let's get married darling

Chapter 79 Where All Mistakes Begin
Looking up, seeing Fu Hanshen in casual clothes outside the door, Song Yan was suddenly at a loss, "Sorry, I fell asleep again."

His aura is not very sharp, but it always makes people feel an invisible sense of oppression. He glanced at her lightly, and said, "Go down and eat."

Words are, as always, few and far between.

Song Yan pursed his lips and followed him downstairs. When he came to the restaurant, he saw that Song Xiaoyuan was already waiting there. There were three dishes and one soup on the table. The dishes were ordinary, but they looked so attractive that one couldn't help but twitch their index fingers.

Song Xiaoyuan was in a good mood, sitting comfortably in the chair with his short legs swaying, seeing Song Yan approaching, he gave a sweet cry, smiling like a happy Buddha.

Seeing his son here, smiling so happily, Song Yan hooked his lips unconsciously, and suddenly realized that as long as Song Xiaoyuan could smile happily, the things on his body would not be so heavy.

Sitting down at the dining table, Song Yan pinched his happy smiling face and asked with a smile, "What makes you so happy?"

"Secret." Song Xiaoyuan blinked his eyes mysteriously, instinctively glanced at the man sitting opposite him, and the joy in his heart became even greater.

Song Xiaoyuan's secrets have never been too small, but Song Yan let him go and didn't ask any further.

"Let's eat." Fu Hanshen interjected lukewarmly, picked up the chopsticks with his fingers, and looked calm.

Although he had doubts about how he and Song Xiaoyuan came to his house, Song Yan didn't ask anything in front of Song Xiaoyuan. He picked up the chopsticks, put the shiitake mushrooms in his mouth, and raised his eyebrows Twist, "It's so salty."

"..."

Fu Han glanced at her coldly.

Song Yan didn't have much appetite, and although the dishes were pretty good, she wasn't in the mood to eat, so she put down her chopsticks after taking a few mouthfuls, then looked at Song Xiaoyuan, then at Fu Hanshen, and suddenly realized that the two of them The way they eat is slow, not in a hurry, and they don't talk much when eating. The expressions and movements on the faces of the two people are really similar.

resemblance……

Thinking about this question, Song Yan couldn't help but look at Fu Hanshen twice.

His face is rigid and three-dimensional, his eyebrows are slightly thick, his eyes are deep, his nose is straight, and his facial features are perfectly combined together. At first glance, he is not amazing, but the more he looks at it, the more he looks good. It seems to become a charming landscape. The calmness and calmness of a mature man exuded from his body, causing people's eyes to instinctively stay on him, looking at him, and appreciating and forgetting God.

But Song Yan didn't dare to linger on him, but suddenly realized that in comparison between these two people, Song Xiaoyuan was surprisingly slightly similar to Fu Hanshen in many aspects.

Suddenly, she remembered the photo she saw when she came to Fu Hanshen's room...

The more I think about it, the more confused my heart suddenly becomes...

After dinner, Song Xiaoyuan went to play in the living room on his own, Song Yan got up and cleaned up the dishes naturally, when Fu Hanshen left the restaurant, he passed by her, and the corners of his clothes brushed against her vaguely.

Song Yan thought he was unintentional and didn't pay much attention, but when he was walking back and forth in the restaurant and his clothes kept touching her "inadvertently", she had to pay attention.

"What are you doing?" Turning around, she looked at the man behind her, and what she met was a pair of deep eyes, full of charming detachment.

Fu Han took a deep look at her, then turned his gaze away lightly, and said in a calm tone, "Your son likes me very much."

"So?" Song Yan looked up and down at him suspiciously, Song Xiaoyuan liked him, and it wasn't the first day she knew.

Fu Hanshen frowned slightly, and looked at her with dark eyes again, with some profound emotions in his eyes that she couldn't understand. He was a head taller than her, and looked more like looking down on her.

Seeing that she just stared at him for a long time without expressing his opinion, Fu Hanshen was slightly displeased. He stretched out his hand to support the corner of the table behind her, and locked her between the table and his arms. He stared straight at her, his handsome face full of coldness. Hard color, "Didn't you listen to what I said before?"

"..."

What did he say before?
The man's deep and unhappy eyes were fixed on him, and Song Yan was dull for a long time before he suddenly remembered what he had said to her in the apartment.

She was puzzled, "I thought it was just a casual joke you and I made."

joke?

"Do you think I'll be so bored that I want to tell a woman that I'm going to be her son's stepfather?" Fu Hanshen's face darkened again, his tone was displeased, and he said in a cold voice, "I look like Someone who will joke with you?"

Not like.

All along, from the current contact, she has never felt that this man has any sense of jokes, and when he has a handsome face, it is even more frightening. .

How could you joke with her?

Song Yan's expression became a little stiff. Being trapped by his long arms and the table made her feel uncomfortable. Now that she was stared at by his deep, serious and unhappy eyes, she could only feel the ambiguity factor flowing in the air. It was flowing unscrupulously between them, making her want to escape even more uncontrollably.

Regardless of the image problem, Song Yan got out from under his elbow, stepped back again and again, distanced himself from him, and said calmly, "Mr. said."

As she said that, she wiped her hands and hurriedly walked towards the living room, as if she was avoiding him from something she didn't want to face.

Fu Han stared deeply at her thin back, his brows were furrowed deeper, his eyes were complicated like abysses.

Song Yan walked into the living room, called Song Xiaoyuan who was doing his homework, and bent down to pack his pens and homework books into his schoolbag.

Song Xiaoyuan didn't quite understand what she was doing with this move, and asked suspiciously, "Song Dayan, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Song Yan replied lightly, picked up his small schoolbag, took his hand and said, "We're going back."

Song Xiaoyuan frowned, "Go back now?"

"Ah."

Reluctant to say anything, Song Yan grabbed his wrist and left, but just as he reached the door, a man's low voice came from behind him, "Where are you going back at this time?"

Even if she didn't turn her head, she could feel how displeased the haughty man behind her was looking at her.

Tightening Song Xiaoyuan's wrist, she said in a calm voice, "Go back to our house."

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Fu Hanshen was tall and tall, standing straight, the orange light elongated his silhouette, casting a shadow on the ground, staring at her back and said, "Are you sure you can live in that place again?"

"My friend is helping us find a house and we will be able to move out soon..."

"As I said, I have a house here."

"That's your house, nothing to do with us."

His purpose has been clearly stated, but it means that she will accept it. She can see clearly how far the distance is between them, and she doesn't want to be a humble person and crash into a world that doesn't belong to her at all.

She could tell clearly how much the dream was different from reality, and a lesson like Tang Munian's was enough.

Song Yan's attitude is always the same, he is always deliberately widening the distance from him, a little bit of kindness is acceptable, but it seems that as long as the future between her and Song Xiaoyuan is touched, she seems to want to run away from him as soon as possible.

This deliberately alienated relationship made Fu Hanshen not very happy in his heart. He could roughly understand that it was because of the answer the man gave her in the end that made her more cautious and wanted to protect her and Song Xiaoyuan more.

To be honest, he didn't have a deep impression of that man, but seeing her avoiding her now really made him unhappy.

His face was dark, and just when Song Yan was about to drag Song Xiaoyuan away after finishing those words, he said, "I will rent it to you."

"..."

Song Yan looked back at him in surprise.

Fu Han had a serious face, and his three-dimensional features were covered with a dark aura. He glanced at her coolly and said, "The rent is calculated according to your ability. You can pay it all at once or whenever you want."

"This……"

"Don't bargain with me anymore." He said bluntly, "If you think there is such a good thing, go ahead, but if you don't think about yourself, you have to take care of your son."

Song Yan lowered his eyes and raised his gaze just in time. Song Xiaoyuan, who was staring at her with clear eyes, suddenly became confused.

"Tomorrow, I'll send someone over to remove your things." With his long legs, he took a few steps forward, took Song Xiaoyuan's wrist, and led him straight into the house, "Stay here tonight, that's all."

With empty hands, Song Xiaoyuan had already been taken upstairs by him, and Song Yan stood where he was, not knowing what it was like.

Although she doesn't want to admit it, what Fu Hanshen said is indeed true. In terms of her current situation, it is definitely not good to rush to find a new house. Whether it is her own ability or the influence on Song Xiaoyuan, the conditions are not good. Nice house, really not a good fit.

But she clearly tried very hard to get rid of him, why did he want to make himself messy?

Do you think the fishy smell on her body is not enough?

Or is he so receptive that nothing is enough in front of him?
She really doesn't understand more and more, is there something wrong with him? According to normal thinking, it should be impossible to dodge when dealing with a person like her, right?

But seeing that Song Xiaoyuan had been taken upstairs by him, Song Yan couldn't leave, so he had to temporarily stay with him for one night.

After going upstairs to the guest room, Song Xiaoyuan pulled his little hand out of the man's big palm. He stood aside, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did you just quarrel?"

Fu Han lowered his eyes and stared at him fixedly. His innocent and immature face always made him a little bit fascinated. Suddenly, he looked back, turned around and walked out of the door, and said lightly, "You ask her."

"It's clearly like a quarrel, but can you leave me out of the quarrel?"

Sandwiched between them, he feels wronged, okay?
Song Xiaoyuan muttered on the spot, but seeing that the man's attitude wasn't too bad, he quietly added a lot of points to him.

He was originally a man with a bad temper and hard temper, so it was pretty good to be able to confront Song Dayan before that time.

At least this shows that this man can quietly change a little for Song Dayan.

It's pretty good, really good.

When Song Yan went upstairs, Fu Hanshen happened to come down the stairs. The two met in the stairwell. She was hesitant to say something, but he just looked at her twice, and then continued to walk, passed her and went downstairs. Say one more word.

But when she came in to give Song Xiaoyuan a bath, Shi Heng appeared here somehow, holding several sets of clothes that adults and children are happy with, including pajamas, etc., and said to her with a smile, "This is what the boss asked her to do." I bought it, you and Young Master Song have a try to see if it fits."

Song Yan didn't try it, so he reached out to take it and smiled gratefully at him, "Thank you."

"Don't be polite to us." Shi Heng waved his hand, and then said, "That's nothing else, I'll go back first."

"Ok."

This night, after Shi Heng brought them clothes, Fu Hanshen hadn't appeared again. Song Yan thought he was probably busy, so he didn't bother him, but he still kept his help in his heart, thinking about it. When she has money, she will pay back what she owes, so that at least she can sleep peacefully and comfortably.

But not long after turning off the lights and falling asleep, she had that nightmare. In the dream, it was still the man who couldn't see his face clearly, standing outside the operating room, ordering the doctor to hold her down and force her to drain the eight-month-old fetus...

This was the scene where her nightmare started six years ago. Even though she had never met her employer when she was a surrogate six years ago, she could vaguely feel that the other party must be not an ordinary man.

If she said she didn't hate that employer, she wouldn't even believe it herself.

If it wasn't for the mysterious employer who temporarily broke the contract and let her lose the eight-month-old Song Xiaoyuan, and she happened to see the news of Tang's father's death at that time, maybe she and Song Xiaoyuan didn't need to be like two abandoned animals. , living alone and cautiously in the world, and even accepting the contemptuous eyes of the world.

If it wasn't for the employer who temporarily broke the contract, at least, Song Xiaoyuan must be living a better life now, and there is no need to follow her to live a life that seems to be wandering without comfort.

If she could see that person one day, she really wanted to catch him and question him severely, how could he bear it so cruelly to abandon a person who was eight months old and already had hands and feet in the embryo, A child who breathes life?

How could he ask her to drain at that time?
Such an impersonal, familyless man who behaved like a cold-blooded animal, she thought, she would never forgive him for the rest of her life...

I fell asleep this time, with a heavy heart, and my eye sockets were wet unconsciously. Every time I dreamed of Song Xiaoyuan who was like a nightmare six years ago and was told that her employer would abandon her belly, the feeling of despair The feeling of coldness and darkness, no matter how much time has passed, she still remembers it as fresh and deep.

That was the feeling of ashes that she would never forget in her whole life, and it was hard to forgive where all the mistakes started...

(End of this chapter)