsewhere."

"Hehe," Wu Xiumei smiled instead of anger, exaggeratedly, "Peng Chang, you can see, this is the good daughter your sister has taught, and she has reached this level, and she still refuses to admit it."

Afterwards, Wu Xiumei did not know where to find a photo of Tang Mowan and Peng Yuan together. In Tang Mowan's impression, the photos they took were really pitifully rare. This photo is somewhat yellowed and faded In front of her, she was wearing a little red padded jacket, that kind, the same color as a bed sheet, and it couldn't be more soiled.

But it was her favorite at that time. It was the dress that Peng Yuan sewed for her during the Chinese New Year, and it was also the last dress she made for her before marrying into the Tang family.

Peng Yuan next to her was wearing a long khaki woolen coat from a 90s boat tour. It seems that it looks like trash now, but it was very popular at that time.

She thought she had forgotten, but the moment she saw the photo, she still clearly remembered what happened at that time. The one who took the photo was a neighbor who just bought a camera for the Chinese New Year, so she insisted on giving them Photograph.

Peng Yuan was not happy at first, but she was the one who lobbied the neighbors, and she reluctantly agreed, so Tang Mowan in the photo smiled brightly and innocently, but Peng Yuan smiled a little forcedly.

Wu Xiumei saw her slightly dazed, and raised her chin proudly: "How about it, do you still want to deny it?"

Although she was only seven or eight years old at the time, her facial features had grown up, and there were still discrepancies, but the discrepancies were not significant. It was not impossible to insist on denying it, but they would not let it go.

Tang Mowan could only stare at them coldly: "So what, I don't know you either."

"Why don't you know each other? You forgot when you were a child—"

Wu Xiumei's words were interrupted by Tang Mowan directly: "I really forgot, I don't have any memory of what happened when I was a child."

"You..." Wu Xiumei turned pale, she didn't expect Tang Mowan to be so shameless.

Tang Mowan nodded politely at them: "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Seeing her leave, Wu Xiumei hurriedly pulled her husband, and blocked Tang Mowan's way arbitrarily, her brows furrowed even deeper: "What exactly do you want?"

Full of displeasure and impatience.

"It's very simple!" Wu Xiumei's greed is really unheard of and unseen, she stretched out five fingers towards Tang Mowan, "We know that your current man is the boss of Fu Heshi, 50, we will go back to our hometown !"

50? !Tang Mowan seemed to have heard the Arabian Nights. She was not shocked by the number, but by their thick skin. She didn't know what words to use to describe her mood at the moment.

The two saw her smiling, and Peng Chang hurriedly explained: "Wan Wan, I have to tell you clearly about this, the money is not for us."

"It's not that you want it, is there anyone else who wants it?"

Her frankness made Peng Chang and Wu Xiumei look embarrassed, Wu Xiumei immediately pulled the man's sleeve, Peng Chang immediately said: "Wanwan, what do you say, of course we don't want it, it's for your grandma, you Do you know! Your grandma has a very serious heart disease and her kidneys are not good. She has been taking medicine for the past few years, but her condition has worsened recently. The doctor said that she needs to undergo hemodialysis, otherwise she won’t last long..."

"That's right, and the house your grandma lives in is too simple. The old man has lived in such a small bungalow after suffering all his life. We don't want to build a big house for her to live in while she is here." You can live a little more peacefully, and you can enjoy your old age." Wu Xiumei chimed in, and the words were better than the songs.

But Peng Chang sighed: "Wan Wan, we know that you don't want to recognize us, but we are a family at heart, and you have the blood of our Peng family, and your grandma, since your mother hugged you. After you came back, you were really brought up by shit and urine. At that time, your mother didn’t give you milk, and you cried from hunger. It was your grandma who went door to door begging for rice porridge and milk to feed you Hey big..." As he spoke, he shed a handful of tears.

She really didn't have any impression of the past, especially the things that were waiting to be fed, but she actually believed what Peng Chang said, and felt pity and gratitude for this grandmother who had never met before.

The emotions between people may be so wonderful sometimes.

Seeing that Tang Mowan was wavering, Wu Xiumei added fuel to the fire: "Wanwan, you can't be without a conscience. Your mother has done everything she can and completely forgot about your grandma. She hasn't sent a penny home all these years. ..."

Listening to Tang Mowan, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. Last time in the ward, although Peng Yuan was very cold and unfriendly, but regarding the money...she couldn't believe that Peng Yuan hadn't sent a penny back all these years.

So this pair of uncles and aunts who had never met before could only listen to half of what they said.

Pressing her temples with some headaches, Tang Mowan looked at them with very light eyes: "But I don't have any money, so if you want money, just ask my mother. I'll go up, goodbye."

Because she was so shocked, by the time Wu Xiumei realized it, Tang Mowan had already pressed the elevator.

The elevator slowly closed in front of him. Tang Mowan was leaning against the wall of the stairs to rest for a while, when suddenly a hand came in, and the elevator door slowly opened again.

Tang Mowan looked at the couple in shock, speechless.

I don't know how they found this place, but for her, it was definitely not a good thing. She frowned and stared at them. They entered the elevator majesticly. Wu Xiumei smiled: "Wan Wan, come here, no Can uncle and aunt go up for a cup of tea?"

"It's not convenient." Tang Mowan refused very coldly.

Wu Xiumei's expression also changed: "Tang Mowan, don't be shameless, you will see no one in your eyes if you climb a high branch, right? Are you looking down on us?"

Tang Mowan felt a headache, and Wu Xiumei's aggressive posture was almost powerless: "You know, why are you asking?"

"You... a heartless thing, I should have drowned you when I brought you back. I don't know which wild man your mother gave birth to, and that Fu... just played with you."

Tang Mowan was so angry that they not only insulted her, but also humiliated Peng Yuan and Fu Shaoqian again, with a sneer on her lips, she stared at them: "Why don't you also ask for their names? .”

The security guard noticed the commotion here, and Tang Mowan refused to admit defeat at all: "If you don't leave, I don't mind asking someone to invite you out."

"Miss Tang, are you okay?"

Security has arrived.

Tang Mowan lightly concealed the tiredness and tiredness between his brows: "It's nothing, but the law and order in the community is not good enough, why do you let people in carelessly?"

When the security guard heard this, he quickly apologized and asked someone to go out.

Wu Xiumei and Peng Chang were naturally unwilling, but the security guard dragged them out of the elevator without saying a word.

Tang Mowan didn't look at them, and reached out to press the 35th floor. When the elevator started to go up, he pressed the 28th floor again.She was afraid of Wu Xiumei's entanglement.

But they already knew her, and they would never give up so easily.

When I got home, I lay on the bed and thought about it for a while. Just as I found the number in the phone book, the screen of the phone was already on.

"Hey, Mom." Although Tang Mowan wasn't close to Peng Yuan, there was no overnight feud between mother and daughter. Especially when she saw the photo and thought of Peng Yuan's past hardships, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

Peng Yuan cut to the chase: "Did Peng Chang look for you?"

Tang Mowan hummed, and Peng Yuan suddenly became anxious: "I didn't do anything to you."

"No."

Peng Yuan seemed relieved there, Tang Mowan suddenly realized that Peng Yuan was actually caring about herself: "Mom, uncle..."

"Don't call him uncle, he's not your uncle!" Peng Yuan resumed her cold tone, "No matter what they say, just ignore them, the two are leeches who know they want money."

"But they say grandma..."

This is the first time I've called grandma since I was an adult. The pronunciation is a bit jerky, but it doesn't feel too out of place.

It was rare for Peng Yuan to interrupt her, and her tone was quite calm, she just said: "When you are old, you must have some problems of one kind or another. You don't have to worry about it. Also, you are pregnant. Are you Fu Shaoqian's child?"

Maybe Peng Yuan just wanted to confirm her pregnancy, but the last sentence was only heard by Tang Mowan, but she felt very harsh, as if she was insulted: "Otherwise, who else could it be."

"..." Peng Yuan fell silent, and took a while to say, "I'm dead."

Without another word of greeting, Sheng Sheng cut off the call.

If other mothers heard that their daughter was pregnant, they would have rushed to take care of her as soon as possible, which is a pity.

Subconsciously pressing her lower abdomen, she silently said to the baby: "Don't worry, baby, mom will love you very much in the future."

hospital.

People turned on their backs and made a mess.

The old lady was pushed to the ground in confusion, screaming ouch.

The noisy situation suddenly quieted down.

With a cold face, Fu Shaoqian bent down, and helped the old lady up from the ground. The old lady trembled: "Is there any reason? People are like this, shouldn't they think of a way to save people, and they are desperately trying to give it to us?" What about the little one, so what if it's stuffed, if we can't wake up, our little one will be a widow for the rest of his life?"

After tidying up the dust on her body, the old lady pinched her bag belt, still very angry: "Push me an old lady to do something, flaunting courtesy, righteousness and shame every day, and now she is venting her anger on an old lady, isn't it? The doctor also said, This is the result of the patient's disobedience, you don't understand people's words, don't you, this is all done by yourself, by yourself!"

The old lady got angry, and she spoke in the slightest manner. The faces of the shaved Han family turned blue and darkened. When Han Xiaduo's mother Jiang Huizhen heard this, she trembled with anger: "Old lady, what do you say? Yes, don’t forget, how did the cup fall down! Does it make sense, yes, yes, this is City A, and your Fu’s family has great achievements, but it’s not to the point where you can cover the sky with one hand!”

Jiang Huizhen was very angry, and pointed at the old lady: "Xia Duo ended up in such a bleak end because of her relationship with Fu Shaoqian, don't you want to admit it? It's okay, we Xia Duo didn't have to post it to your Fu family, but If your Fu family wants to live in peace, it's too much for heaven's sake!"

In a war of words, no one took advantage of half of it.

The old lady was so angry that she felt that the Han family was unreasonable, and the Han family followed her to bully others, but what happened to being unreasonable!
They are all important people who are not worth it, and the quarrel quickly alarmed the leaders of the hospital. The dean came and gave a pertinent suggestion: "Although City A is a big city, the medical equipment cannot compare with the capital after all. If you can go to Treatment in the capital, the effect should be better."

Han Wenxuan loves his daughter very much. Hearing what the dean said, he made a decisive decision: "Okay, we will return to the capital right away!"

Han Wenqing started to book air tickets, and went to contact the ambulance from afar. The Han family's speed was astonishing.

"I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off!" In the outpatient hall, the old lady clutched her still beating heart, "How can there be such an unreasonable person, Xiaoer, just ignore them, if they want to go back, let them go!" They should go back, if they want someone, then I will go with them, anyway, you can't get into the mouth of a tiger."

Fu Shaoqian was silent, the old lady was afraid that he would have thoughts, so she hurriedly said: "Go and see if the list has come out, and make sure it's at ease when it comes out."

"Ah."

Fu Shaoqian walked towards the self-service printer. It was noon and there was no one there. Soon it was his turn to enter the medical record number. Soon, the screen displayed that it was printing.

On the other side, the old lady entered Tang Wanru's medical record number, and soon, two forms were spit out together.

Holding Tang Wanru's list, the old lady looked at the two simple numbers on it, both of which were not within the range of the reference value, which was much higher, and she had a clue in her heart: "It really is."

Then he went to ask Fu Shaoqian: "Xiao Er, where is the list, let me have a look."

Fu Shaoqian smiled at her with a calm expression, and put the list in his pocket casually: "Yes."

"I know I have it, but let me see and compare."

"What's the point of comparison? I'll have another test the next day to compare it." By coincidence, his cell phone rang, and he went to the side to answer the call.

The old lady curled her lips, but she still beamed with joy, and happily sent a text message to Fu Zhan.

"Well, okay, I know, I'll give it a ride."

The call came from Fu Zhan, asking Fu Shaoqian to send the Han family back to the capital.

It's already a loss, and I can't even have this little sense of propriety.

After the old lady learned about this, she stomped her feet resentfully, and hurried back with her Kun bag: "This old thing, I don't know what's going on! How can I push Xiao Er into the fire pit!"

Fu Shaoqian asked the driver to take the old lady back, while he took out the laboratory test sheet in his hand, looked at it, with a slight disappointment on his face.

Afterwards, he put the list back into his suit trousers pocket.

Because of Han Xiaduo's special health, Han Wenqing used his connections, and finally transferred a private helicopter.

It is scheduled to take off from the hospital rooftop at [-]:[-] pm.

Fu Shaoqian took the opportunity to go back again.

In the afternoon, the air conditioner was turned on at home, wearing pajamas, and lying on the cold mat, Tang Mo didn't sleep well at night.

The moment the door opened, she woke up.

Sunlight penetrates through the floor-to-ceiling glass, and the beams of light formed like a brocade are sprinkled on the log-toned floor. On the European-style bed, a woman in jade-colored pajamas slowly sits up, and the hollowed-out pajamas shoulder straps slide gracefully to the floor. On one side, more than half of the skinny shoulders were exposed, and half of the body was melted in the sunlight, soaked by the shallow light, and the rouge-like pretty face looked quiet and peaceful.

After recovering from the daze, she got out of bed, put on her shoes, and walked up to him: "Why did you come back so soon? How is the hospital going? By the way, is my order out yet?"

The left hand she had just raised was suddenly held by someone, and the hot sweat in the slender and powerful hand made her very surprised: "What happened?"

Tang Mowan's heart sank when he saw that Zhou Zhengzheng's eyebrows, but he didn't dare to go out and think: "What's the matter? Is it me..."

Before he finished speaking, the soft waist was pressed hard against the man's strong body, and Tang Mowan's lips suddenly felt hot.

Some are intimidated.

But recently, she seemed to have gradually gotten used to his eagerness, her body softened, and she snuggled into his arms, her gentle eyes were as calm as water, and she felt the lingering lingering of her lips and teeth.

When his body pressed up, Tang Mowan was still a little worried, and subconsciously wanted to stop him, but looking at his eager, dark and fiery eyes, her whole body seemed to be swept by an electric current, and she only had time to breathe: "Be gentle—— —”

He was indeed very gentle, his movements were forbearing and well-prepared, until after the intense blending, her body slowly softened, and her fingertips slid across his firm and smooth chin: "Can you tell me what happened?"

He kissed her shaved shoulders, breathing slowly and smoothly, and finally, a low hoarse and magnetic voice sounded in her ears: "I'm going to the capital soon—"

Two years later.

Sometimes, if you wait for too long, you will forget what you are waiting for, and the only thing left is waiting itself.

Just like some people, after years of passing, you have gradually forgotten, gradually blurring his face, it seems that even the reason for waiting has become blurred, but you still continue this action day after day.

Because this person, in fact, has never left.

"After the plane lands in the capital, you will go to Las Vegas immediately—"

Two years later, when these words rang in Tang Mowan's ears, she subconsciously took off her black blindfold, looked sideways, and looked at the source of the sound.

The target is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a black suit, a dark striped shirt and a matching vest, and wearing a pair of framed glasses. There is a notebook open on his lap, and he is recording what he said. It should be his assistant.

Sensing Tang Mowan's gaze, the man nodded to her in greeting. In the airtight cabin, at an altitude of [-] feet, they silently smiled at each other.

The man's smile was very gentle, Tang Mowan didn't know why, but it was rare that he didn't feel disgusted, maybe this was the eye relationship between people.

It's so difficult to meet someone who suits your eyes, let alone someone who suits your heart.

After looking back, she put on the blindfold again, and the man next to her continued to explain the assistant's work.

Under her seemingly calm body, her thinking was completely chaotic.

"I'm going to the capital right now—"

"I'm going to Las Vegas right now—"

These are the last two words he said to her.several hours apart.

Then, that is, a long-term separation.

She kept telling herself to learn to let go, and thought she had already let go, but in the end, she was still brooding and never let go.

Because you can't hide, so you can only come back and face it.

She cured others well, but she failed to heal herself.

When getting off the plane and starting to land, Tang Mowan compulsively put on the earplugs, closed his eyes, and let himself go to relieve the imbalance of ear water caused by the continuous descent.

This is her old problem. She has a serious phobia of airplanes. If it is not necessary, she would rather spend more than ten hours on the train than get on the plane.

In two years, this is the first time she has flown by plane.

This is a very strange state. Someone is talking in her ear, but her consciousness seems to have leaped thousands of miles and is no longer in her body.

There are countless things flashing through her mind, as fast as lightning, as bright as day, she can't grasp it at all, but her ears will hurt uncontrollably, and the tinnitus will be severe.

At this time, she could only grab the handle with all her might, and slowly wait for the discomfort in her body to pass.

There was a "bang", indicating that the plane had landed safely, and she slowly let go of her pale fingertips.

She was sitting in the first-class cabin, and there were relatively few people. After landing, it was not crowded. Some people began to unbuckle their seat belts to take luggage. She was not in a hurry, and slowly adjusted her breathing.

The voices around him gradually became quieter until it became quiet.

The stewardess came over and asked her, "Miss, is there anything we can do for you?"

She took a deep breath, and slowly opened her eyes. Under the light champagne eye shadow, there was a pair of indifferent, cold and bright eyes.

She stood up gracefully, and replied with her handbag on her shoulders, "Thank you, I'll just get off the plane."

"Okay, I wish you the best of luck, and look forward to our next meeting."

She pursed her lips slightly, dragged the suitcase again, and left the cabin with firm steps.

When she turned around, she realized that the middle-aged man who had just stood up and looked at her with a smile just now was carrying a small [-]-inch suitcase of the same style as hers, but in a different color. A small black vest made him calm and elegant.

The assistant beside him is gone, and he should be rushing to Las Vegas.

She walked very lightly and slowly, observing the man's walking posture, and already guessed some of his past.

He should have been in the army before he went into business. His strides are big, but he is very steady. His body is well maintained. With his detached and lofty posture and the steady air in his gestures, he should still be in politics and hold an important position.

The man was very vigilant, aware of the gaze behind him, and slowly turned around, Tang Mowan met his eyes without avoiding it, smiled generously, the man's eyes were clear and sharp, and when he found out it was her, the coldness in his eyes Then he calmed down and waited for her to come up: "Little girl, do you know me?"

Tang Mowan shook his head honestly. It could be seen that this man should have a certain reputation, and he was used to giving orders. His gestures revealed the elegance of a mature man. His features washed over the years were wise and calm. With just one glance, you can easily surrender.

The man didn't feel good about himself either. After seeing Tang Mowan's denial, he wasn't angry, and he felt pretty good about her.

It's been a long time since I met such a comfortable girl. She's not very old, but she exudes a calmness and sophistication all over her body. Her dark eyes are gentle but not weak, but instead reveal a sense of determination.

A clean white shirt, a black hip-wrapping skirt, and a well-fitting professional suit wrap her exquisite figure. The matching small suit is just like him, hanging on her slender wrist, dragging a [-]-inch suitcase, watching Refreshing, decent, and exceptionally comfortable.

He couldn't help softening his brows and eyes, and rarely showed a gentle smile. There were two shallow nasolabial folds around his mouth: "Alone? Come back to visit relatives or work?"

Tang Mowan walked towards the exit together with him. The slender high heels made her calf glow softly under the light of the airport. It was so slender and beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes: "Work."

"What does the little girl do?"

"Psychotherapist," she replied calmly.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, but he wasn't too surprised, but he looked at her with a little more appreciation: "Which part of psychology do you study?"

She answered calmly: "Sex—psychology."

The man's footsteps paused slightly. Tang Mowan met his eyes. Although she was slightly surprised, she didn't despise him. She smiled suddenly: "Will you express your opinion?"

The man shook his head: "Occupation doesn't matter whether you are high or low, as long as you like it, that's the best."

She looked at him with surprise. Many people would smile and say nothing when they heard her occupation. Even if they said nothing politely, there would always be something unusual in their eyes. But this man, Not at all, he said to her in a calm tone like talking about the weather: "Every man will need a doctor like you in his life, no one is an exception."

At this time, they had already walked to the exit and exited the glass door in front of them, which was the airport reception gate. Looking through the glass door, they could already see crowded heads there.

The man put down the suitcase, took out a business card from the black briefcase, and handed it to her: "Including me, the little girl is very interesting, so it's not convenient to exchange business cards. If there is a need in the future, I can come to ask for advice."

Tang Mowan's gaze slowly moved down, slipping faintly between the man's straight legs, without any embarrassment, his expression was as normal as it could be, and he looked for a pen in his bag, but he couldn't find any paper, so the man drew another A business card came out: "Write this on it."

"Okay." Tang Mowan left his name and contact information on his business card, looked at his business card again, and then put it away.

Han Zhijing, chairman of the National Federation of Painting and Calligraphy.

Han.

Deep in Tang Mowan's heart, she always had an inexplicable resistance to this surname, perhaps because of bad memories from the past.

When he looked up, the man had already left, and his upright figure disappeared into the busy crowd.

She dragged her suitcase and pushed open the glass door. From afar, she saw a man standing in the crowd holding a bouquet of flowers and waiting for a long time.

Walking away, the man also came and met outside the isolation line. He handed her the flowers in full bloom. She was a little dazed, thinking of the twelve beauties she received two years ago.

The petals fade in time, but the memory becomes more vivid.

Gouging the corners of her mouth, she took the bouquet and brushed the broken hair from her temples. She smiled at the man: "Senior, didn't you say there is a dinner tonight? Why are you here?"

Lu Yunshen in front of him was wearing a smoky gray V-neck sweater, with a black slim suit on the outside. The hem of the sweater was hung on the belt around his waist, and a pair of black soft-soled leather shoes were on his feet. He stood out from the crowd when he stopped casually in the airport hall. Let people never forget.

He took the suitcase in her hand and said as he walked, "I just have a dinner appointment with you. I'm very tired. I'll take you to the hotel after dinner."

Holding the bouquet, she silently followed behind him.

At the airport in the middle of the night, there was a bit of chill, and the seemingly steady steps were chaotic that only she could detect.

"Senior, are you sure the activities here are only for five days? If yes, please help me book a flight back to Melbourne in five days. My research course is still going on there, and it won't be long."

(End of this chapter)