Born to be pregnant

Chapter 213 My Wife Worry About Herself
The dress shouldn't be so loose in the first place, at least it shouldn't be pulled down so lightly by someone. Tang Mowan had already reacted immediately and stretched out her hand to grab it, but she couldn't care about the front but the back. Her back was completely loosened, and she anxiously stretched out her hands to cover it, but she didn't cover it, and the whole dress spread out to both sides in an exaggerated posture. Her smooth back, slender waist, and slender legs were completed. The back, completely exposed to the air, is glaringly white.

The coolness hit instantly, and Fu Jinyan next to him glared at the anxious Han Xiaduo viciously.

Han Jingyu was still throwing herself on the ground. Although Han Xiaduo stepped on her skirt and fell like a shit, this kind of embarrassment was nothing compared to Tang Mowan's big appearance.

"Mom!" Fu Jinyan wanted to cover Tang Mowan from behind, but he was so short and small, the media nearby had already noticed the situation here, attracted by Tang Mowan's exquisite curves, they all picked up their cameras Take pictures of her.

For a moment, Tang Mowan's face was pale, and Han Zhijing beside him had already reacted immediately, immediately took off his coat and wrapped it around her body, and stopped everyone from taking pictures.

Han Xiaduo looked at Tang Mowan's distressed appearance, and after helping Han Jingyu up, his face was full of deep apology: "I'm sorry, Jingyu, are you okay?"

Han Jingyu also made a fool of himself, and couldn't help being a little annoyed, but seeing Tang Mowan like that, especially when Han Zhijing took off his clothes to Tang Mowan, but didn't even say a word of concern for him, he became more and more angry, biting his lower lip Thick sarcasm: "Cousin, look, it's all your fault. You tore Miss Tang's clothes and made such a big joke. If this is published in tomorrow's newspaper, wouldn't it be my father's fault?" All face lost together."

Han Xiaduo said yes again and again, and said hypocritically: "Miss Tang, I still have a spare dress behind me, do you want to change it for you?"

Tang Mowan couldn't take into account what Han Xiaduo was thinking at the moment, but she also knew that she had no such kind intentions. Frowning, she realized that more and more people were looking at her. Suits, Tang Mowan was really powerless by himself, and his clothes would fall off at any time, so he couldn't take them off at all.

Han Zhijing could also see that something was wrong. At this moment, his eyes were sharp, and he reprimanded him with a straight face: "What are you still doing standing here? Hurry up and get your clothes."

Then he lowered his head again, and said softly to Tang Mowan, "It's okay, I'll help you go to the lounge to rest first."

At the end of Tang Dynasty, everyone was fine, but I felt a little embarrassed, but seeing Han Zhijing being so angry for him, I was still a little grateful, while Han Xiaduo was still pretending: "Okay, then you wait, I'll go get the clothes, but don't let me go Let the media take a photo, if this photo is leaked tomorrow, it will definitely not be elegant, but fortunately this is abroad, everyone's sexual concept is relatively open, if this is in China, I'm afraid..."

"Afraid of what?" Just as Han Xiaduo finished speaking, a deep, familiar and magnetic male voice suddenly sounded behind them.

Han Xiaduo turned her head suddenly, and the goal was Fu Shaoqian's extraordinary handsome facial features.

He was wearing a black Armani handmade suit, which made his figure tall and straight. A small sapphire blue eye scarf was pinned to the black top. There was a smile on his mouth, but there was a cold killing intent all over his body.

Looking at Fu Shaoqian who suddenly appeared, Han Xiaduo was stunned. Fu Shaoqian withdrew his cold eyes from her, and when he walked towards Tang Mowan, he had already unbuttoned his suit jacket. Withdrew her clothes and changed her coat to wrap her completely.

The moment he saw Fu Shaoqian, Tang Mowan's uneasiness and embarrassment gradually dissipated, and the heart that was hanging high slowly fell back into his stomach, and he let out a sigh of relief.

The little guy saw that his father was coming, and immediately became full of confidence. He walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back, as if he hadn't seen Han Xiaduo's floor-sweeping skirt, he stepped on it and walked back and forth twice. She was wearing a white gauze skirt, and when Fu Jinyan stepped on it, the two black feet on the transparent gauze skirt became very clear and obvious.

Han Xiaduo's pretty face immediately pulled down, but the little guy smiled innocently, showing two cute dimples when he smiled: "Auntie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

That innocent face, coupled with such a devilish expression, knew that he did it on purpose, but no one present was willing to blame him.

Han Xiaduo saw that Fu Shaoqian bent down to hug Tang Mowan, his heart was tormented in the oil pan, he stared at the woman in his arms with deep and gentle eyes, cared for her so carefully, but treated her with no false words, Make her lose face.

"Mr. Fu, I'm really sorry that such an accident happened. It surprised Ms. Tang. I apologize for Jingyu." Seeing that they were leaving, Han Zhijing hurriedly spoke up.

Fu Shaoqian stopped and looked at him, his gaze sharpened like a knife blade: "You have said your apology too many times, and I don't want to hear it anymore. If you really feel guilty, take good care of your daughter in the future and don't go around Getting into trouble makes her stumble, and people have to keep taking care of her aftermath."

Han Zhijing's face was shaved, but he was not angry, because Fu Shaoqian was telling the truth, and Han Jingyu really lacked discipline.

Seeing Han Zhijing's frank and upright attitude, Fu Shaoqian let out a faint hum, his expression indifferent but arrogant, and seeing the media over there taking pictures, he added in English before: "My Fu Shaoqian's wife, it's not anyone else's turn to worry about it." .”

He stood up and grabbed everyone's attention in an instant.

"Let's go, Jinyan."

"Oh, good." Fu Jinyan came back to his senses, straightened the bow tie in front of his neck, straightened his belly, and imitated the example, "My mother, Fu Jinyan, doesn't need anyone to bother. I can't manage it myself. I want to take care of other people."

Han Xiaduo clenched her fingers tightly, and the foreign media pointed the camera at her again, seeing her disappointed and unwilling face.

But this time even Han Jingyu was not happy. Seeing Fu Shaoqian and the others leave, she stomped her feet and drank in a low voice: "Cousin, you are going too far. If you want to punish the late Tang Dynasty, you can do it. Why drag me along?" Going into the water made me lose my face in that fall, and it will definitely be ugly in the newspaper tomorrow."

The black Cayenne parked gracefully at the entrance of the museum, and even aggressively occupied a special lane of the house, but no one dared to go forward to chase it away. When Fu Shaoqian came out with Tang Mowan in his arms, someone had already jumped out of the driver's seat. The gentleman's help They opened the rear door.

Then he bent down and squatted down, and hugged the little person following him into the back seat from the other side, and Fu Shaoqian and Tang Mowan sat in after them.

Tang Mowan recognized at a glance that it was Ji Shaoting, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, who opened the door for them. He had only met once before, and now it's a little strange to see him again.

Ji Shaoting greeted Tang Mowan naturally and warmly: "Hi, sister-in-law, do you still remember me?"

Tang Mowan nodded: "Si Shao Ji, long time no see."

"Hehehehe." Ji Shaoting laughed immediately after hearing her address, "Then what is your name Fu Er? Fu Er Shao?"

Tang Mowan blushed slightly. At first she was called Alex, then Mr. Fu, and then Fu Shaoqian. It seems that she has never called him a more intimate name than Fu Shaoqian...

Fu Shaoqian, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke at this time: "Where is there so much nonsense, concentrate on driving."

Ji Shaoting shrugged his shoulders: "I'm just chatting with my second sister-in-law, second brother, are you so stingy? But second sister-in-law, your clothes are really..." Ji Shaoting only glanced at the rearview mirror, and grinned, "Carven When did the quality of the skirts become so poor."

Tang Mowan didn't dare to make any big moves, Fu Shaoqian's hands kept helping her fasten the buttons of her suit, without saying a word, Ji Shaoting turned on the stereo in the car and hummed a song to himself.

Not long after, she heard Fu Shaoqian say: "Ji Si, I remember that your old man is from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Ji Shaoting whistled loudly, and his body swayed on the seat with the music: "Yeah, but it's not there now, are you okay?"

"When the person is gone, the relationship is always there."

Ji Shaoting laughed: "Tell me, what exactly do you want to do, I can help you get it done without the old man."

Fu Shaoqian pursed his lips, "Well, I'll tell you later."

The corners of Ji Shaoting's frivolous eyes, which were like peach blossoms in full bloom, slightly raised, and he whistled loudly noncommittal: "Okay."

When they arrived downstairs in the community, Aunt Li was already waiting there. Fu Shaoqian got out of the car with Tang Mowan in his arms, Aunt Li hugged Fu Jinyan and went upstairs together, and Ji Shaoting drove away.

Tang Mowan's uneasy heart seemed to calm down after returning to his room, changing his clothes and making sure that the thread would not be disconnected behind him.

The lake blue dress was picked up by her from the ground, and after checking the opening at the back, she found that the sewing thread of the zipper at the back of the dress had actually been deliberately opened. Han Jingyu tore vigorously, causing the threads to break apart, and the clothes fell apart from the back, making it impossible to hold them together.

It is impossible for a custom-made dress to have such a problem.

Fu Shaoqian was on the phone by the bedside. His tall and slender body was bathed in the golden sunlight. His back was broad. He held the phone in one hand and pressed the other on the belt buckle around his waist. He looked back at Tang Mowan standing there with his dress in his hands, and After a few words, the call ended.

He walked over to look at the gap at the zipper, and threw the dress into the trash can: "Don't look at it."

He said it lightly, but she couldn't put it down so easily: "What about those photos."

"I've sent someone to deal with it."

"is it okay?"

"Well, it's not a big deal."

Hearing his assurance, Tang Mowan finally felt a little relieved: "But when did someone tamper with this dress?" Of course she didn't think it was someone from the dress company, "Aunt Li, Aunt Li."

Aunt Li outside heard Tang Mowan's call and ran over: "Miss Tang, what's the matter?"

Tang Mowan frowned: "Aunt Li, let me ask you, when you came back that day, were the clothes handed over to you by someone from the dress company?"

Aunt Li was dumbfounded: "No, Miss Tang, the clothes are placed at the door. When I brought the young master back, there was no one at the door. I saw your name written on such a beautiful box, so I brought it in for you." Aunt Li was suddenly very nervous, "Miss Tang, is something wrong?"

"No, Aunt Li, you go to work first."

The box was placed at the door, so the rest of the things can be guessed without guesswork. Tang Mowan thought it was funny: "What the hell is Han Xiaduo trying to do? Is it interesting to do these sneaky things? So I have tried everything to make Am I making a fool of myself?"

Compared to her anger, Fu Shaoqian looked very calm, his slender fingers slid across her side face: "Well, don't be impatient, are you hungry, let's go eat first."

"Not hungry." Thinking of the situation at that time, Tang Mowan was still very angry. Han Xiaduo and Han Jingyu made it clear that it was planned to frame her deliberately, but the little guy did not show weakness.

Fu Shaoqian smiled faintly: "Well, it just so happens that I'm not very hungry..." As he spoke, he touched her chest. Tang Mowan was startled, and she had already been pushed down on the big soft bed behind him.

"Ah, Fu Shaoqian, what are you doing, let me go. By the way, why did you come here suddenly?" If it weren't for him, she really didn't know what to do at that time.

He answered irrelevantly: "Don't you want me to come?" Then he slid his hand into her dress, but at this moment the closed bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and a small head with a tiger's head and a tiger's head poked out: "Dad, Aunt Li said It's time to eat, hey, what are you doing?"

Tang Mowan turned over and pushed away the man on her body, and quickly sat up and straightened the messy skirt hem on her body: "It's nothing, we can eat now, right, let's go, Jin Yan, let's go eat."

The man lay on the bed a little annoyed, with a helpless and doting smile on the corner of his mouth.

After Han Zhijing's solo painting and calligraphy exhibition ended, there was a short personal interview, and after that, there was a private party, which was only open to the most distinguished guests with VIP cards.

Han Xiaduo was in the spotlight at the venue, her white dress was dirty by Fu Jinyan, she had already changed into a peach red tube top short dress, the tight and soft fabric wrapped her round curves, and she stepped on a pair of high heels , looks exquisite and attractive.

The previous little accident had been forgotten, and Han Jingyu also put on a new custom-made dress. Among a group of blond foreigners, the oriental faces of the two Han sisters were really popular.

Han Jingyu shuttled among them, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by people, while Han Xiaduo stood quietly in a corner holding a wine glass. Many men came to strike up a conversation, but she rejected them all. The more cold she was, the more these men would The more I like the stream.

At this time, a middle-aged woman in a black dress appeared, about 40 years old, but because of her strong physique, she looked very old. She looked around first, and after finding Han Xiaduo, she took a glass Red Wine walked towards her slowly, with a smile in his eyes.

Han Xiaduo raised her eyebrows, making sure that she didn't know the woman in front of her. When she walked in front of her, she was just about to speak, when the glass of wine in the woman's hand suddenly poured over her, and then Han Xiaduo's newly changed breast-wrapping dress Being torn off by the woman with brute force, Han Xiaduo's face paled in fright, and she kept screaming, but the tall and strong woman didn't let her go, directly crushed her to the ground, and even slapped her.

Because Han Xiaduo was standing in the corner, a little far away, and when everyone reacted and rushed to this side, she was already dizzy from being slapped, her clothes were torn, and she was in a state of distress than before the end of Tang Dynasty. More Sheng.

The violent woman was stretched, and Han Xiaduo covered her chest with both hands in shame and anger, but someone was already taking pictures of her with a mobile phone at the scene, and Han Xiaduo glared at the other person angrily: "Don't take pictures, don't take pictures——"

The other party turned a deaf ear, Han Xiaduo can't care so much now, Han Zhijing really had a headache, but he still took off his coat and covered his niece, the middle-aged woman was restrained, Han Xiaduo glared at her angrily: "I don't know you, what do you want to do?" !" She yelled in English, but she didn't expect such a foreign woman to curse in Chinese for the first time: "Bitch——"

Those present who could understand were stunned, Han Jingyu yelled, "Cousin, you foreigner call you a bitch, she can speak Chinese—"

Han Xiaduo stared at Han Jingyu angrily: "Shut up!" Then he asked the middle-aged woman angrily, "I don't even know you, who are you?"

"Heh." The middle-aged woman shook off the restrained arm, took out a stack of photos from the small leather bag she was carrying, and then threw them into the air in the form of a goddess scattering flowers, and the photos fluttered like snowflakes, falling all over the ground , Everyone curiously picked it up and looked at it, dumbfounded.

When Han Zhijing saw it, the veins in his temples throbbed faintly, while Han Jingyu was amazed: "Wow, cousin, when did you take such a crazy thing?"

There were various gasping sounds around her one after another, and Han Xiaduo stared at one of the photos scattered at her feet with a gloomy expression, her body crumbling...

(End of this chapter)