Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 506
But now, these bastards are all gone, and he and Zhu'er spend most of the rest of the time. Fu Jingxing is too lazy to think about Fu Jingyao at this time, so he turns around and directly hugs Zhuer and returns to the new house...

Zhangzhu subconsciously hooked his neck tightly, but gave him a coquettish look: "I can go by myself..."

Fu Jingxing smiled and said nothing, but carefully placed her on the bed, but he also bent down and kissed her on the brow lightly: "Do you still remember the first time we met..."

But Zhangzhu opened her Yingying eyes wide: "Which time are you talking about...?"

Fu Jingxing pinched her little nose in feigned anger: "How many more times? Isn't it just the time at Huayue Shanfang..."

Zhangzhu immediately turned her mouth up, and gave a soft 'hum': "You still have the face to say it."

Babaer came to Nie's house to propose marriage, but the object of the proposal was Nie Yanrong...

Now these pasts, they have long been relieved, and Zhang Zhu will no longer have depression in his heart, so pretending to be angry is just acting like a baby to him.

"But the first thing I saw was you..."

Fu Jingxing was careful not to hold her down, put his arms on her side, kissed her cheek lightly, the collar of the home clothes was slightly loose, exposing the light pink scar on her shoulder, Fu Jingxing couldn't bear it. She bowed her head and kissed her: "Pearl, I will treat you well in my life."

"You've said it many times..."

Fu Jingxing just smiled: "Before we go to Hong Kong, let's go back to Hangzhou first."

Originally, he wanted to take Jiashu back once before marriage, but he still couldn't make it.

The smile on Zhangzhu's face froze bit by bit, when he mentioned Hong Kong, she couldn't help but think of Fengchi.

The house of his family was still standing there intact, but he never came back.

"It's okay, actually sometimes I also think that Fengchi's death is a good thing. He is a very stubborn person. He will never give up and look back if he knows what happened or who. He is alive and will live forever. All alone..."

Zhang Zhu's tears slowly slid down: "Sometimes I think, if I let him get married, he will definitely listen to me and be willing to do so, but even if he marries a wife, he will not Happy……"

"But he is really not in this world now, and I'm still very sad. If I didn't know him at the beginning, and he didn't meet me, could it be that he is still doing what he likes now, and still living carefree ?”

"Zhu'er, if I were Qu Fengchi, I would rather live to this age and meet you."

Fu Jingxing lowered his head and sucked away her tears: "Pearl, life and death are destiny, everyone has his own destiny, one day we will leave this world too, it's just sooner or later..."

"I understand everything, I'm just too sad, Fengchi is so young, he's not yet 30 years old..."

Zhangzhu closed her eyes: "I always think of the past years. When I was in Compton, how could I survive alone without him?"

And later, if it wasn't for something wrong with his family, his father died unexpectedly, and he had to abandon her and leave California. No one knows what the ending of the story would be.

Perhaps, she was already married to Fengchi.

"In a few days, when we come back from Hangzhou, I will take you and Jiashu to live in Hong Kong for a month."

Fu Jingxing stroked her soft hair: "Zhu'er, he has already gone, don't forget that he still has many wishes, and you told me that you want to go and see where he walked..."

"It's okay, after our child is born, I want to take him to worship Fengchi."

Fu Jingxing knew what she was thinking, and also knew that Feng Chi's untimely death was an indelible wound in Zhang Zhu's heart.

He is not jealous of Qu Fengchi, nor is he angry that he has left such a strong imprint on Zhu'er's heart. For a person like Qu Fengchi, he is actually like his idol brother, and no one can dislike him no matter what. .

Fu Jingxing was really thankful that fate favored him. In the four years he was vacant, if God gave Qu Fengchi a chance, he might miss it with Zhu'er in his life.

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Their honeymoon trip started in Hangzhou. The couple took Jiashu to live in Hangzhou for seven or eight days. The places they had visited together in the past years were revisited again today, but it was completely different.

The broken bridge is still there, and the moon is still bright. They took a night cruise in the night of the West Lake, just like that night of that year.

He kissed her, and said to her, Pearl, stay with me and be mine.

Fu Jingxing bowed his head and kissed her just like that night: "Zhu Er, let's not be separated for the rest of our lives."

He didn't say life after life, life after life, life after life.

After all, he still loved her deeply, and even silently accepted her promise to Qu Fengchi in the future.

Zhang Zhu has a smart heart, so how could he not know how tolerant he is, she is his wife after all, but in her heart, there will always be room for Feng Chi.

"Okay, we will never be separated in this life."

Her forehead rested on his, and his palm caressed her slightly raised belly: "Take the heaven and the earth as witnesses."

The corners of her lips raised, "Take the stars and the moon as evidence."

Seven months later, she gave birth to a cute little daughter after a difficult labor in Hong Kong.

Fu Jingxing chose a name for his daughter, Fu Qingxu.

Ask him how clear he is.

As for Qu Fengchi, he is the most affectionate, clear and clean person in the world.

Even if one day, everyone in this world forgets him, his fans, those who admire him, even her and Fu Jingxing...

But there is still Qing Xu who will help them remember, with this stroke, the square and square words that come down horizontally and vertically will be remembered forever.

After Zhang Zhu's mother and daughter were discharged from the hospital, Fu Jingxing also quietly went abroad to have a minor operation.

Because of her physical loss, giving birth to her daughter was quite a thrilling experience. During the operation, she suddenly fell into a coma and went into convulsions. After being rescued three times, Fu Jingxing only felt that that day was the nightmare of his life, and he would never experience it again. once.

With Jiashu and Qingxu, it is enough for their husband and wife.

After his parents knew about his decision, they didn't object. He was very grateful to them for not putting more pressure on him and Zhang Zhu just because he was the eldest son and the helm of the Fu family.

When Qing Xu was almost one year old, Mrs. Fu went there. When she died of illness, she kept looking at the orchids on the windowsill without closing her eyes.

They knew what she was looking forward to, but they left regretfully after all.

There was no news about Wei Zichen, and everyone gradually believed that he really died in that fire.

News came back intermittently from Sanskrit. It was said that she was married to Wei Zichen's elder brother, and it was also said that it was just a rumor.

When Mrs. Fu was buried, someone sent an orchid to the grave. Fu Jingxing sent someone to ask who the person who sent the flower was, but there was no result.

Zhang Zhu sighed for a long time, always talking to Fu Jingxing about all the things that happened between Fanyin and Wei Zichen in California that day, she really wanted them to be together, but now they are separated forever.

When Fu Qingxu was a toddler and learned to speak, Fu Jingxing and Zhang Zhu took her to Hong Kong again.

It was a spring day full of flowers, and the lotus leaves all over the pond met the endless blue sky, and Qingxu had a cute little flower head, walking crookedly by the pond.

Palm beads rubbed against his tombstone. On the tombstone, he had the softest hair and the most gentle pair of amber eyes.

Fu Jingxing carried his daughter over, the wind blew up Qingxu's bangs, and her immature childish voice followed her mother's chanting.

"Qu-feng-chi-"

Zhang Zhu got up, pinched her little face: "Qing Xu, come..."

She took her daughter out of Fu Jingxing's arms and asked her to stand in front of Fengchi's tombstone. Fu Jingxing turned around and walked to the side of the pavilion. He heard his wife's voice, followed by his daughter's childish voice.

"Fengchi's father—"

Fu Jingxing once told her that when her daughter grows up in the future, she can marry and have children, and then she can continue the incense to Fengchi. After a hundred years, they don't have to worry that Fengchi will be lonely and helpless.

Zhangzhu blinked, tears were half dry: "Fengchi, I am very happy, have you seen it?"

On the side of the pond, the lotus bone closest to his tombstone suddenly tapped lightly on her and Qing Xu in the breeze.

Qing Xu clapped her hands and laughed happily: "Mom, Mom, Lotus nodded..."

Yes, Lotus nodded. He was in the sky and heard her voice.

——End of the text.

　I hope that our Fengchi will be fine in the sky, and we will drink tea and shoot movies with my brother when we are free to learn acting skills.

　　I hope Zhu'er and Fu Xiansen will love each other for a lifetime, Jiashu and Qingxu will grow up safely and healthily, meet the one they love, and finally get married.

　　I hope that our eldest sister and Lao Chen will soon achieve positive results, and then Jing Chun, Hua Hua, Sanskrit...

　　The following are tentatively scheduled for Fanwai, I don’t know if I can write them all, (┬_┬)
　　All the way to the south, the flowers are like a scene (Jing Chun, Xie Jingnan)
　　Love (by Shi Hua)

　　Sanskrit VS Wei Zichen (the name has not been decided yet)

　　Qinhuai Ballad (Qin Wan, Song Shaoling)
　　
　
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