Born to be pregnant

Chapter 182 So the faucet is here
"Nonsense——" Fu Zhan put down his pen heavily. After more than two years of weather-beaten, his ravine face looked older, but it was inevitable that his heart was strong but his strength was insufficient.

The old lady pursed her lips and looked at him not to be outdone. She caught a glimpse of him coughing suddenly, and quickly walked over with a teacup: "Drink water, drink water first, it's okay if I don't say anything, I just care about Xiaoer, you It's not that he doesn't know how he has lived these two years. The Han family was too aggressive, and they finally calmed down recently. And your Jinyan child, how cute, I think Tang Wanru was born prematurely at more than seven months and gave birth suddenly. My child, it didn’t scare me to death, the white and chubby one I raised now is so attractive, you don’t want me, I still want it. If it’s Xiao Er’s child, maybe it’s so pretty.”

Seeing that Fu Zhan was drinking tea without making a sound, the old lady lowered her eyebrows and sighed: "You are not at fault for this matter, although you were not pregnant at the end of the year, she left, and Xiaoer was not here, and I didn't see you send me a baby." If someone is looking for you, you just want to let her go by herself, so as to save you from being a bad person. Okay, now the mistress is 33, and she is still a bachelor. You say you are not in a hurry...Who would believe..."

Fu Zhan drank the whole cup of tea silently, the old lady was still muttering resentfully, and finally wiped away a handful of bitter tears, she is easy for her.

"Then what do you think we should do." Fu Zhan's little guilty thoughts were explained away by the old lady, put down his teacup, and looked at her helplessly.

The old lady stared: "What else can I do, blind date, Xiaoer's figure and appearance, not to mention that he is now single and the fifth son of a diamond, even if he is really second-hand, I am afraid that there are more women who will follow suit. I found a few..." The old lady spoke more and more vigorously, and then clapped her hands together, "Wait, I'll show you the photos for your reference."

In this way, the 92-year-old Fu Zhan, coaxed by the old lady, began to study the blind date of Xiaoer Er.

As the car drove on the road, the tires rubbed quietly against the ground.

On the spacious back seat, the child Fu Jinyan kicked down and supported the seat in front with both hands. Fu Zimu turned and glared at him: "Sit down, or I will tie you to the safety seat next time."

With a flat, aggrieved mouth, the child stuck out his tongue, but obediently crawled back, sat down, took out a piece of Wangwang Snow Cake from the schoolbag he was carrying, and asked while eating, "Brother, do you want to eat?"

"Are you willing to give it to me?" The child tilted his head and thought for a while, "This food is a bit sweet and easy to cavities, so you'd better not eat it."

Taking another big bite, Fu Zimu smiled, unable to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

After eating the snow cakes, he pulled out a Mickey jug from the inside as if by magic, and the old lady stuffed his small bag bulgingly before leaving, full of a pile of food.

After eating and drinking enough, the little guy slowly dozed off by leaning against the car window.

Fu Zimu opened the back seat door, and saw that soft and small body lying flat on the back seat, with one small hand still thrown out, snoring slightly, sleeping soundly, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his fair skin On his face, it looked like an orange orange. With a gentle push, he picked up the child silently, and walked towards the house with care.

"Yo, I'm back."

Just about to open the door, the door opened from the inside, and it was Fu Ziyao who was about to go out.Seeing the child in Fu Zimu's arms, her usually cold face softened slightly: "Give me a hug."

Seeing that she has dressed up carefully, wearing a white windbreaker, carrying a small black bag, and putting on light makeup, Fu Zimu frowned: "Aren't you going out?"

"Then you can give me a hug first."

Fu Zimu pursed his lips, and handed the child to her: "Be careful."

"I know, wordy, you can hug a big man, but I can't hug you?" Fu Ziyao put down the bag, took Fu Jinyan's small body, and held it in his arms. It still felt like it was sinking, but usually At this moment, there was a bit of warm tenderness on the serious face, "Stinky boy, I must have eaten it again, and it's heavy again."

Fu Zimu didn't speak, watching her carry Fu Jinyan into the baby room next to her.

In the past few years, their relationship was still as cold and icy as before, but there was no such sharp tit-for-tat.

Maybe it's because I'm getting older, I'm starting to understand more things, and I'm used to the ways of the world. Although Fu Zimu can't forget about his mother, he has also learned to restrain his emotions and stop criticizing Fu Ziyao so much. After all, She is also innocent.

Despite the many contradictions, she has always believed that Tang Wanruhuai's child, who is now Fu Jinyan, is his child, but her love for Fu Jinyan made her decide to hide all this.

Fu Zimu told her that the child had nothing to do with him. Seeing the resemblance between the child and his brows, he had only one explanation: "That's the old man's kind. It should. If you really like this child, it’s best to act like you don’t know anything.”

Fu Ziyao was silent.

They were all curious about Fu Jinyan's background in their hearts, especially when Tang Wanru was out for a self-driving tour with friends when he was more than seven months old, there was an accident on the way, and the child was suddenly born prematurely.

At that time, Fu Chengguang had just gone on a business trip, and when he came back, the child was already living in the incubator.

Fu Zimu and Fu Ziyao looked at each other, but neither of them said anything.

Two years have passed without incident.

As for Tang Wanru.

Fu Zimu looked at the lazy woman who came down the stairs in a sexy silk nightgown, her white thighs were exposed to the air, and the extremely low neckline could hardly conceal the pair of snowballs that were about to come out, so he immediately moved away head, and walked towards his room.

"Zimu." Tang Wanru called out in a low voice, her voice was sexy and hoarse, "Why do you leave when you see me?"

"What's the matter?" Fu Zimu stood in the entrance and changed his shoes.

"You want to go?" Tang Wanru sat on the sofa, her two snow-white long legs crossed together, revealing a charming arc, and her graceful figure exuded an ambiguous fragrance.

Fu Zimu looked indifferent, lowered his head and put on his shoes.

Tang Wanru picked up the cigarette on the table, took out one, and pinched it between his middle finger and ring finger. After searching, he couldn't find a lighter, so he walked towards him with a smile on his face: "It's out of fire, please light it for me, son." Mu?"

When she approached, there was a scent of fragrance. The strong smell made Fu Zimu frowned. When she reached out her hand, she turned her head to the side: "No fire, I don't smoke."

"No?" Tang Wanru took another step forward with winking eyes, and got closer to him. Fu Zimu's expression was serious, and his words were sharp, "Don't show me a piece of white meat, I'll give it to you." Recently, I have a weak stomach, and I have no interest in pork belly, especially - pork belly that has given birth to a child!"

Tang Wanru was startled, but after she understood the meaning of his words, her expression changed and she was furious: "Zimu, you..."

"What a show, it's embarrassing!" Before Tang Wanru finished speaking, there was a cold stern and thick sarcasm from behind, "If you want to make a fuss, if you want to make a fuss, go outside and find a man, no matter how many kinds of people you have. I will lend it to you, if it is not because Jinyan looks like the Fu family, Tang Wanru, I will see how you explain it."

Fu Ziyao unceremoniously criticized: "The child is placed in the room, you dress me well and take care of it, no matter what, it popped out of your stomach, so that you can teach the child to be ashamed matter," Then looked at Fu Zimu, "Would you like to go, give me a ride."

Fu Zimu took the car keys, turned around and left without looking at Tang Wanru's unpredictable and wonderful expression.

Fu Ziyao followed, and before going out, he did not forget to tell the nanny: "When the young master wakes up, I will make dinner for him."

Watching Fu Zimu's car drive out, Tang Wanru stood at the porch, her body shivering from the cold wind, and Fu Zimu's words about pork belly that had given birth made her even more worried!

Walking into the baby room, she saw the little fat child lying on the bed with her butt arched and sleeping soundly. Her eyes flashed cruelty, and the slender fingers hanging by her side were tightly clenched. When she felt the pain, she Spread out the palm, the blood stains on it——

capital.

Wangfujing compound.

The compound is a high-end club for entertaining VIPs, with an absolutely advantageous geographical location, coupled with a strong backstage support, it is in full swing in the capital.

Tonight's dinner is arranged in one of the boxes.

A few hours later, Tang Mowan seemed to have recovered her normal expression, but only she knew in her heart that she hadn't recovered from the dazed moment when she saw Fu Shaoqian.

Secretary Luo led the way: "Mr. Lu, Ms. Tang, President Qian has been waiting for a long time, this way please."

The three of them walked to the reserved private room, and the old-style yellow window lattice was far away, and the window paper was as white as snow.

In an elegant and quiet room, two middle-aged men sat behind the table, with a jug of sake and a burner of sandalwood in their hands.

The other, elegant and calm, chatting and laughing, Tang Mowan actually knew Han Zhijing.

The white porcelain wind bell on the door rang, and the two men raised their heads. Han Zhijing smiled at Tang Mowan.

Tang Mowan came back to his senses and smiled at him.

The other man holding the teapot is Qian Yusen, the president of the National Psychological Association.

Lu Yunshen stepped forward to greet him with a familiar tone: "Uncle Qian."

"Yun Shen, here we are. Let me introduce you first. My old friend, Han Zhijing. I just found out that he just came back today. Time is running out. You don't mind having a meal together."

Lu Yun nodded with a deep smile: "Of course I don't mind. Teacher Han's name has long been known far and wide. We are lucky to meet you today."

Han Zhijing's expression was humble: "The blue is better than the blue, and the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. This era belongs to you young people. No need to compliment, Miss Tang, sit down."

Now it was Lu Yunshen's turn to be surprised: "Wanwan, do you know each other?"

Tang Mowan didn't hide anything, she told about the encounters on the plane. Where in life do you not meet each other, who would have thought that there would be such an intersection in the future after just turning around and looking back.

Chairman Qian likes to drink, and he is also the host, so there must be alcohol on the scene.

Tang Mowan didn't know how to drink, but she took a few symbolic sips, but because of an empty stomach, the alcohol was a bit fierce, and after a while, she felt a little stuffy and had trouble breathing.

She took the gift entrusted to her by her mentor to Chairman Qian, and framed it in a long kit, and then Chairman Qian unfolded it: "This..." Chairman Qian was stunned, and then handed the scroll to someone. Zhang's Han Zhijing said, "Brother Han, take a look!"

Tang Mowan noticed that Han Zhijing suddenly took out a pair of glasses and a magnifying glass from his pocket, pushed the scroll aside on a quiet table, and began to study it carefully.

Chairman Qian was also a little nervous: "How is it?"

After a long time, Han Zhijing put down the magnifying glass and took off his glasses, his expression could not hide his excitement: "The real work, old money, is the real work of Wang Xizhi!"

"Really?!" Chairman Qian was also very excited, "Then this gift should be given to Brother Han."

"Really?" Han Zhijing must be a fanatic of calligraphy and painting. When he heard that President Qian was going to give you the authentic works, he was very happy. That exaggerated smile showed his inner agitation. Step up, "Come on, Miss Tang, I respect you!"

Tang Mowan wanted to refuse, but this man was very persistent. Tang Mowan knew that if he didn't drink, he would definitely lose face, so he picked up his glass and took a few sips.

But she didn't expect that Han Zhijing's toast to you was not one cup, but three cups in a row!
Reciprocating a gift is relative, so there was no way, Tang Mowan bit the bullet and sucked all the golden liquid in the cup into his throat. In an instant, his stomach was scorching hot, and his throat started to burn.

Lu Yunshen quickly put the order into her bowl: "Hurry up and press the order, you haven't eaten anything yet."

Drinking strong alcohol on an empty stomach, one can imagine the consequences are astonishing.

She didn't want Lu Yunshen to worry, so after eating, she raised her hand and rubbed her long hair, then stood up: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"I'll accompany you!" Lu Yunshen stood up, but Tang Mowan stopped him, "What are you doing, just go to the bathroom, and you won't get lost, so don't make such a fuss."

At this time, except for her blushing face, her eyes were still very clear, and she really couldn't see anything unusual. Although she was worried, Lu Yunshen also knew that this was not good, so she didn't insist on asking her to call if she had a problem.

She curled her lips into a smile, and there was a rare charming look between her brows.

She walked out of the box so calmly, but just out the door, a strong sense of dizziness hit her, she almost couldn't stand up, she walked for a while while leaning on the wall, saw a uniformed waiter passing by, and then stopped him He asked, "Where is the bathroom?"

When I came in, I obviously felt that it was very close. I didn't want to walk for a long time, but I didn't find the bathroom.

Seeing that Tang Mowan was drunk but well dressed, the waiter knew that the customer was drunk, so he quickly said, "The women's restroom is in the direction you came from just now. There is also a restroom around the corner here, but it's..."

Men's toilet.Before the waiter finished speaking, Tang Mowan felt his stomach churn, and he couldn't hold back the pain, so he covered his mouth and rushed in.

After half-squatting on the ground and vomiting out what she just drank, she felt much more comfortable.A special "washstand" that stands up shaking and stretches its hands to the side.

But she tried many times, but the washstand still didn't come out. She had a terrible headache and couldn't think at all: "Isn't it automatic?"

Seeing a pair of black soft-soled leather shoes next to her come into her sight, she couldn't help saying: "Hey, is this thing broken? Is there any place where I can wash my hands?"

Staring at the unconscious woman sitting on the ground, the handsome man in a black handmade suit took a deep breath, walked to the side, stood still, slowly opened the zipper, and relieved himself.

Tang Mowan let out a confused cry, and when the water came out, he spread his palm curiously and happily: "Is this fixed?"

She foolishly looked up the water column, and saw a pair of slender and elegant male hands above the two straight trouser legs, and suddenly said: "So the switch of the faucet is here - no wonder I can't find it..."

(End of this chapter)