I’m Pregnant with the Villain’s Child

The funeral of the old man was grand and methodical under the Lubeichuan operation. On the day of the news, the Lujia old house was a prime, and there were countless people from all walks of life. Cry or regret or grief.

Outside of Lu Beichuan, Ye Hao, with the assistance of Mrs. Lu, did not have any scorpions.

In addition to Shen Laozi.

Shen Jia and Lu Jia are world friends. Shen Laozi and Lu Laozi are also friends for many years. The two elders of Shen Lu are basically looking at the grown up under the eyes of the two. On the eve, the friends have gone away. This is a huge blow to the old Shen Laozi.

Shen Weiyin, who was holding the sadness in the side, entered the hall.

Father Shen stood on the edge of the coffin and looked at the remains of Lu’s last side.

"I am not good! If I can insist that this old guy go to the hospital to check his body, what disease should be cured!"

Shen Weiyin tears to persuade Shen Laozi, "Grandpa, don't be sad, pay attention to your body."

"Pay attention to the body..." Shen’s father patted the coffin on the coffin, and he was heartbroken. "The brothers who worked together in the same year, the sick and dead now, the old daddy, I thought I would come to you, but where? I can expect that you are coming to me! I have always let you pay attention to the body in these years. I will not listen to you in the hospital. I say that my body is clear in my heart, but you can see what you are now, and where else. At that time, there was a trace of Lu Ye’s demeanor!"

There are many words of grief, and the whole hall is full of crying and crying, a voice of mourning.

Lu Beichuan walked in front of Shen’s father and handed him three incense. “Shen Grandpa, you take care of your body.”

Shen’s father wiped his tears and nodded. He took the incense in his hand and walked to the front of Lu’s father’s photo under the help of Shen Weiyin. He respected and worshipped the three worships and took the incense.

"Shen Grandpa first went to the living room to rest, this time things are busy, I will call you again, and the hospitality is not good, don't be surprised."

Father Shen sighed and patted him on his shoulder. "I understand, my father is gone now. You are the grandson of Lujia. The burden of Lujia is on your shoulders. The shoulders are not light, but you can Resist!"

Lu Beichuan is not humble, and there is not much sadness on his face. Instead, he is more tenacious and indifferent. "I understand."

Shen Weiyin also gave Lu’s father a column of incense, “Beichuan, mourning.”

Lu Beichuan nodded, indicating that a maid on the side of the room took the two to the living room to rest.

The huge living room throws the screams of the mourning hall. The smell of the incense sticks is still found in the air through a garden. The smoke is faint, and the distant view of the Lujia old house is empty.

Ye Hao was dressed in black and dressed in the living room to entertain the guests in the living room. The busy day, the time of mourning and sorrow was never there.

Shen Laozi and Shen Weiyin led the servant to the living room.

Although Ye Xie did not want to see Shen Weiyin, she also understood that this kind of occasion is inevitable.

Fortunately, on this occasion, holding a face, no one said anything.

There is no smile on Ye Hao’s face. “Mr. Shen Lao, Miss Shen is sitting here.”

The servant sent two cups of hot tea, and Shen’s father did not pick up. He only looked at the living room and sighed: “The things are people...the things are people...the eyes have passed so many years, the should not go. , are gone, leaving me alone..."

Father Shen remembers for a moment and looks at Ye Hao.

Mrs. Lu was still greeted on the side, saw the family of Shen, and quickly pushed people away.

Shen Weiyin, this child, she grew up watching, and the children’s thoughts can be seen at a glance. Originally, Shen Jia and Lu Jiamen were the same, Shen Weiyin and Lu Beichuan were also considered to be a pair of heavenly creations, but the goddess had a nightmare, and no one could do anything about it.

Lu Beichuan and Shen Weiyin’s rumored rumored Mrs. Lu also saw it, and she saw Ye Hao naturally know.

"Father, you are here." Mrs. Lu is a perceptive person. Seeing the same old-aged old man, he couldn’t help but think of the old man who had already died. His eyes gradually turned red, and he smiled and wiped the tears in his eyes. "You are sitting fast. Take a break, this weather is so bad, you can't hurt your body."

Father Shen sighed and sat down. "The festival is sorrowful. He, if you don't have this disease at this age, it will be a dead end, but the number of lives is really no one to say. You see, I always thought that I would walk in the old man. The first thing... the world is unpredictable."

"Don't say that, you have to enjoy the blessings of the body for a few years. When Wei Yin finds his favorite boyfriend, you have to watch her marry and have children!"

Father Shen looked at Shen Weiyin. "I can't manage this child. Can you marry and have children? I can see how long this old bone can last." He said, looking around, "Yes, I am coming in." Now, why didn't you see the child?"

"The old man died in the hospital. When he came back, he kept shutting himself in the room and wouldn't want to see him."

Shen’s father squinted. “This child... Also, the old man was so fond of him before, and it’s normal to be unable to accept it for a while.”

He said that he looked at Shen Weiyin. "If you don't mind, let Wei Yin go and see him, Wei Yin, you should know how to persuade him, and let him enlighten him. It is not a way to continue this way."

Ye Hao sat on the side of Mrs. Lu and listened to the two talking. She did not speak, and when she heard Shen’s father say this, her eyebrows could not help but tighten.

When did Lu Shaoyan have such a close relationship with Shen Weiyin? Listening to the voice of Shen Laozi, it seems that it is not as simple as ordinary friends.

Mrs. Lu is preparing to let people take Shen Weiyin to Lu Shaoyan room, but Ye Hao stood up. "I will take Miss Shen."

Mrs. Lu was shocked, but the expression on Ye Hao’s face did not stop.

"That troubles Mrs. Lu."

When Shen Weiyin left the living room behind Ye Hao and walked through the corridor, a cold wind screamed like a pair of ice skates, which hurt the bones.

Ye Hao did not speak, Shen Weiyin remained silent and did not speak, but the leafhopper walking in front of him could still perceive Shen Weiyin's twinkling eyes and nails on her, such as Mang in the back.

Both of them did not say a word along the way.

Until Ye Hao brought Shen Weiyin to Lu Shaoyan’s door, he knocked on the door. “Little uncle, Miss Shen Yin Yin Shen came and said that I want to see you.”

There was no movement in the room.

Ye Hao’s face was heavy on Shen Wei’s voice: “Miss Shen, this is the room of Xiao Shu, just listening to the voice of Shen’s father, you seem to be friends?”

Shen Weiyin nodded lightly, "Yeah."

This short word, Ye Hao is even more strange.

Nowadays, from Shen Weiyin’s eyes, I can’t see the hatred two years ago. A pair of eyes are looking at her. It seems that she just looks at a stranger. Is she really giving up this resentment or hiding it too deeply? Didn't let her see?

"Mrs. Lu, you can rest assured, I will persuade him. Nothing, you can greet the guests first, no matter what."

Ye Hao looked at her deeply and smiled. "Then I left."

Shen Wei Yin evaded to one side, it seems that she was really stunned with Ye Hao, no sorrow, she looked at Ye Hao to leave, and then knocked on the door.

"Opening the door is me."

Shen Weiyin stood outside the door for a while, then slammed, and the closed door opened a gap.

***

Until late at night, the guests who came to condolences left, and the sounds of countless sighs dissipated in this dark and cold air.

The candle in the hall is not extinguished.

Ye Hao settled down the porridge and went to Lingtang after she fell asleep. She was tired for a day, and Lu Beichuan would only work harder than her.

Sure enough, when I went to the mourning hall, I saw that the person who was stationed in the mourning hall in Bairi had left. The entire mourning hall had only one person left by Lu Beichuan to guard the spirit before the portrait of Lu’s father.

There is a wind in the hall, and the wind in the yard is whistling, and the branches of the big tree are shaking under the faint light.

Ye Hao respectfully respected Lu’s father and gave him a column, and then kneeled on the side of Lu Beichuan, holding a pair of cold hands from Lu Beichuan.

"Mom has fallen asleep with porridge. Today, you didn't eat anything in a day. I prepared something for you at the restaurant. You should go eat it first. I am here for you."

Lu Beichuan’s father, Lu Shaoren, is a jerk. He grew up with Lu Beichuan’s knees under his knees. His words and deeds are all under the guidance of Lu’s father. Perhaps Lu’s father has a lot of thoughts about Lu Beichuan. However, a grandfather paid a lot of effort and cost to the cultivation of his grandson.

On the way to Lubeichuan's growth, Lu Laozi has a pivotal position.

Ye Hao also understands that no matter what disputes and suspicions Lu Beichuan once had with Lu Laozi, the position of Lu Laozi in Lu Beichuan’s heart is still unshakable.

"I am not hungry, you should go to sleep first, today I am watching the night for my grandfather." Lu Beichuan's voice is unspeakable exhaustion and hoarseness.

She also heard some gossip when she greeted the guests in the living room.

The grief of others crying in Lu’s ancestral hall, only Lu Beichuan’s tears did not flow, or grew up in the knees of Lu’s father, and it was a stone heart.

She knows that it is not Lu Beichuan who does not shed tears, but cannot flow.

The heavy burden on his shoulders does not allow him to be weak before the people.

Looking at the eyes of Lu Beichuan’s double wells, Ye Hao’s palms were tightly held. She whispered: “I will accompany you to the grandfather.”

Lu Beichuan's eyes were slightly moving, and the whole person seemed to be stiff. In general, he moved his neck and turned his head to look at Ye Hao.

Ye Hao does not want him to refuse. "I want to give my grandfather a last filial piety."

Lu Beichuan rolled around the throat and wanted to say something, but did not say anything.

The garden whistling more, the candle in the hall swayed.

The mourning hall is too cold, and he alone is not enough to resist these pervasive forests.

Lu Beichuan reached out and took Ye Hao over and kissed her head. "Okay, let's send Grandpa together."

Ye Hao tightly attached to the side of Lu Beichuan, firmly holding his cold palm, and passing the temperature of his palm to the heart of Lu Beichuan.