Lucky One becomes Unlucky

Feng Xu takes a look at Qian Zhaozhao, the bouquet that she pinches in her hand, and the porcelain vase that falls to the ground.

He went straight to her and picked her up.

"What are you doing?" Qian Zhao was startled.

"It's full of debris. Don't hurt it." Feng Xu put her on the sofa and called the servant to clean it.

Qian Zhaozhao can't help patting his brain. It seems that he fell a bargain just now.

Taking advantage of Feng Xu's back, she went to the other side and broke the large vase on the other side.

"Bang!"

Qian Zhaozhao turns his head and looks at Feng Xu triumphantly, but he doesn't find that his leg has been stabbed.

The servant on one side had just cleaned up the debris of the ground. When he saw that Qian Zhaozhao had broken another porcelain vase, he looked at her like a madman.

"Why are you so careless?"

"What? Angry, isn't it just a vase? Is it important to have me? " Qian Zhaozhao, learning from those coquettish and cheap people, said with his hands around his chest.

Feng Xu walked up to her and looked down at the place where she was injured: "if you want to drop something, I can let people change these vases into plastic ones. Don't hurt yourself. Your legs are bleeding."

He didn't say that Qian Zhaozhao hadn't found out yet. At the moment, she clearly felt the liquid flowing slowly in her calf.

He looked down and saw that a porcelain chip was stuck on his leg, and the blood flowed down.

With the pain coming, Qian Zhaozhao finally knows what it means to suffer for himself.

Feng Xu holds her on the sofa and takes medicine to treat her wound.

"You don't have to torture yourself like this. If you have any fire, just send it to me." He said softly.

Qian Zhaozhao ignored him. Now he can bear it just because the time is short. In a few months, she doesn't believe he can do it.

Another day passed, and Qian Zhaozhao was in bed, restless.

It seems that Feng Heng really won't come to find herself, but she doesn't want to live with Feng Xu like this.

What's the point of such a comfortable life, though it's good?

The next morning, Qian Zhaozhao got up and watched Feng Xu make breakfast while he was kowtowing melon seeds.

She deliberately spit the melon seed shell on the ground. Yesterday, she was unruly and willful. Today, she becomes a person with low quality.

Feng Xu looked at what she had done and said nothing.

While waiting for breakfast, Qian Zhaozhao looks at the shredded chicken porridge in the rice pot and thinks about how selfish people used to eat on TV.

So, she took a spoon and scooped it directly.

And then eat to the mouth, and then with the spoon, in the rice pot inside a mix.

"Well, it's still delicious."

Feng Xu picked an eyebrow: "then you eat more. After eating, I'll cook it for you."

Qian Zhaozhao's hands are frozen in the same place. How can she finish eating so much? She's not a pig.

In other words, he didn't dislike it at all.

Qian Zhaozhao sticks a lot of breakfast on the table with his saliva and looks at Feng Xu with pride.

Call me names!

Feng Xu directly served a bowl of porridge and ate it in front of her.

Qian Zhaozhao stands up and rushes out of the restaurant.

Neither this nor that. Where does he like himself? Can't she change it?

Qian Zhaozhao remembered Feng Xu and said that he was loved by her cheerful character when he saw her for the first time.

The servant was shocked to see Qian Zhaozhao acting as a demon. At the same time, he made a sweat for her.

Here, the husband's status is still very high. How dare a wife treat her husband like this?

After breakfast, Feng Xu comes out and finds Qian Zhaozhao's eyes on his face.

"What's the matter? Are you sick? " He reached out and stroked her forehead.

"Do you curse me?" Qian Zhaozhao shakes his hand away.

"Of course not."

Qian Zhaozhao rolled his eyes toward him: "it's better to do this. You'll be irritable if you look at it."

Feng Xu took back his hand: "after that, it will be a long time for you to be upset."

No sooner had he finished than he heard the telephone ring.

After receiving the phone call, Feng Xu's face suddenly became gloomy. He walked out of the room and went outside: "did you say he came?"

Qian Zhaozhao followed carefully. Before he went out, he was blocked at the door by the servant.

"What are you doing? Get out of the way." Qian Zhaozhao drew at her.

The maid shook her head and forbade her to go out.

Seeing this, Qian had to go back to his room.

Feng Xu went back to his room and took a look at Qian Zhaozhao: "I'll take you to see Xiaojing."

Qian Zhaozhao looked at him suspiciously: "now? I don't want to move. "

Before, she mentioned to see Xiaojing, but he refused.

Just now, he answered a phone call and was about to take her out. It was obviously not easy.

Feng Xu walked towards her, and without waiting for her to refuse, he picked her up directly: "you don't need to move."

"I don't want to go out, I just want to stay here." Qian Zhao struggled to get down.

"You'd better not move. Your tire is unstable. If something happens, don't blame me." Feng Xu's voice is pitiful.

Qian Zhao felt something indistinctly and did not move any more.

These two days, she also felt, perhaps shortly after pregnancy, sometimes abdominal pain bursts.

Feng Xu got on the bus with her in his arms. The driver soon started the car and left the manor.

"Is Feng Heng here?" Qian asked.

Feng Xu calmly looked at her: "you think too much."

Looking out of the window, Qian Zhaozhao felt a little excited.

Feng Xu, aware of the joy in her heart, holds her hand firmly, unwilling to let go.

Even if she is as difficult as these two days, unable to make trouble, he is happy, as long as she does not leave.

Feng Xu looked at her, the sun hit her face through the window, soft and moving, but invisible.

Along the way, the car drove very fast, to the outside, the road here is a bit rough, bumpy all the way.

Qian stopped the car several times in succession, then retched continuously, and her stomach hurt like a knife cut.

"Feng Xu, I have a stomachache." She was squatting on the ground, almost unable to stand up.

Feng Xu Leng for a moment, quickly hugged her: "it's OK, I'm here."

"Take me to the hospital quickly, my child..." Qian Zhaozhao grasped his clothes and trembled with pain.

Feng Xu did not expect to attack at this time, he gently comforted her: "OK, let's get in the car, I'll take you to the hospital."

After getting on the bus, Feng Xu said to the driver in the language of Z country, "follow the original road."

The driver nodded, looked at Qian Zhaozhao in pain through the rearview mirror, and didn't drive to the hospital.

Qian Zhaozhao's abdomen is like a knife. She feels that her little life is slowly peeling off.

"Why? My child

Feng Xu held her tightly in his arms: "Zhaozhao, don't cry, we can have another child."

There was a smile in his eyes. This time, her child could only be her own.

Qian Zhaozhao couldn't hear what he was saying because of the pain. He felt the blood flowing down his leg: "why..."