Love You To The Bones

When Shen Zichuan's big palm moved up a little and reached her most delicate part, Fang Xiaoran's body trembled suddenly and violently, her eyes shook disorderly, the whole vision was trembling, blurred, and she couldn't see anything clearly, including the man's tired and thin face.

With intuition, she freed up her flexible right hand and slowly extended it to her legs. Then, she gently but irresistibly pressed the man's hand. In the roaring heartbeat, she said hoarsely, "Shen Zichuan, take out your hand first. I have something to say to you."

For seven or eight seconds, the man didn't reply to her, and his actions didn't continue. He only made a dull hum similar to pain from his throat.

"Does the wound hurt again?" Fang Xiaoran subconsciously raised her head to see what happened to him.

The sight slowly looked up and slowly focused, and finally let her see his slightly white face clearly.

The cold and deep face and white thin lips, illuminated by the bright crystal light, came into her eyes.

Only a pair of eyes as deep as the sea burst out the streamer of tenderness and affection, threw them back on her face, stared at her without blinking, and smiled faintly on the side of her lips.

"Wife, with you around, the wound won't hurt any more! Well, my hand will stay there. If you have anything to say, just tell me."

As soon as she couldn't speak, the man's slender fingers scratched her smooth and tender skin. Ma Su made Fang Xiaoran's heart jump suddenly, and her breathing was short. Her chest rose and fell immediately, and her heart was disordered, plopping.

He hurriedly pulled the man's hateful big hand with a stuffy voice and annoyed, "if you do this again, I'll really go."

Shen Zichuan saw that Fang Xiaoran was ashamed and annoyed, and her face was about to bleed. She knew that her bottom line had reached a certain limit. If she stirred it up, she would turn her face and leave immediately. She nodded slightly, put her hand gently out of the skirt of her loose Maternity Skirt, covered her raised abdomen and stroked it gently.

Suddenly, I felt a weak kick force coming from my stomach, accurately kicked the palm of his hand, and kicked several times in a row.

This is the little guy supporting Mommy!

As if his heart had been brushed by a soft feather, Shen Zichuan's eyes lit up instantly. When he took away his palm, he saw Fang Xiaoran's upper left corner of his belly and puffed up a small bag. He didn't know whether it was the little guy's small arm or calf that kicked him just now.

This is Shen Zichuan's first close touch of Fang Xiaoran's belly in 33 years. It's also the first time he was kicked by a baby. It's wonderful!

Shen Zichuan raised his hand and looked at Fang Xiaoran in a daze. He felt his heart beating heavily at this moment. His dark eyes began to tide, and a smile came out of the corners of his mouth. "Wife, the child kicked me just now."

Fang Xiaoran was staring at Shen Zichuan with a fever on his cheek. He felt that his posture of holding his hands was strange and funny. He couldn't help biting his lips and hissing. "The child will roll in my stomach every day. What's so strange."

Hearing the speech, Shen Zichuan pursed his thin lips, stretched his big hand forward, and fell on Fang Xiaoran's chin. He raised her face slightly, looked into her eyes with deep eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Xiaoran, will your body hurt if your child rolls like this in his stomach?"

It hurts. Why doesn't it hurt?

Six years ago, she was still young. At the right age for pregnancy and childbirth, when Huai fangbao was in her stomach, she had a good foundation and was properly taken care of by Xiao Jingcheng and Xiao Huange. She had almost no discomfort during the whole pregnancy.

But six years later, she was pregnant with the child. She was in her thirties. The functions of major organs of her body began to decline. In addition, she tripped over her suitcase and almost miscarried a month ago. There was another jiangman night behind her, which was ambiguous with him——

All these things stacked together, causing her to be depressed and have endless nightmares every night.

In a bad mood, poor sleep, and various syndromes of elderly pregnant women, she often has leg cramps and severe abdominal pain. When the pain is unbearable, she can only use the stupid way of rolling on the hospital bed to relieve the pain.

All this pain, he doesn't know, he doesn't know anything.

Fang Xiaoran's eyes began to fog, wet, and the corners of her lips trembled sharply. Her grievances and soreness stuck in her throat and couldn't say a word for a long time.

No matter how men feel the pain women bear, they can't feel it completely.

After all, men can't replace women to get pregnant and give birth, so what can Shen Zichuan feel for her?

His heart seemed to press a huge stone, which was so heavy that Fang Xiaoran had disordered breathing and unstable breath.

Unexpectedly, her eyes were filled with tears. Tears fell silently into Shen Zichuan's palm along her face, whispering, "Shen Zichuan, the child conceived with bao'er six years ago, was cruelly aborted by you.

In order to please Fang Yanrong, you have been cold and violent against me for four years. During the final divorce, you watched me coldly. I was framed, arrested by the police and sent to prison.

Now, the child in your belly almost died in your hand, and the only hope of treating bao'er was almost dashed in your hand... Now, what qualifications do you have to ask me if it hurts? "

She lowered her heart and turned her head to avoid Shen Zichuan's clamp. She put her hands by the bed and quickly stood up from his arms. Her face was tired and pale. Her eyes washed by tears were surprisingly bright.

Unexpectedly, when Fang Xiaoran's feet fell to the floor, she stepped on Shen Zichuan's black leather shoes. She immediately stood unstable and shook back. The whole person looked up and fell back.

When her body's center of gravity was suspended, Fang Xiaoran quickly covered her abdomen with both hands, and screamed in horror, "ah... Shen Zichuan, help me!"

"Wife!"

Seeing the sudden upheaval, Shen Zichuan's eyebrows jumped wildly. He jumped down from the hospital bed like a hurricane and rushed to her eyes. His powerful long arm hooped her soft waist and held her firmly in his arms. "Don't be afraid, it's all right, I'm here!"

At the last second, Fang Xiaoran was quickly brought into her arms by him. She remembered that she had almost fallen to the ground and was shocked in a cold sweat.

Her body trembled and trembled. She gripped Shen Zichuan's loose sick suit collar. At this moment, she heard Shen Zichuan say a loud word in her ear. After a long time of forbearance and bitterness, she finally poured down like a flood breaking a dike.

Tears, like broken thread beads, fell on his clothes. While crying, he clenched his fist and beat him on the chest, "Shen Zichuan, you bastard, you bastard, you bastard!"

Shen Zichuan let her vent her crazy emotions. The volume remained unchanged and coaxed her with a slightly hoarse voice, "baby, I'm sorry that you suffered so much injustice and pain before. I'm an asshole. I'm not human! Give me another chance to love you and cherish you, okay?"

The last two words, he deliberately lowered his tone, almost gentle to the tenderness in his bones, such as the moment when spring flowers bloom, slowly and deeply, full of men's sexy taste.

Fang Xiaoran had never heard him speak to her in such a gentle tone, and his heart began to surge with a sweet and astringent vibration.

She doesn't know whether she wants to soften her heart and give him a chance, but she deeply knows that she can't selfishly deprive bao'er and her unborn child of the right to enjoy fatherly love.

His position in the hearts of the children is not that of her or other strange men.

"Shen Zichuan, don't force me. Let me think about it. Let me think about it first."

"OK! Baby, I won't force you. I will wait patiently for the final judgment you give me!"

With these words, Shen Zichuan's fingers fell on her face and gently wiped the residual tears. When his eyes drooped, he swept her somewhat round stomach and immediately couldn't help moving his other big hand down to her abdomen——

"Hiss!"

Maybe it was under the shadow he left her before. Fang Xiaoran gently breathed out, unconsciously stepped back two steps, retreated to the bedside, grabbed the soft white cotton quilt and pressed hard.

Deep down, I was still worried that he would hurt the child.

Shen Zichuan understood the deeper meaning of her behavior for seconds. Instead of following up, he put his hand over his chest and wrinkled his long eyebrows, made a painful look, walked around to the other side, took off his expensive leather shoes and went to bed.

He knows that at this time, he can't be pressed by Xiaoran step by step.

Give her time and let her have a good buffer, which is good for each other.

But he was always proud and determined that she was the only woman in his life, so he would not shrink back and give up.

Fang Xiaoran stood where she was and calmed down her frantic heartbeat. Fang slowly woke up. She wanted to ask him what he said.

She slowly moved to her heavy body, turned her head and asked the man who had been lying flat on the hospital bed, "Shen Zichuan, when you had an operation on the operating table, Xiao Jingyi came. He actually admitted that I had a relationship with him as a cousin. Do you know that?"