When I adore you, I drop the dust

Chapter 4 He only knows oatmeal porridge, but has never made millet porridge

The car stopped at the door of Gu Bei's Chinese Restaurant, and when he heard that he was coming over when it was cold, it was rare for Gu Bei not to leave after the review, so he personally went to the kitchen and told the chef to make millet porridge.

Fang Xingyue smiled flatteringly: "When it's cold, I want to eat the millet porridge you cooked."

Cold time helplessly opened the car door, he protected her very well in public, everyone in the world knew they were a loving couple.

"Xingyue, I don't know how to cook millet porridge, the cooks here do a good job."

Yes, he can only make oatmeal porridge, never millet porridge.

Gu Bei greeted him personally, with a teasing smile: "Why, Xingyue changed his taste today?"

Fang Xingyue leaned greedily in Leng Shi's arms, he had a faint smell of tobacco, and she didn't want to miss the temperature and texture of his clothes.

Gu Bei is a son of a rich family and has a very good relationship with Leng Shi. The two have known each other for many years.

Fang Xingyue nodded with a smile, and tightly pulled Leng Shi's skirt, trying to get closer and closer.

The warm dinner for the two of them turned into a cold business conversation with Gu Bei. Fang Xingyue sipped the millet porridge gracefully.

The two men opened two bottles of 82-year-old Lafite to celebrate their conclusion of another million-dollar case.

Fang Xingyue called Han Wen, and then carried Leng Shi back to Su Jinyuan.

"Flowing moon, flowing moon..."

Fang Xingyue put on her sunglasses again, she hated drinking when it was cold.

Maybe after drinking, you can really tell the truth and relieve your worries.

When I was cold, I held her hand and looked at her obsessively, from long hair to earrings to necklaces to the delicate ladylike spring dress on her body.

He chanted words, like a mantra, which made Fang Xingyue so painful.

"Flowing moon, flowing moon..."

It's very tough when it's cold, she can't break free when it's clasping her wrist, the drunken kiss...

"Han Wen!" Fang Xingyue called him, closing his eyes, not wanting to see Leng Shi and herself in such a mess.

It's been half an hour since he arrived at Su Jinyuan, he is like a transparent person, he has nothing to do with Fengyue, letting them struggle in the backseat.

When Han Wen stood in the cold, the car door opened and Han Rou was already waiting for her at the door, her little face was blushing uncomfortably, she must have seen that scene, she did not have his brother's concentration.

Han Rou is a bit shy and a bit happy: "Ma'am."

Fang Xingyue seemed to have poured a glass of bitter wine in her heart, her mouth was full of bitter taste, her head was hot and dizzy, the coldness in front of her turned into three, five, seven...

"Help me take a bath..."

Total darkness!
When she woke up, it was still pitch black, lying on a big soft bed, which was much more comfortable than a single bed in the hospital, as soft as cotton candy and could wrap herself in it.

This bed was the only one she kept to her liking, soft and comfortable.

In the dark night, she must give herself a little bit of buffer space, even if she loves her all when she is cold.

Fang Liuyue likes to sleep on a hard bed because it is good for her body shape. Fang Liuyue's feet were a little crooked when she was a child, and it took two years to correct them before they returned to normal.

Opening the curtains, there were raindrops on the window, the size of a bean, Fang Xingyue covered the raindrops through the window, her heart was icy cold.

The other hand subconsciously covered her lower abdomen, and she suddenly realized that she and Leng Shi's child were gone, and the child was gone...

Crying silently, squatting on the soft woolen blanket, covering her tear-stained little face with her knees.

The child is gone, who can she blame?

Baby, mom, I'm sorry for you...

(End of this chapter)