let's get married darling

Chapter 74 Two Similar Faces
Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and crystal clear tears flowed down her cheeks. She said, "Should I just leave like this and ignore him?"

If she could really ignore a person's life and death so easily, she wouldn't have to stand there for a long time without moving.

Sometimes, a single word from a person can really put a person to death.

"Someone told me that he rushed out of the apartment just to ask me if I had any regrets..." Lowering his head, tears fell from his eyes to his thighs, Song Yan lost his voice , "At this time, you still ask me if I have any regrets..."

"Enough!" Staring at her uncontrollable silent crying, Fu Hanshen's eyebrows were covered with a layer of haze, and a haze of irritability filled his heart. He had never seen a woman crying silently for such a moment. , would make him so restless.

He said, "There is no universal law in the world. Once a decision is made, no matter what happens later, the more you look back, the more hesitant you will be. At this time, you should not stand still, or just leave. Turning his head, he stared deeply at her, "Either, just turn around."

"..."

His frank and relentless language easily hit the result that a person didn't want to face, and every word hit her chest, straight to the tip of her heart.

With a twitch in his heart, Song Yan fell silent.

There is indeed no universal law in the world, and there is no way to live up to the Tathagata and live up to the Qing. When faced with two problems of advancing and retreating, one must make a decision.

She has always understood this truth, but after actually making this decision, she found that she was completely wrong.

If he hadn't been so persistent in leaving, the result...would have been different?
Staring at her suddenly silent and sitting beside her, Fu Hanshen's dark and deep eyes sank, his thin lips were drawn into a line, and he didn't say anything more indifferently.

Instead of going back to the rented apartment, Shi Heng drove to Yiyuan Villa where Fu Hanshen lived.

He got out of the car first, walked around to the rear door, and opened the door, "Boss, we're here."

Closed his eyes lightly, and glanced around at the woman beside him, Fu Hanshen frowned slightly, and finally, without asking her, he grabbed her wrist and took her out of the car.

Song Yan was in a dazed and sluggish state, as if his heart was being weighed down by a heavy stone, he was forced to follow Fu Han deep into the house, forgetting how to resist.

The spacious and luxurious living room was lit with orange lights, and after bringing her to the living room, Fu Hanshen let go of her hand and walked away.

When he came back, he had an extra wet towel in his hand, and threw it into her stiff hands, "Wipe your face."

His attitude and tone were never polite, but his behavior surprised Shi Heng who had just parked the car and walked in, staring dumbfounded at the man in the living room.

Did he read it right?The boss actually has the patience to get a towel for one person?
Holding the wet towel in his hand, Song Yan's body was very stiff, but he also knew how embarrassed he was like this. After taking a deep breath, he wiped his face obediently.

"Thank you." Passing the towel back, she pulled her lips softly.

Fu Hanshen didn't intend to take it over, but stared at her coldly and said, "Go upstairs and take a shower."

Hearing this, Song Yan slowly looked up at him.

As if seeing what her numb expression meant, he tightened his stern face, and said impatiently, "If I really want women, there will be as many of them as there are crucian carp in the river. What are you thinking about this desolate, unbearable woman."

What he said was true. Although Fu Hanshen sometimes looked like a beast, the beast also had its own bottom line. What surprised Shi Heng even more was that the boss would explain such a trivial matter to others?
The boss who is usually so cold, so indifferent and so lazy to look at others took the wrong medicine today?

Maybe she is indeed exhausted, her mind is blurred, and the picture is still filled with the previous scenes. With her appearance, I don’t know how Song Xiaoyuan will worry when I go back. Song Yan also wants to be quiet for a while, but there is no Do more rejection, nodded.

Afterwards, Shi Heng took her upstairs.

When Shi Heng came out again and went down to the first floor, Fu Hanshen was standing at the door with a slender and tall figure, with a half-lit cigarette between his clean fingers.

The smog filled the air, and his generous back was turned away from him, making it difficult for people to see the expression on the man's face at the door at the moment.

Shi Heng walked up to him, "Boss."

Withdrawing his deep and wandering thoughts, he closed his eyes lightly, and the man at the door said slowly, "Call the hospital and ask how the person's injury is doing."

"...Really want to fight?" Shi Heng looked at him tentatively, "Boss, Miss Song is already married and has another man and child, so you..."

The man turned his head and cast a cold look over him, and he immediately stopped what he said.

Nodding his head, Shi Heng said, "I'll go check it out now."

After finishing speaking, Shi Heng didn't dare to continue to be in the same space with him, so Shi Heng withdrew quickly, but he was very puzzled.

Is it really okay to provoke yourself to be fishy?
If it was a girl from another normal family, it would be acceptable, but Song Yan is a woman who is married and has another man's child... Will the boss be too heavy-handed?

There is only one person left in the space.

Suddenly, closing his pensive eyes, Fu Hanshen turned around, paced to the living room, extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and the sparks disappeared.

**
Out of danger and transferred from the emergency room to the intensive care unit, when Tang Munian finally woke up, beside him was Luo Peiru whose eyes were red and swollen from crying.

"Mom." He frowned and called out in a slightly hoarse voice.

Hearing his voice, Luo Peiru raised her head suddenly, and saw that he opened his eyes and was looking at her. Tears rolled down her eyes again, "You're awake, how do you feel?"

Tang Munian wanted to move his body, but Luo Peiru stopped him first, "Your leg bone is injured, the doctor said you can't move now, just lie down."

Hearing what she said, the memories before the coma passed suddenly flooded him, and he remembered what happened when he was hit by a car after pushing Song Yan away.

As a result, he subconsciously searched for someone in the ward.

But after scanning around, there was no one else in the ward except Luo Peiru.

He couldn't tell whether he should feel lost or relieved at this moment. He remembered that they were divorced. Since they were divorced, it was normal for her not to be here.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but curled up a mocking smile, which was good, so that he could see her determination clearly.

Luo Peiru saw the disappointed look in his eyes, but she didn't pursue it. She could roughly understand who he wanted to see now, but she didn't want to mention that person, and instead asked, "How does your head feel? Is there anything wrong?" uncomfortable?"

While he was in a coma, she watched the video of Wen Jiaqi bumping into someone. Although Wen Jiaqi slammed on the brakes at the last moment, he still inevitably bumped into him.

The doctor said that in addition to his leg injuries, he also had a severe concussion in his head, and he needs to be observed after he wakes up.

"It doesn't affect much." Tang Munian closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to talk much, and automatically dismissed the stabbing pain in his head, and said to Luo Peiru in a weak and tired voice, "You go out first, I want to rest for a while."

Knowing what he was thinking, but at this moment, Luo Peiru didn't dare to say anything to irritate him. She stood up and said, "Then I'll go out and talk to the doctor."

"Ah."

The door was gently closed, Luo Peiru walked out, and the space fell into a lonely silence.

With his eyes closed, he began to not understand what he was thinking. A car accident seemed to be reborn, which miraculously calmed his mind a lot. After seeing the woman's determination, he no longer had the same feelings as before The rage or the urge to find her desperately.

Inexplicably, it reminded him of six years ago, after she left, he was so lonely...

Generally speaking, I am used to it.

**
After soaking in the bathtub for a long time, she fell asleep several times due to exhaustion and sleepiness. When Song Yan opened her eyes and woke up, she remembered that she had a nightmare in a trance.

The scene in the dream is the generous and arrogant back of a man, with his back facing her, and in a deep voice, he ordered the people around him to press her on the operating table, forcing her to abort and drain the eight-month-pregnant baby.

She tried her best to open her scarlet eyes to see that cruel man, but she couldn't see clearly in her dream, not even the outline of his face.

Later, she saw the doctor walking towards her like a life-threatening black and white impermanence sent from hell, trying to get rid of her child. She struggled hard and used all her body to resist, and finally, she struggled fiercely in reality. wake up...

Recalling that terrible dream, Song Yan's mouth twitched in a self-deprecating arc.

It's not like she hasn't done similar scenes before, but this time, it's the first time that a man's back appeared in her dream.

The lukewarm water in the bathtub was already completely cold, and Song Yan was about to stand up with the premonition when someone knocked on the bathroom door from outside.

Then, the man's deep and magnetic voice came in through the door, "I've been in for an hour, how long are you going to stay in there?"

Hearing this unkind and cold voice, she frowned subconsciously, but after all, she was at someone else's home, so she still replied with a good temper, "Come out soon."

"Your clothes are left at the door, come out and get them yourself."

After leaving these words, she heard the sound of the man's steady footsteps gradually receding.

Knowing that he always had such a rigid and rigid appearance, Song Yan didn't think much, heaved a long sigh of relief, stood up, opened the bathroom door, and stretched out one hand to take the clothes outside.

The clothes were a light blue knee-length skirt. Although the label had been torn off, it was not difficult to see that it was brand new.

**
After taking a comfortable warm bath and taking a nap for a while, she seemed to be in good spirits now. When she opened the door and came out, there was no sign of Fu Hanshen outside.

I didn't pay much attention when I came in before, but now I saw the scene outside and felt a little familiar, Song Yan remembered that she had been here once before.

It was in this room that she met this man named Fu Hanshen for the first time.

If I guessed correctly, this room should be his bedroom.

Looking down at the dress that still fit him, Song Yan frowned slightly, and his eyes suddenly became complicated.

In her impression, Fu Hanshen's image was not very good, no matter in any aspect, his impression points kept dropping and became negative, but after bringing her back, he not only fetched towels for her, but also prepared clothes for her. The man who clearly had a rigid and stern face revealed gentleness in his actions, which really didn't look like him.

But that alone was not enough to change her impression of him.

Originally, he wanted to exit and leave, but when he glanced casually, Song Yan's eyes were suddenly attracted by a picture frame next to the bedside table.

The distance is not very far, looking from her, one can faintly see the photo of a few years old child in the photo frame, although it is not clear enough, but judging from the outline, there is a sense of familiarity.

She was startled, and her steps seemed to be involuntarily walking towards the bedside table...

"What are you doing?" Just as she reached out to pick up the photo frame to see clearly, a man's low and indifferent voice suddenly came from the door.

Song Yan turned his head and saw Fu Hanshen standing there tall and straight at the door, quickly withdrew his hand, and explained embarrassingly, "I just want to... just take a look."

After she finished speaking, she saw that Fu Hanshen's eyes were cold, and secretly regretted her poor excuse.

As if she was caught doing something wrong, she was at a loss in embarrassment at the moment.

Turning his eyes away from her, Fu Hanshen stepped forward with his long legs and walked towards her. As he approached, his tall body became more and more imposing, making people want to flee in a panic.

"There's dinner outside, go out to eat." I thought he must be scolding her when he came over, but he didn't know what he said.

Song Yan was slightly taken aback, looking at him with complicated eyes.

"Don't think too much." He was rigid and three-dimensional, and there was no emotion on his sharp-edged face, which still belonged to his indifference. "I haven't eaten dinner yet, you are the foil."

Song Yan, "..."

Fu Hanshen stretched out his hand to untie the tie, and unbuttoned a few shirt buttons. Seeing that she was still standing beside her, he turned his head to stare at her, "You're not going out yet, you want to watch me change?"

"...I'm going out now."

Afraid that if he stayed here any longer, he would behave strangely, as if fleeing, she turned and left in a hurry.

His eyes scanned her fleeing back, and at the moment she turned to leave, he seemed to catch a blush on her cheeks.

He lowered his deep eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He turned his head and looked at the photo frame she wanted to pick up just now. When he saw the child who was only a few years old in the photo frame, he saw a fierce smile on his brow. A twitch.

Immediately, almost without thinking, he took the phone next to the bedside table and dialed a number.

After the call was connected, it was rare that he spoke first, and said in a deep tone, "It's you who asked someone to put the photo in my room again?"

On the other end was old lady Fu's proud voice, "I'll let you reminisce about the past and help you regain your childhood."

Fu Hanshen squeezed out two words between his teeth, "No need."

With a loud voice, he directly cut off the phone.

**
On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Fu held the phone and couldn't help complaining to the servant next to her, "Tell me, why is this person like this? He was so handsome, cute and cute when he was young, although he was often an asshole. , but it is much more pleasing to the eye than his current face. Am I doing something wrong if I help him find his childhood? He is so ignorant! No wonder Jingchen often jokes with me that a man with such a temper like him , I may not be able to find a wife for the rest of my life, I am really mad at me!"

"..."

The servant quietly wiped off the sweat from his forehead, he didn't dare to speak, and no one dared to offend anyone.

They have long been used to the way mother and son get along.

**
He wanted to throw the photo frame into the drawer, but the woman's action of wanting to pick up the photo and look at it suddenly flashed in his mind, and Fu Hanshen's hand that threw the photo frame stopped.

Afterwards, as if by accident, he turned over the photo frame on a rare occasion, and saw his own appearance when he was a child with his clear eyes.

However, the more he looked at him like this, the deeper his eyes became.

He didn't remember how many years he hadn't seen the photos of himself when he was a child. Now that he saw it again, a familiar young and white face appeared in front of his eyes, and it seemed to overlap with his own face gradually.

The brows of his brows were gradually raised unconsciously, and his eyes were as dark as an abyss and as deep as the sea.

Comparing the appearance of the two when they were young, they are surprisingly similar, almost as if they were carved out of a mill...

Will there be such a coincidence?
still is……

(End of this chapter)