Born to be pregnant

Chapter 252 At the end of the night, you are pregnant
Han Songming passed away.

When Tang Mowan got the news, his heart suddenly thumped, heavy, as if blocked by a big rock, and he couldn't breathe.

The Fu family also received the news at the same time, but the old lady kept it from Fu Zhan and refused to let him know, so she called Fu Shaoqian.

Fu Shaoqian and Tang Mowan didn't even go home, they went directly to the airport.

Accidentally met Han Xiaduo who looked anxious at the airport.

this is normal.

Her grandfather passed away, so it was impossible not to go back.But Fu Shaoqian procrastinated and bought two air tickets, but Han Xiaduo didn't have one. She stood at the service desk arguing with others, trying to get a ticket to go back as soon as possible, but there was no way.

She was in a hurry and said that her grandfather had passed away and she was going back to attend the funeral, but the airport staff couldn't help it.

Fu Shaoqian and Tang Mowan watched from a distance, and it was still ten minutes before boarding time. Han Xiaduo stomped her feet anxiously, picked up her mobile phone and prepared to make a call. When she looked up, she saw them. The red high-heeled shoes ran over: "Fu Shaoqian, do you have a way, I want to go back with you." Her eyes were red, as if she had just cried, and at this moment, she couldn't care less about pestering Fu Shaoqian , only to rush back to the capital.

Fu Shaoqian frowned, Tang Mowan couldn't bear it, and tugged at his sleeve: "Help her, she must be in a hurry."

He didn't speak, and took a deep look at her. In the end, it was entirely out of Tang Mowan's face that he asked someone to get another ticket, but he deliberately explained that he was far away from them.

The reply to him over there was that there was only one left and there was no choice.

Fu Shaoqian curled his lips and had no choice but to agree.

At this time, Han Xiaduo, with some muddy makeup on, expressed her gratitude to Fu Shaoqian, with a little less domineering than usual, because she looked a little weak because of her sadness: "Thank you."

She thanked Fu Shaoqian, but Fu Shaoqian said, "You don't need to thank me, you have to thank her." He looked at Tang Mowan.

Han Xiaduo was taken aback for a moment, and then her face froze. It was impossible for her to thank Tang Mowan.

So she turned her head away, and sat down on a blue row of chairs with a worried expression on her face.

After 10 minutes, boarding begins.

In such an urgent time, no matter how capable Fu Shaoqian was, he did not get a first-class ticket, but only got three economy-class tickets, and it was at the end of the cabin, with a strong smell of engine oil.

Only then did Tang Mowan realize that Han Xiaduo was going to sit with them.

She was in a daze, and Fu Shaoqian took care of her and let her sit in the window seat, while he sat in the middle seat, next to Tang Mowan, and Han Xiaduo sat in the outermost seat near the aisle.

But it was actually on Fu Shaoqian's left hand side.

Tang Mowan suddenly felt a little anxious, but when he thought of Han Songming, he no longer wanted to worry about it.

The plane took off smoothly without encountering delays, which made people feel a long sigh of relief.

It may be because Han Songming's death had a great impact on Han Xiaduo. She was very silent and quiet all the way. After asking the flight attendant for a blanket, she leaned on the chair and closed her eyes to rest.

Fu Shaoqian leaned Tang Mowan's head on his shoulder, and whispered: "Sleep on the plane for a while, when you get there, you will definitely have no sleep."

Tang Mowan nodded, and closed his eyes obediently, but he couldn't sleep, he could only immerse himself in his own thoughts and think wildly.

And Fu Shaoqian's hand held her tightly from the beginning to the end, and did not let go.

He also needs a break.Ask the stewardess for a blanket, and after covering herself and Tang Mowan, she closed her eyes and rested.

But their heads are always close together, like mandarin ducks crossing their necks.

Han Xiaduo woke up halfway, opened her eyes, looked sideways, outside the opened sun visor was the dark night, without the cover of the clouds, the bright stars seemed to be within reach, many people took pictures with their mobile phones, and the rest , all fell asleep.

Including beside her, Fu Shaoqian and Tang Mowan who were cuddling tightly together.

Tang Mowan's body leaned forward slightly, slid down a little, and just snuggled up to Fu Shaoqian's heart. He hugged her tightly, covering her tightly with the blanket, leaving only one head. How many people would let her be so affectionate? People are jealous, jealous like a letter with a heart like a poisonous snake, constantly hesitating.

Only the hands on the blanket can hold the handrail tightly, so as not to let their emotions be exposed.

Suddenly, the man who had closed his eyes and rested his mind woke up, and met her deep and sad eyes. Her eyes showed endless emotions, resentment, anger, unwillingness, nostalgia, and many emotions came together, which made her heart ache. It hurts, originally that position should belong to her, but now, she has nothing.

But Fu Shaoqian's eyes were indifferent and sharp, without any emotion at all, there was no sleepiness just waking up, only the usual alienation and indifference, which implied countless warnings.

Han Xiaduo's heart trembled when she saw it, and she pursed her lips subconsciously.

At this time, Tang Mowan also woke up, noticed Fu Shaoqian and Han Xiaduo looking at each other, and was slightly taken aback, Han Xiaduo snorted lightly, got up and went to the bathroom.

Fu Shaoqian turned his head and met her eyes: "Why don't you sleep a little longer."

"Well, that's enough." Looking at the time, an hour and a half had passed, and there was still half an hour before the plane could land.

"Hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

She shook her head: "Not hungry."

"Then let's sleep a little longer." Tang Mowan's heart was beating fast all the time, and a deep uneasiness enveloped her heart, which was extremely depressing. Slightly better.

"Don't think too much about it, it's fine."

"Ah."

When Han Xiaduo returned to her seat, what she saw was the scene of Fu Shaoqian bowing her head and kissing Tang Mowan's heart. She was so tender and gentle. Before she could sit down, the plane encountered a turbulence, and there was a sudden turbulence, and it was a relatively violent turbulence. , She was wearing high heels again, she didn't hold onto one firmly, her foot sprained, and she threw herself forward, aiming at Fu Shaoqian who was directly in front of her, but this time, he didn't hold her like he did in the bar last time.

It was an indecent scene. When he saw her running towards him, he actually kicked her, kicked her out, and successfully prevented her from approaching.

Then, due to inertia, she fell heavily to the ground, her forehead hit the armrest on one side, and there was a thud, as if the back of her hip-wrapping skirt was torn.

Tang Mowan watched all this happen, opened his mouth wide in shock, and slowly retracted his feet, crossing his legs together, working in his usual handsome and elegant way, as if the kick just now was actually when he changed legs Accidentally just made it out.

The stewardess ran over from the front cabin and nervously helped Han Xiaduo up.

Han Xiaduo also heard that puff, and of course she knew that the dress was broken.

The stewardess cared: "Miss, are you okay?" She was helped up, but her lower abdomen was aching.

Fu Shaoqian's kick was not a joke, but she never imagined that Fu Shaoqian would do such an unmannered thing, and he still acted like a normal person.

She was angry in her heart, but she couldn't speak.

The stewardess reminded again: "Miss, the plane is about to land, please put your seat belt on, okay?"

Han Xiaduo sat down angrily, but took a deep breath in her heart, but there was nothing she could do for a while.

Finally, the lights in the cabin were turned on again, and the stewardess' sweet and gentle reminder came from the radio: "Every passenger, the plane is about to arrive at the Capital Airport, please check that your seat belts are fastened..."

10 minutes later, the plane landed, taxied forward on the runway for a certain distance, and stopped.

People got up from their seats and started to take their luggage.

They were at the end, and they couldn't be in a hurry. When they were about to leave, Han Xiaduo still sat in her seat and didn't move. Like them, she came in a hurry without any luggage.

In the end, after everyone had left, Han Xiaduo was still sitting in his seat, blocking the way of Fu Shaoqian and Tang Mowan. He frowned, and he stood up with a slightly cold voice: "Sorry, please let me go."

Embarrassed, Han Xiaduo spread her legs sideways to let the aisle in front of her, and Fu Shaoqian took Tang Mowan's hand and left.

Leaving her alone, she sat in a chair in a daze to accept the flight attendant's questioning.

Fu Shaoqian was tall and straight, with a handsome and outstanding face, with a light expression, thin and wide lips lightly pursed, which made people feel unapproachable at first glance.

Tang Mowan strode up to keep up with him. Just as he reached the exit, he paused, and she stopped too. Following his gaze, a young boy was holding a sign in the crowd. The names of Fu Shaoqian and Tang Mowan are written on it, so eye-catching.

Tang Mowan secretly observed Fu Shaoqian's expression, and took the initiative to pull him closer.

When the boy saw them, he immediately put down the sign and said enthusiastically, "Third Miss, Third Uncle, I was sent by the Third Master to pick you up, please come with me."

At this time, Han Xiaduo had already borrowed a hip-wrapped skirt of a flight attendant's uniform from the flight attendant, and stopped them from behind: "Xiao Zhu, please give me a ride along the way."

"Miss? You came together too. The old man didn't say anything, so let's go together." Xiao Zhu smiled shyly, and carried them towards the BMW at the door.

This time Han Xiaduo went directly to the co-pilot seat.

Fu Shaoqian took Tang Mowan into the back seat and went straight to Han Songming's funeral.

Family funeral.

Although the villas in the western suburbs are brightly lit, but because of the elegiac couplets pasted on the carved iron gates and the huge black flower in the center of the gates, it is frightening to see from a distance under the night.

Han Xiaduo swallowed subconsciously, clutching the corner of her skirt with her fingers, and Tang Mowan was the same, raising her heart unconsciously, clutching Fu Shaoqian's palm tightly.

The entire villa was full of cars, including many military vehicles, all of which were subordinates and comrades in arms of Han Songming.

In the huge hall, Han Songming's body was placed in a transparent ice coffin, and his voice was mellow.

Han Wenqing, Hu Yalan and Xu Yining knelt beside him, while Han Wenxuan and Han Zhijing were entertaining the guests, thanking them in return.

When Tang Mowan and Fu Shaoqian appeared, there was no commotion at all, everyone's heart was heavy, and Han Xiaduo, after entering the mourning hall, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and even sobbed faintly: "Grandpa... I'm sorry... ...I'm late."

The crying moved Tang Mowan, making her eyes blush.

Seeing them coming, Han Zhijing immediately went to the side to help Xu Yining.

Xu Yining may have been crying for a long time, so his eyes were red and he was very haggard. He naturally held Tang Mowan's hand: "Mowan, Shaoqian, you are here."

Tang Mowan nodded slightly, and found that her fingers were cold without the slightest warmth, so she couldn't help but cared and said, "Your hands are so cold, go put on more clothes."

Xu Yining's moved eyes turned red again: "Have you eaten yet?"

It's true that I haven't eaten, but I have no appetite, so I lied to her and said, "I've eaten."

Han Zhijing came over, wearing sackcloth and filial piety: "At the end of the night, Shaoqian, go and offer incense sticks to grandpa."

Fu Shaoqian and Tang Mowan respectfully kowtowed three times to Han Songming.

Although Xu Yining had a lot to say to Tang Mowan, now is obviously not a good time.

The night started to get dark, and the crowd began to gradually disperse. Only the subordinates in front of Han Songming were still standing in a straight military posture, guarding beside him, and wanted to see the old chief for the last journey.

Both Hu Yalan and Han Wenqing couldn't hold it anymore, but Han Songming's funeral was going to be held tomorrow, so this night was extraordinary.

Tang Mowan and Fu Shaoqian sat quietly until midnight, and it was indeed a bit cold. Xu Yining came over and said, "Mowan, Shaoqian, you can go to the room upstairs to rest for a while. I will call you when the funeral is held tomorrow morning."

"No, we can't sleep either."

"Go to sleep, there's nothing else going on here." Xu Yining's voice was tired and hoarse.

Tang Mowan frowned: "It's better for you to go to sleep for a while, we will guard here."

Seeing that they were determined not to go, Han Zhijing patted Xu Yining on the shoulder: "You haven't slept for three days and three nights, go to sleep for a while, it's good for them to stay at the end of the night."

That night, they kept their eyes open until dawn.

Early the next morning, along with the long funeral procession, I personally sent Han Songming off for the last time.

Han Songming said that he had made great military exploits and made outstanding contributions. The team that came to see him off stretched for several kilometers, all the way from the villa in the western suburbs to the funeral home.

Then the final farewell ceremony was held in the funeral home, followed by cremation and placement in the cemetery.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when I actually left.

In the afternoon, the cemetery was extremely quiet.

In such hot weather, the bright sun above the head shone on the pines and cypresses, which was still a bit bleak.

Han Songming's cemetery is located in a particularly good location. Compared with ordinary cemeteries, it occupies a larger area. It is a special treatment for outstanding contributions by the government. In the photo, Han Songming is wearing a military uniform, with sharp eyes and extraordinary martial arts.

After the last remembrance, everyone slowly began to disperse.

Xu Yining didn't leave, and when the crowd had dispersed, she said, "I want to go and see Jing Yu."

It turned out that Han Jingyu was also buried here, not far from Han Songming, but the size of the cemetery is certainly not the same as that of Han Songming.

Tang Mowan and Fu Shaoqian also came together. The girl in the photo is dazzling and flying, just at the age of youth and beauty.

But it faded away so quietly.

In front of the flat tombstone, there was a bouquet of flowers. The flowers were only slightly withered, and they hadn't completely faded. They were clearly put up recently. Xu Yining was a little surprised: "Is anyone else here to see Jingyu?"

Han Zhijing couldn't answer either: "It's getting late, let's go too."

"Ah."

At the gate of the cemetery, there was only Han Zhijing's car left, and they got into the car naturally, but when passing through the urban area, Tang Mowan immediately offered to get off: "Please, let's get off at the intersection ahead."

"Mowan, won't you go back with us?" Xu Yining panicked, sat up straight and took her hand, "It's hard to come here, come home with us. Instead of going back to the villa, go to our own home. "

Tang Mowan was still not used to it, her expression was a little unnatural, and she didn't know how to get along with them. She felt that, in fact, this kind of relationship was already very good. If she got closer, she couldn't get any closer.

Fu Shaoqian stepped forward to help her out: "We have already booked the hotel in front of us, and we haven't rested all day and night. We want to rest first, and we will have dinner together later."

"Then we can rest just as we go home." Xu Yining insisted, "Go back, it's not far ahead."

The house here was not occupied by Han Zhijing and Xu Yining after it was renovated, but after returning from City A this time, Xu Yining moved into a new house. The previous residence left too many imprints on Han Jingyu. She knew Tang Mo I will definitely not go at night.

Tang Mowan had no choice but to look at Fu Shaoqian eagerly, hoping that he could persuade Xu Yining. Han Zhijing also joined the lobbying ranks. He was too tired and had a headache, so Fu Shaoqian agreed: "Then go."

Xu Yining was overjoyed, thankful that he had the foresight to prepare the room for them.

"You guys haven't eaten for a long time. I'll ask the nanny to make some food. We'll talk about it after we finish eating." After speaking, Xu Yining took out his mobile phone and called the nanny at home.

Tang Mowan took a look at Fu Shaoqian, Fu Shaoqian squeezed her hand, she fell silent, leaning on his shoulder, the car suddenly became quiet, the drowsy body that had been exhausted for so long was like an extremely tired The clockwork suddenly relaxed and fell into a doze.

The sound of thin conversation woke her up.

Opening her eyes slightly, she found that the car had already parked in a parking space of a high-end community.

It was Xu Yining who was telling Fu Shaoqian to let Tang Mowan sleep a little longer.

As a result, she woke up.

Han Zhijing said: "Then hurry up, Shaoqian is also tired, so let's go to bed early after eating."

"Well, go up." Xu Yining nodded happily.

The greening of the community is particularly good. The tall camphor trees that require several people to protect the environment are in the center of the flower beds, and there are many flower beds along the way.

It's just that Tang Mowan still felt that his chest was congested, and his face was actually quite ugly.

Fu Shaoqian frowned and asked in concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

She nodded: "It's a bit nauseating, maybe it's because I haven't eaten for a long time."

"Be patient."

They entered the elevator, and Xu Yining pressed the button for the eighteenth floor.

Han Zhijing prepared the key in the elevator, and ran to open the door when he got out of the elevator. Afterwards, a smell of cooking oil rushed out from the kitchen.

Tang Mowan, who was following behind, was taken aback for a while, feeling an uncontrollable nausea, and hurriedly covered his mouth.

Xu Yining turned around, saw her distressed look, and immediately brought the trash can over: "Mowan, what's the matter, spit it here."

Tang Mowan squatted on the ground and vomited, his face was very ugly, Han Zhijing went to pour water, Fu Shaoqian squatted aside to help her pat her back, his movements were meticulous, Xu Yining took a tissue, saw Tang Mowan picked it up, and immediately handed it over, Han Zhijing Give her water to rinse her mouth.

"Is it better?" Fu Shaoqian asked in a low voice.

Tang Mowan frowned tightly, and the smell of food in the room was unpleasant no matter what, Xu Yining was taken aback, and said to her, "Mowan, give me your wrist."

"Huh?" Tang Mowan looked at her strangely.

Xu Yining has already pinched her slender wrist. Xu Yining has studied traditional Chinese medicine, and has learned a little bit about pulse and disease.

Seeing her appearance, Tang Mowan's heart suddenly arose. Before she could ask, Xu Yining said in surprise, "Mowan, you're pregnant—"

(End of this chapter)