Ex-wife Won't Remarry

Mu Xiyan held the railing with one hand and instinctively protected his stomach with the other hand, but his steps were obviously flustered and unstable.

Fu Junhao quietly looked up at the closed window. Suddenly, the window sash was quickly opened. He saw Mei Peng make an OK gesture towards him. Her eyes were deep. She subconsciously took back her eyes and looked at the staircase in front. A thin figure ran out of the rain curtain. As soon as she tightened her heart, she forcibly opened her stiff legs and rushed towards her.

The cold rain hit him. Muxiyan instinctively shivered and had no time to respond. The next second, he fell into a colder embrace and was forcibly taken to the car parked not far away. Muxiyan hurriedly grabbed him and pressed down the pain at the bottom of his heart. His voice was still cold, "you go!"

Fu Junhao tightened his arms around her, and his voice was hoarse and low. "Good, let's go back first!"

Mu Xi said, his eyes trembled slightly, coldly looked up at his heavy eyes, and his tone was firm, "what about the child..."

Fu Junhao stared at her closely. His eyes were surprisingly thick, his expression was dark and almost tight, his lips closed tightly and didn't open his mouth.

Mu Xiyan knew he was angry, but

"I said, if you don't agree, I won't go back! Well, since you don't want a child, I don't want him. Well, it should be enough to drench here for a few hours! You go!" he was about to struggle to get rid of him.

The people in her arms were small and cold. Fu Junhao looked at her white and blue face washed by the rain. Her heart was angry and painful. Her eyes were covered with blood and scarlet. After a few seconds, she finally relaxed, "let's go back!"

Mu Xiyan shook his body and looked up at him, "that..."

"Everything is up to you..." Fu Junhao held her waist tightly, his jaw pressed against the top of her hair, as if to inlay her into his bones, and his voice was full of weakness and anger after compromise.

Mu Xiyan held his soaked clothes tightly. Under the cover of the rain, his tears couldn't stop falling, but his heart was strangely relieved.

"I......" however, the words had not yet been spoken, and a strong sense of dizziness hit. He was black in front of his eyes. Finally, his frightened and uneasy low roar swirled in his ears, and he could no longer feel it!

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In the Central Hospital, Mu Xiyan frowned tightly. Her pale face set off her slapping face, which became more and more sharp and small. The bursts of burning pain in her temples made her feel very painful even in coma. It seemed that there was a conversation sound that could be suppressed in her ears, which was ethereal and distant.

"How is she?" Fu Junhao looked at the people on the bed with dark eyes. He looked calm, but the coolness inadvertently emitted by his whole body was startling.

He Ziling looked at Mu Xiyan, who instinctively protected her stomach even in coma. Her eyes were sad. It took a long time before she whispered, "I've used the medicine, and the high fever has basically subsided. There's nothing wrong with the mother and son for the time being, but the toxin in her body is unclear. She's dangerous! Even if the child is barely saved, because of the toxin in the mother, she won't be... Sound..."

Fu Junhao tugged his fist tightly, and his bloody dark eyes looked a little scary. A moment later, he nodded slightly, "I know..."

He Ziling glanced at him, and his eyes flashed complex, "Jun Hao, take a rest. You've been watching all night. If Xiaoyan wakes up and sees you like this, she... Will be uncomfortable!"

Fu Junhao was stunned. A few seconds later, he looked at him and saw that his warm pupils were faintly tired. He shook his head, "Ziling, thank you. Go back first. Tomorrow is the wedding. Have a good rest!"

The people in front of him care about Xi Yan as much as he does. Ziling knows how much effort she has expended for her, how heartache and how bitter it is!

He Ziling's body was stiff, and her eyes flashed a painful color like lightning. She looked at the person on the hospital bed with nostalgia and bitterness, nodded at him, turned and walked out, leaving only a clear and hoarse voice, "take good care of her. I will explain to Fu family and Xiaoyan. If there is a situation, I will contact him!"

Fu Junhao looked at his depressed back and was flustered. They knew each other when they were young. He knew he Ziling's nature better than anyone else. His surface was warm and dusty, but he was a person of the utmost love and nature. Once he used love, he would be devoted to protecting him all his life.

He is cunning and cruel. He will catch it if he wants to, but he boasts that he has never been sorry for others, but

But he always owes Du Ruo, indirectly sorry for him, the most sorry thing is that he hurt Xi Yan He cares about most inadvertently and intentionally

"Hmmm..." suddenly, a low voice of exhortation pulled his thoughts back. He tightened his heart and turned to look, but he saw Muxi Yan frowning tightly, misty eyes adapting to the light. After a night of tension, his nerves finally began to relax gradually. He was busy sitting by the bed and stretched out his hand to help her.

Muxi Yan's eyes fell on him and was stunned. Then he returned to his mind, reached out his hand to caress his lower abdomen, and said in a hoarse voice, "child..."

Fu Junhao's heart stagnated, took her to lean in his arms, carried one side of the glass, and coaxed softly, "good boy, the child is all right, come and have some water!"

Mu Xiyan took a breath when he heard the speech. He felt that his throat was dry and uncomfortable. He drank less than half a glass of water along his hand and finally relaxed. He looked up at him and lowered his eyes, "thank you!"

Fu Junhao's hand froze for half a second and put the glass on the table. He knew that she was thanking the child, but the more she was, the more he felt like a knife. If it weren't for his carelessness, there would be no accident and no loophole. If there were not too many dangerous factors behind him, she wouldn't be so dangerous!

He hates the people behind him, but he hates himself most. He hates himself for tormenting her again and again, and he hates that he can't protect her. What he hates most is that he should die to make her pregnant, so that she will suffer from heart pain now and even in the future!

Feeling his tight body and unstable breath, Muxi's words became more and more silent. She knew he was very angry, but she couldn't compromise with the child anyway.

Calm down, he pulled his sleeve a little carefully, "Jun Hao..."

Fu Junhao lowered his tumbling mood and looked down at her, "what's the matter?"

Muxi Yan pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, nestled in his arms and rubbed gently, "Jun Hao, I will be fine, I promise, I will give birth to a child well and don't let you worry, so... Don't dislike him, okay? A child without father's love is very poor..."

Speaking of the last sentence, her voice was obviously choked.

Fu Junhao's body suddenly stiffened, painfully closed his eyes and held her hands tightly. After a long time, he whispered, "OK!"

Mu Xiyan's eyes were red, and he was buried in his arms. He couldn't stop the depression in his heart.

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They hugged each other and slept all night without a word. Fu he and his family had everything ready, waiting for the new couple to enter the church.

Fu Ziyan's wedding dress is gorgeous but flexible, her eyes are dark and pure, her makeup is exquisite, and her beauty is like an elf falling from the world. At this time, she is slightly purplish with her lips, looking at a light purple bridesmaid dress, beautiful as a demon but elegant Nasha.

"Nasha, where did my brother take my sister-in-law? The wedding is about to begin. Why don't they come?"

Fu Junhao and Mu Xiyan have long been the closest people in her heart. She hopes they can be there, which is very important to her!

Nasha's eyes flashed, stroked the hair on her forehead, raised her eyebrows and burst into a fascinating smile, "what's the matter, chick? Are you dissatisfied with Miss Ben and other international beauties?"

Fu Ziyan instantly covered her head with black lines and glanced at her with disgust, "narcissism!"

Then he looked at Mei Peng, who was equally beautiful but always in a daze, "crazy girl, what's the matter with you today? Why are you so quiet?"

Mei Peng regained her consciousness, glanced at her faintly, and hooked the corner of her mouth, "why? I can't practice bridal etiquette in advance?"

Fu Ziyan was stunned. When she saw Nasha smiling next to her, she realized that someone was teasing her, her face was slightly red, glanced over and ignored her.

Nasha gave her a funny look and reached out to help her go outside. "Well, master Fu is waiting outside. The wedding is about to begin. Let's go!"

Fu Ziyan's face tightened. She only felt the palms under her gloves sweating slightly. Nasha saw her nervousness and raised her lips to comfort her. "Don't be nervous, isn't it marriage? If you're nervous, I'll help you walk the red carpet with old Fu later. You think I'm the bride and you're the bridesmaid!" she said, nodding with satisfaction, "Well, I really appreciate the best handsome guy like he Ziling!"

"You..." Fu Ziyan blushed and couldn't speak for a long time. She had to turn her head and ignore her, but she didn't start to be so nervous.

Mei Peng smiled at them, with an imperceptible melancholy at the bottom of her eyes.

In the church, all the guests were seated. Fu Ziyan took Fu Laozi in her arm and stepped on the long red carpet step by step. The person opposite said a pure white suit with a quiet and exquisite face. The whole person looked like a person from the distant nine days, stepping on the clouds, with a jade like temperament, but as ethereal as an immortal.

Fu Ziyan can feel her heart beating several times faster suddenly. She can't believe it now. Everything in front of her is true. She is so close and so far away from him. She is afraid that everything is a flower in the moon mirror in the water. It will be empty after waking up, but... It's true. She really wants to be his wife

Wife, what a beautiful word