Born to be pregnant

Chapter 243 civet cat for prince

If we peel off the cocoon from some clues, maybe we can dig out the truth hidden inside.

Han Wenqing is well aware of Peng Yuan's character, but what she has done is very contrary to common sense and not in line with her supposed temperament, so he suspects, investigates deeply, and then——

Holding the newly released DNA test report, she felt a little unsteady. Someone actually played tricks with them under the nose of the winter vacation. Was the civet cat replaced by the prince?

Her window was open, and next door was the room of Han Zhijing and Xu Yining, and there seemed to be a low, suppressed weeping sound coming from there.

Han Wenqing sighed.

Although no one said anything, Han Songming is also a human being who has lived most of his life. The Han family is so weird, how can he not guess what happened? Even if he doesn't look for them, he still has a way to know what happened outside. of things.

Han Jingyu's death could not be concealed even if they wanted to. The children of the Han family were very afraid of Han Songming's emotional fluctuations. What is reassuring is that Han Songming fell silent after knowing about it, and waved to let people out after he sighed deeply.

And now, the cry that comes to mind at night.

Han Jingyu's death also meant that the third couple had no children. Han Wenqing pursed his lips, heard the heartbreaking cry, turned and went out the door.

Hearing Xu Yining's cry, Han Zhijing felt that his consolation was powerless, and in the end he simply said nothing, and sat on the side, quietly accompanying her like this, handing her a tissue from time to time, of course his heart was empty, after all, it was him Which parent does not feel distressed about the child.

Xu Yining didn't complain: "We are the ones who are sorry for Jingyu. If I knew this, I would never let her go out alone. Now... I don't have a daughter..." Xu Yining was out of breath from crying. The next day, her tears were about to run dry, and her whole body was swollen and haggard.

Han Zhijing put his arms around her trembling shoulders: "It's okay, Yining, this is the end, your body is more important, don't think about it so much."

"You told me not to, how could I not, you still have a daughter, but I have nothing, nothing... My daughter is dead——" Xu Yining's emotions were on the verge of collapse again.

Such a night, such countless conversations, made Han Zhijing deeply tired, and what made Xu Yining even more regretful was: "I shouldn't have told you about Peng Yuan. If you don't go to her, Jingyu won't be hurt." Stimulate, nothing will happen, you give me my daughter back, you give me my daughter back——

Han Zhijing endured Xu Yining's unreasonable torture, and he didn't regret it in his heart, because he felt that what Xu Yining said was very reasonable. If he hadn't gone to find Tang Mowan, and Han Jingyu happened to hear the news, she wouldn't have been hurt so badly trauma, the tragedy that follows may be avoided.

He was about to speak to comfort her, but there was a knock on the door outside.

Calm and regular.

The door opened, and seeing Han Wenqing standing outside, Han Zhijing didn't feel any surprise, and apologized in a low voice: "Sorry, did I disturb your rest? Yining is not in a good mood..."

Han Wenqing nodded calmly, "I know, I have something to tell you."

Xu Yining in the room still had some scruples after all, he pressed the corners of his eyes with a tissue, and tried hard to swallow the pain in his heart.

In the desolate bedroom, a thin woman was sitting on the head of the bed, her face was so red and swollen from crying, it was really uncomfortable.

Han Zhijing followed up and asked, "What's the matter?"

Xu Yining cried for a long time, and for a while he was still sobbing uncontrollably. Han Wenqing really had a headache and was a little annoyed: "Stop crying, after reading this, weeping in the middle of the night, whatever it looks like, I'm not afraid to provoke you." Unclean stuff."

Xu Yining was taken aback for a moment, not daring to cry anymore, and the report slip that Han Wenqing had thrown was falling on the quilt in front of her.

She took it, and glanced at Han Wenqing with a restless heart. When she saw the two names on the top, her lips twitched: "This is——"

Xu Yining's face suddenly turned pale, Han Wenqing nodded: "The third child should also go and have a look."

Not knowing why, Han Zhijing immediately sat beside Xu Yining's bed, holding the DNA test report in his hand. When he saw the final result, he felt his brain roaring, and he didn't know anything.

And Xu Yining beside him was even more so, his eyes went dark, and he was limp on the bed, Han Wenqing frowned: "Be sober, what time is it, and I'm still in the mood to faint!"

How can I describe Xu Yining's mood? After the extreme pain and despair, her whole life seemed to have lost hope. She felt that there was nothing in this world worthy of her nostalgia, but suddenly, such a huge bomb was thrown at her, and her heart suddenly There was a refreshing chill, and the hand holding the report was trembling: "Second...second sister...is this true?"

Han Zhijing couldn't imagine why the result would be like this: "What's going on here."

Xu Yining cried, and the tears fell in clusters again. He couldn't help but punched his body with his fist again and again, and roared in a hoarse voice: "Han Zhijing, it's all your fault, look at it, look at it , if it wasn't for you, how could Peng Yuan do such a thing insanely, my daughter, my daughter—"

Xu Yining's emotions really collapsed, the joy mixed with pain was too great, she couldn't bear it for a while, she vomited out a mouthful of blood, and actually passed out straight up.

"Yining!" Han Zhijing turned pale with shock, and immediately called for an ambulance. Han Wenqing was also taken aback. Thinking about it, he felt that this was normal.

Xu Yining had just experienced the pain of bereavement, and it was so painful that she couldn't live without it. However, the report Han Wenqing gave her showed that Han Jingyu was not her own, but Peng Yuan's daughter!
This... who can bear it!
Xu Yining was sent to the hospital overnight, Han Wenqing and Han Zhijing went to the hospital together, when Xu Yining was inside for first aid, the two stood in the corridor of the hospital relatively silent, Han Zhijing's body was also trembling, unable to hold himself, he wiped his face, his expression Dejected but slightly excited: "Is this true? So Mowan is Yining and I's daughter? Jingyu is Peng Yuan's child? They were transferred?"

A series of questions came out of his surging heart, and Han Zhijing even heard the sound of the blood in his body condensing into ice. Standing there, Han Zhijing twitched bitterly at the pale light cast from the ceiling above him: "Really?" I didn't expect it to be like this." Han Zhijing said this, almost exhausted all his strength, buried his face in his hands, and heard a voice coming from inside.

Low whimpers, tears, spilled from between the fingers.

Peng Yuan is committing crimes!

Han Wenqing stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, while Han Zhijing's eyes were bloodshot and he gritted his teeth, "I want to get Mo Wan back!"

Because of Han Jingyu before, they didn't care much about Tang Mowan's return, but now that Han Jingyu is dead, and the child was transferred back then, Tang Mowan is the child of Han Zhijing and Xu Yining, the Han family How could they just ignore the third young lady who was justified, and they definitely wanted to recognize her.

But, would Tang Mo Wan agree?

Obviously, they knew the answer.

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Tang Mowan was drunk, and after a few glasses of wine, she became intoxicated. Fu Shaoqian wanted to take her away, but she insisted on finishing the wine before leaving.

He pampered her and got drunk. Anyway, with him around, he could take her back safe and sound.

He looked at the time, it was almost time, the woman on the sofa was already staggering, smiling naively, so she got up and was about to walk towards her.

In the end, he heard a low chuckle from the side, turned his head, and met Han Xiaduo in a long skirt with a hanging neck.

She was holding a bottle of wine in her hand, and she obviously drank a lot. Fu Yun's face and staggering footsteps showed that she was also drunk. Looking at Fu Shaoqian's tall figure, her eyes naturally showed obsession, and she staggered. She stepped on the long skirt and leaned forward. Fu Shaoqian naturally saw it too. His eyes were dull, but he still reached out to help her, and when she was stable, he pushed her away, but Han Xiaduo suddenly grabbed her. He took advantage of the trend to climb up his arm, stood on tiptoe, and pecked Fu Shaoqian's thin lips with a gesture of surprise.

Fu Shaoqian didn't notice it for a while, but reacted, and immediately pushed the person away. Han Xiaduo couldn't avoid his push after drinking, and fell to the ground in embarrassment. The floor was covered with thick carpet, and the wine bottle in her hand was not broken. , that is, all the wine inside spilled out, dyeing the brightly colored carpet even deeper, which seemed a little scary.

Seeing his deep-eyed face, tall body, and those two straight legs in her sight, Han Xiaduo cried and laughed, and her friend over there came to help her, and Han Xiaduo smiled happily: " See, I kissed him, you lost, go, help me go back and continue drinking!"

Fu Shaoqian's handsome brows tightened. He reached out to help Han Xiaduo just now because he felt that she fell from that angle and would only hit her head on the sharp corner of the coffee table. The consequences can be imagined. He was not afraid of being called cold-blooded, but he was afraid Han Xiaduo took the opportunity to pester him again.

As for that kiss, he really didn't expect it!I hated it at first, but now my face is even uglier.

He hugged Tang Mowan, who was already drowsy, and strode away from the bar.

Fu Shaoqian found a substitute driver for his car, and he sat in the back seat of the car with Tang Mowan in his arms. She frowned, whispering unconsciously, breathing heavily, shaking her head from side to side, obviously starting to feel uncomfortable.

How could it not be uncomfortable to drink so much alcohol.

Her face changed again and again, his hand stroked her hot cheek, and let her lean into his arms again, which could make her feel better: "Thinking of vomiting?"

Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and she stared at his worried face in a dazed way through the lights in the back seat of the car. She responded vaguely, and reached out her hand to touch his clear face: "Hehe, it's okay, I just feel happy, thank you, I am very happy!"

Her soft little hands caressed casually on his lips, lingering, he opened his mouth and bit her pale fingers.

She was in pain, but she was giggling, smiling, and suddenly her face changed, and she covered her mouth. Fu Shaoqian's expression turned serious, and he called the driver to stop. When the car door opened, she rushed out, squatting in the car regardless of her appearance. On the side of the road, I vomited.

He spit out all the wine he had just drank, one after another, his legs were limp and weak, and his eyes were full of stars.

Fu Shaoqian seemed to have been prepared for a long time, turned around and took a bottle of mineral water from the car, unscrewed the cap and handed it to her lips. She slowly raised her head and looked at the man squatting beside her.

She put himself in such a mess, but he didn't complain at all, his eyes were always so silent and deep, and she didn't move, so he ordered: "Drink a few sips and press it, it won't be so uncomfortable."

The orange street lamp above the head fell down and shone on him, making his whole body blurred in the orange halo. The sharp-edged facial features looked a little vague and unreal, she tried hard to see him Clear, but he kept moving and moving, making people unable to tell the real from the fake, she suddenly wanted to cry, scared, tears fell down and blurred her eyes, so that his figure was also blurred, he suddenly stood up, She was frightened, so she rushed forward and hugged her neck tightly. Of course, she also dragged him to the ground, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Fu Shaoqian just wanted to get up first, and then help her up. How could he have thought that such a thing would happen, and he was thrown to the ground by her without noticing it for a while. He was about to speak helplessly. On the skin inside the open shirt collar, But suddenly came a cold chill
Fu Shaoqian was startled, still holding a bottle of water in his hand, and bearing the weight of her body, he simply sat on the ground, put his arms around her waist, and let her shed tears on his chest, silently cry.

Suddenly, his body froze, and he felt the warmth from under his shirt. Her lips and tongue thinly swept across the skin of his collarbone, tracing his outline. There was a tossing and crushing tenderness.

That was when she suddenly came up to him and kissed him.

There was speeding traffic on the side of the road, and the parked Bentley blocked the eyes of passers-by for them. A lingering smell of alcohol was swept away from his mouth. He opened his thin lips lightly and clasped her waist tightly. On the streets of the city, unrestrained devotion.

I don't know how long it took, the strength on his lips gradually stopped, Fu Shaoqian's breathing was disordered, and he slowly slowed down his movements, but Tang Mowan's body softened, and he leaned limply on his body.

It was late at night, and there were fewer and fewer cars on the road. It was late at night, and the driver had been waiting quietly in the car. He finally moved, stretched out his hand, touched the back of her neck, and called softly a few times, but she didn't say anything. There was no response, he pulled her away, looked at her sleeping face with tears in the corners of her eyes, sighed, called the driver to help, and finally took her home.

Looking at the woman lying on the bed who finally fell asleep, Fu Shaoqian remained silent for a long time.

He also drank some wine, but he was not sleepy. His slender fingers ran through her black hair, his expression was hidden in the dim light, and he couldn't see clearly.

The cell phone that was at hand suddenly buzzed and vibrated. Seeing her frowning slightly, he patted her on the shoulder, looked at the number displayed on it, and then picked it up.

In the darkness, Han Zhijing's voice sounded tired and pitiful: "Shaoqian, are you here at night?"

He got out of bed softly, went to the connected balcony to answer the phone: "I just fell asleep."

"Hmm." Han Zhijing seemed to have something hard to say.

Fu Shaoqian looked at the bright stars outside, with a calm expression: "Is there something wrong?"

"There is something." Han Zhijing said, his voice was choked with sobs, Fu Shaoqian was slightly surprised, and closed his eyes, "What is it?"

"At the end of the night, she... is Yining and I's daughter."

"..." Fu Shaoqian thought that he had already cultivated a calm and calm personality, and he could remain calm and calm when anything happened in front of him, but Han Zhijing's words hit him like a shock wave of light beams for a moment.

It turned out that there were still things that could surprise him.

"Yining's emotions have already collapsed. She cried and shouted to come over overnight, but I was afraid of frightening Wanwan, so I stopped her first, and I will tell you first, so that the scene will not be chaotic."

"Okay, I see." His deep voice was barely visible in the night wind, his tall body stood upright, "Take care of yourself."

Back in the room, Tang Mo on the bed did not sleep well at night, he kept having nightmares, babbling, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes.

Fu Shaoqian looked distressed, and kissed the corner of her eyes with the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)