Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 144

Silence, a long silence, it seemed that she was finally sure that there was no other injury on her body, so Fu Jingxing held her face carefully: "Pearl, does it hurt?"

Her thick and slender eyelashes trembled suddenly, and another series of teardrops rolled down. He thought he hurt her, so he hurriedly wiped her tears gently, but the more he wiped, her tears fell harder.

He had no choice but to rub her whole body in his arms, and lowered his head to suck her tears.

"Pearl don't cry, it's all right, it's really all right..."

He will not let her be wronged like this again, and he will not let her be bullied like this again. He will protect her well and hold her in his hands.

On the way back, BJ received several calls from Zhou Shan. He learned about these things that happened at the engagement wedding, and he wished he could fly back.

More than three months pregnant, counting the time, but it seems to be that night...

Thinking of the surveillance video that was inexplicably erased in the hotel, thinking of the strange familiarity every time I saw her, thinking of the first time we met in Nie's home that day, she looked at him with tears in her eyes, hesitating to speak ...

But if the child was his, it was her that night, why did she keep avoiding him and push him towards Nie Yanrong...

Zhangzhu noticed his strangeness, and couldn't help but look up. There seemed to be a cold light slowly passing by the man's dark eyes. The arm that was holding her tightly was let down bit by bit. Fu Jingxing took a step back and looked at her without blinking.

She didn't know why, but his gaze made her feel cold all over.

"Who is he?"

He finally opened his mouth, his eyes left her face and fell on her waist and belly under the loose skirt.

Zhangzhu subconsciously raised her hand to cover her lower abdomen, but her trembling long eyelashes drooped down. She bit her lip, like a child who had done something wrong, and dared not make a sound.

"It's mine, isn't it? He's mine, isn't Pearl?"

Fu Jingxing took a step forward and pressed her shoulder, his voice was deep, but he spoke so fast, his eyes seemed to be on fire, but the strength of his palm was so heavy, she didn't dare to look into his eyes, she was afraid that she would be doomed.

"no no!"

She didn't know how she said these two words, she just gritted her teeth and kept repeating and repeating.

"It was actually you that night more than three months ago, right? This child was also there at that time, right?"

Fu Jingxing's eyes seemed to be bloodshot, scary red, he clasped her shoulders, shook her violently uncontrollably, and asked questions one after another.

Zhang Zhu just shook her head, shaking her head desperately: "I said no! Fu Jingxing, that night wasn't mine, and the child wasn't yours either!"

"Then tell me who this child belongs to, Nie Zhangzhu, tell me! Tell me, tell me that man's name!"

Her body was almost torn apart by his shaking, her thin back was rubbed up and down against the back of the door through a thin layer of skirt, her back felt like a burning pain, she was already exhausted, and she didn't even I know how I have survived until now.

"I've told Fu Jingxing, I've said it countless times, what else do you want from me? Let me lie to you against my will, this child is yours? If it is really yours, how can I push you to Nie Yanrong again? to the side..."

Zhang Zhu felt so tired, her voice became weak, she pushed him, trying to push him away, but he stood there, motionless.

"Okay, let me ask you again, it wasn't Nie Yanrong that night, it was you, right?"

Fu Jingxing's hand slipped from her shoulder. He grabbed her hand and held it tightly in his palm. The back of his hand was bloody and bloody, as if he had cut his palm during her engagement that day. that time.

Zhangzhu's heart hurts so much that she wished she could die. He treated her with all kinds of kindness and heart, but she didn't deserve his sincerity.

From the beginning to the end, she was the one who pushed him out, she didn't want him, and she gave him up to Nie Yanrong.

Now, let her take advantage of the child in her womb to turn her face back?
She actually knew that there was too much estrangement between them, even if she was with him, she would not be happy.

Eldest sister can't forgive her, Nie Yanrong, I'm afraid she won't be able to survive, what will the Fu family think of her?How would the people in Wancheng think of her, the Nie family, and Minglang...

He has been clinging to her since he was a child, getting close to her, and being proud of her sister...

But the most important thing is Fu Jingxing.

If she was with him, then, from this moment on, his reputation would be discredited, and he would fall completely from the clouds into the mud. This stain would accompany him throughout his entire life and could never be washed away.

She already owed him too much, and she didn't want to owe him any more.

She hoped that he would get better and better, as if he was the unique king in his world before he met her.

"Let me help you bandage the wound."

Zhangzhu gently pulled her hand out of his palm, and caressed the wound on his arm with her thin white fingers trembling slightly. She had tears in her eyes, but she smiled softly at him, the dimples on her cheeks were deeply sweet , she was obviously smiling, but there were more and more tears in her eyes.

"Nie Zhangzhu..."

However, Fu Jingxing took a step back slowly. He pronounced her name with an extremely calm tone, as if a warm wind blew past someone's ears in the afternoon of a certain day.

Zhang Zhu looked at him with tears and smiles in his eyes, but gradually became stiff.

He raised his hand and stroked her hair, just like that time in his office.

"Many times I have wondered whether you have a heart."

His finger was very cold this time, and when it touched her forehead, it was a bone-chilling chill.

"Now I don't think like this anymore. I already know the answer, but I just don't want to believe it."

Fu Jingxing put his hand down, pointed to the door, his pupils were gray, and the tiredness of long-distance travel was engraved between his brows, which couldn't be erased.

"You go now, don't wait for me to change my mind."

(End of this chapter)