Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 113 On the street that was overturned by heavy rain, he couldn't let her go, still couldn't let her go. (add more)
"Yanrong, don't think too much about anything, just take care of yourself. After a few days, when you recover better, we will go back to Wancheng together. You have no elders in your family, so let's stay at Fu's house for now. So that someone can take care of you..."

Mrs. Fu wiped her palms and cheeks carefully, and comforted her: "...Originally, the happy day was set on the [-]th, but seeing that your health does not allow it, I discussed it with Jing Xing, and you are still engaged in May. It will be at the end of the month. By then, your body will probably recover a little bit. You can only show your face during important ceremonies. When you and Jing Xing get married in the future, we will have a grand occasion. Do you think this will work? ?”

Nie Yanrong has no complaints towards Mrs. Fu in her heart. On the contrary, she treats Mrs. Fu as a mother from the bottom of her heart. After all, she is such a kind and talkative elder, where can I find her now?
From the first time she stepped into Fu's house until now, Mrs. Fu has never said a harsh word, never showed her face, she treated her kindly, spoke softly, and never underestimated her because of the defeat of the Nie family. , Such a good mother-in-law can't be cultivated in a few lifetimes.

She is not heartless, she is sincerely kind to her, and she is willing to repay it a hundred times and a thousand times, but now, she can no longer trust anyone.

Mrs. Fu is good to her, maybe one year, two years, three years, but this good, can it last a lifetime?
After all, she is still a barren woman, a eldest daughter-in-law who can't bear children, what more can she desire for a long time?
Speaking of which, Mrs. Fu and her third younger sister are very similar, and she can't wait to let people all over the world know her kindness and softness and praise them.

But the one who was miserable was someone like her who was forced to accept their kindness.

She doesn't want to pretend to be a snake and say words of gratitude, and she doesn't want to wait until a certain day in the future, when her third sister retreats with guilt and returns with a big belly, she, Nie Yanrong, will be kicked out without hesitation and become a The next wife.

She can't give birth, and she can't even think about it.

This is the retribution she deserves, this is the fate of her seducing her sister's man.

Nie Yanrong bit her lip, her eyes were full of pink, the corners of her mouth murmured for a long time, and finally burst into tears: "Auntie..."

How could Mrs. Fu feel good seeing her so thin and haggard, but her love for Nie Yanrong was true. For the present, she still wanted Nie Yanrong to take good care of her body and stop thinking about it.

"I don't want to delay the race..."

When Nie Yanrong said this sentence, she seemed to be too sad to let go, choked up and unable to make a sound, she just turned her face away, tears kept pouring down.

"Stupid child, natural disasters and man-made disasters, what can we do? Stop thinking about it, you can sleep well, I will let Jing Xing stay here with you at night..."

After all, she was weak and fell asleep in a daze, and when she woke up, it was almost dusk.

Fu Jingxing was sitting on a chair by the window, wearing a bluetooth headset, typing something on his laptop with his slender fingers.

She looked at him and saw that his whole body was bathed in the afterglow of the evening, his face was slightly blurred, but his outline was still clear, his expression was stern, his brows were occasionally frowned, the brows were wrinkled into a river, and his lips were slightly pursed , It is the coldness of the thin and cool snow that lasts for a long time.

Her heart was like boiling water, boiling on its own, but there was nothing she could do about him, she didn't know what to do, she didn't know how much effort was needed to melt the ice between her and him.

A man always remembers the one he can't get and imprints it in his heart.

The story has just progressed to this point, but she seems to be defeated.

But what are you afraid of, she is a disabled woman, a woman who is no longer afraid of death, she has nothing to retreat.

Big deal, fall into hell together, no one will ever think about reincarnation.

She smiled fiercely deep in her heart, laughing that she couldn't get what she wanted all her life, laughing that he would miss him all her life.

She thought that when they were all going to die, she would probably show kindness and tell him.

The person who left the imprint on your wrist is the third sister.

The person you slept with that night is also the third younger sister.

The one who should have been married to you is the one you will never forget.

Is this cruel?

No, it was very cool for her.

How can there be such a reason in this world, what you don't want, you insist on giving it to me, I can't let it go, and you regret wanting to take it away.

There is no such reason in this world, so, Nie Zhangzhu, we are no longer sisters.

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Return on May [-].

It rained all night, Fu Jingxing fully dressed and walked out of the room. At that time, the hands of the hotel clock had just skipped nine o'clock.

Gu Heng, Zhou Shan, and other subordinates had already packed everything up. They just waited to go to the hospital to pick up Ms. Nie before returning to Wancheng.

But only one person was missing, and he didn't see him coming downstairs.

At [-]:[-], Nie Zhangzhu took a cup of warm water and swallowed a handful of anti-pregnancy medicines. The pain in her lower abdomen couldn't get better. It rained suddenly last night and the temperature dropped. She caught a cold, but she didn't dare to take antibiotics. For medicines like this, I had to trouble the hotel kitchen to boil ginger soup and bring them over.

The bowl of the finished soup was still on the table, a small sweet white porcelain one, and the brown soup dripped from the mouth of the bowl, like the dark sky that hadn't seen the sun.

Throat hot. Spicy. Spicy, cold symptoms, but still not getting better.

She had a heavy head and a stuffy nose. She tried it a few times, but after getting out of bed and walking a few steps, her eyes turned black and she felt dizzy, so she had to lie back on the bed again. She should go back to Wancheng today. Stay in Hangzhou for one more day, just to avoid him.

She had Gu Heng's phone number, so she called Gu Heng.

A group of people were waiting in the hall when Gu Heng's cell phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the number, as if his hand had been burned, the cell phone almost fell to the ground.

Walked over to Fu Jingxing's side, showed him the phone, and waited for his orders.

But he just glanced at it, his eyes were calm, and his voice was calm: "Just pick it up."

Gu Heng answered the phone with trembling hands, and heard Zhang Zhu's voice with a strong nasal voice: "...you take the second sister back first, I can go back tomorrow alone, don't delay everyone's schedule..."

Gu Heng didn't know how to answer, he hesitated and hung up the phone, and told Fu Jingxing about Zhang Zhu's illness in a low voice.

"Let's see a doctor, let's go first."

He quickly gave a reply. While lowering his head, he stroked the sleeves on his wrists to his elbows, and raised his wrist to look at his watch: "It's getting late."

Instead, Mrs. Fu called him back: "...such a little girl, it's so pitiful to be sick and alone in the hotel, no matter what you call her third sister, you should go up and take a look."

Mrs. Fu didn't know what to say, and she spoke sincerely and frankly. Gu Heng and Zhou Shan glanced at each other, but couldn't help looking at Fu Jingxing.

"Gu Heng, go up and see Miss San for me."

"Yes, sir."

Gu Heng didn't dare to say anything, turned around and walked to the elevator.

Fu Jingxing didn't stop, he walked out of the hotel and stood under the glass corridor, looking at the continuous rain outside.

He recalled that day again, downstairs in Xingyao, her dark green skirt soaked in rain, against the snow-white skin, she curled up in his arms trembling, her eyelashes soaked in rain, It's like a butterfly whose wings are wet and can't fly anymore.

And her wings were also broken by him. She should have been held in the palm of others, enjoying the countless prosperity and carefree in this world, instead of living in the mud and being shrouded in heavy shackles like this .

He stood on the steps without moving, and the group of people behind him did not dare to step forward. Mrs. Fu didn't know why, so she walked to him, looked at the rain outside, turned her head and frowned and said to Zhou Shan: "Don't come here with an umbrella, just stand there stupidly." .”

Zhou Shan hurriedly ran over with the umbrella in his hand, but Fu Jingxing stretched out his hand and slowly pushed the umbrella away: "No, you help the wife hold the umbrella."

After he finished speaking, he stepped down the steps and walked into the rain step by step.

Mrs. Fu stood on the steps, looking at her son's back, and gradually frowned, thoughtfully.

If she remembers correctly, during the previous meetings with Fu's family, his attitude towards Miss Nie's third lady was not at all as indifferent as he is now.

Is it...

Mrs. Fu shivered uncontrollably, impossible, impossible, how could it be possible.

"Let's go."

Mrs. Fu murmured and walked down the steps. She was thinking wildly.

It was raining non-stop, so there was bound to be a traffic jam. Mrs. Fu waited impatiently. Yan Rong was in the hospital with only the nurses to accompany her. She was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable.

But the convoy was moving slowly, and there was nothing they could do about it.

Zhou Shan's cell phone rang suddenly, but it was the driver of Fu Jing's driving car who called, saying that the husband had left some important documents in the hotel and needed to go back to get them, and asked Mrs. Fu to go ahead.

　The addition is over, is there any praise? ? ? o(∩_∩)o
　　
　
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