Fu Shao knelt down today?

Chapter 560 We Love You Very Much (2 in 1)

In the past few days, Gu Liuxing rarely went out and stayed in Shengjing.

In fact, not only Fu Yanchen was worried, but she was too.

She was afraid that this child would also...

When Fu Yanchen came back from get off work in the evening, Gu Liuxing was sitting in the yard in a daze.

Fu Yanchen suddenly remembered the books he bought with huge sums of money from Li Fengyang!
Pregnant women like to think wildly, and the emotions of pregnant women are very... inexplicable...

Fu Yanchen walked over cautiously, stretched his hand from behind her head, stroked her face, and asked softly, "What are you thinking?"

Gu Liuxing raised his head, looked at him, his eyes were still a little dazed, then lowered his head again, and said softly: "I have something to tell you."

Seeing her slightly heavy face, Fu Yanchen could almost guess what she was going to say, his eyes flashed with a smile, and he said, "What's the matter?"

"I want to..." Gu Liuxing's eyelashes trembled, her voice was suppressed, and she paused for a while before continuing: "I want to go to the Fu family's cemetery."

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In the early morning of the next day, Gu Liuxing watched Gu Liusha being sent to school by the driver, and then drove with Fu Yanchen to the Fu family cemetery.

Both of them were dressed in black, repressed and silent.

The car stopped under the long stone steps, and Gu Liuxing walked down with a bunch of sunflowers in his arms.

She always felt that Fu Yanchen was not worthy of being the mother of that child, nor was she worthy of being a father, so Sunflower was their apology and hope for her.

The sky is blue, the light of the morning sun sprinkles the cemetery generously, and the breeze is gentle, which makes people feel not so cold.

Fu Yanchen glanced at the stone steps and said, "I'll carry you up."

Gu Liuxing shook his head, stepped on the stone steps silently, and walked up one level at a time.

Fu Yanchen looked at her back, but there was nothing he could do.

All along, that unborn child could easily destroy their emotions, so when Gu Liuxing showed that expression yesterday, he guessed the reason.

Fu Yanchen kept paying attention to Gu Liuxing's body, worried that she might feel unwell.

Standing in front of the small tombstone, Fu Yanchen looked away from Gu Liuxing and landed on the words on the tombstone, his heart ached in an instant.

Gu Liuying, the shadow of phantom.

Looking at Gu Liuxing's face again, it was already pale, and his eyes were frozen.

She bent down slowly, and carefully placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, as if she was afraid of disturbing a little person who was resting in peace.

"Liuying, I'm here to see you." Gu Liuxing smiled slightly towards the tombstone, "I have good news to tell you, you have a younger brother or younger sister, two, after a while, I will be able to I know whether it is a brother or a sister."

"I will take good care of them and double my love for you. I will tell them that there is a sister who has been watching them from heaven."

Gu Liuxing smiled and tears rolled down without warning, she quickly wiped them off, with a suppressed sob in her throat.

Fu Yanchen hugged her, and Gu Liuxing buried her face in his arms, weeping silently.

There was a sudden pain in the lower abdomen, Gu Liuxing's body froze for a moment, his face was slightly pained, but he had to quickly control his emotions.

Fu Yanchen obviously felt the abnormality in her body, looked down at her, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"

Gu Liuxing took a deep breath, shook his head, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Fu Yanchen was worried about her, "Let's go back and go to the hospital for a doctor's examination."

"No, I'm really fine." Gu Liuxing's voice was crying, "You talk to him too, talk to him more."

After saying that, Gu Liuxing covered his lips and walked away, with his back to him, his shoulders trembling.

Fu Yanchen stared at the small tombstone, unconsciously clenched his fists, and the light in his eyes dimmed with guilt.

What do you say?There is too much to say.

For five years, he has never spoken in front of his children because he is not qualified.

He glanced at Gu Liuxing who was still sobbing, those words that he didn't know where to start gathered together in his mind.

On this day, Fu Yanchen still didn't speak, but took out the handkerchief from his pocket, took the pen he carried with him, sat in front of the tomb and wrote on the white and clean handkerchief one by one.

It is like a letter ready to be sent to heaven, so solemn and sacred.

After Gu Liuxing's mood stabilized, he didn't hear any movement, so he turned his head to take a look, his eyes froze.

The man bent his knees and leaned against the tombstone, the pen in his hand was slowly bent, and the knuckles of his index finger were folded down fiercely, and he could immediately feel the mood of the person holding the pen.

He drew a stroke, and she stared silently.

The sun is gradually rising, the light is brighter, the sky is bluer, and the wind is more peaceful.

After the last stroke, Fu Yanchen stared at the handkerchief, his body stiff for a long time.

When he moved again, he felt for a lighter in his pocket.

The bright yellow flame flickered up and followed the direction of the wind unreservedly, as if trying to break free from the base of the lighter and go with the wind.

The same goes for a handkerchief that is ignited and turned into a cloud of smoke.

The content of the letter is as follows -

[Hello, child.

It's the first time I've spoken in front of you for so long, not because I don't want to say it, but because I'm ashamed of you and don't know what to say.

In this world, everyone has been given a heavy responsibility since birth, with the sustenance and hope of their relatives, to live well and happily in this world.

me too.

For more than three months, you are so innocent, you must not know the saying that rich and powerful families have many grievances, because there are too many dirty things in it.

The men of the Fu family were cruelly raised since childhood, because the elders wanted to be a perfect heir to the group.

My father, uncle are competitors.

I, Fu Yantian and my cousins ​​are competitors.

We receive training: management ability, adaptability, identification ability...

When we were young, we supported each other, but as we grew up, everyone had more things in their hearts.

After the age of 13, Fu Yantian showed his outstanding ability as a lawyer and was excluded from the heir of the Fu family as an exception. So far, the only candidates for the heir to enter the Fu family are father, uncle, me and my cousin.

I didn't care about Fu's family and thought about quitting. Just when I was going to look for my grandfather, my father had an accident. In a well-designed accident, my father died.

Child, can you understand my heart?
I know who did it, but I can't find evidence, so what.

Then, I studied desperately, fought for opportunities, and continued to create achievements in Fu's. Since I can't find any evidence and can't punish the murderer, I will take away what they care most about!
I don't know when, I was drugged, a drug that destroys sperm.

It will make each of my children incomplete. Your mother loves you very much. I dare not bet that she can accept you. And you, can you accept the strange eyes from this world?
I do not know.

Maybe you want to say that I am cruel, and I am not [-]% incomplete.But you don't understand, I can't afford to bet anything on your mother.

Now your mother has another baby, if there is a soul in this world, if you really like our parents, we are waiting for you.

My name is Fu Yanchen, the father you have never met.

Her name is Gu Liuxing, and she has always wanted to protect your mother.

You were not born, but we all love you.

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Regarding the fact that Fu Yanchen likes to write, Gu Liuxing has always wanted to know the reason, but when she asked on the way home, Fu Yanchen just smiled easily.

Not a word was answered.

Why do you like to write?It may be because when you have been closing yourself off and not talking to anyone, the words composed of simple strokes have become his only way to vent.

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　　Something is delayed, it's too late~
　　sorry sorry~
　　Not sure if there are any more, come back tomorrow, good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)