The Perfect Hidden Marriage

  162, don’t you tell me: You are pregnant...

Bo Feihong didn't move, and insisted on finishing the sixth time perfectly before putting away the harmonica. He leaned up to the sky and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to spit out his heart. Then, he lowered his head and stroked the harmonica in his hand. He looked up and said:

   "Some things may be imprinted on memory for a lifetime. The most difficult memory in the world to surpass is that love is still there and she is gone."

  Sigh, in the warm air, it disperses leisurely, but there is a long aftertaste.

  Jin Hengyuan stood next to him and followed the direction he was looking at. There was a grave over there, buried in a peach forest that was now overcast with green trees.

  Generally speaking, ashes are buried in the cemetery, which is a national regulation. But they buried her alone here, in their own Taoyuan.

   "I haven't congratulated you yet."

  Bo Feihong raised his eyebrows and saw, the man in front of him was full of vigor, and he was different from what he had been like back then:

   "Finally came out. This is a good thing."

   "You can too!"

  Jin Hengyuan patted him on the shoulder.

"difficult!"

  Bo Feihong sighed, his voice was deep, his eyes fell on the harmonica, he kept stroking, with a delicate touch, as if he was stroking her hair.

   "Today is not a memorial day, but you are here, why?"

  Jin Hengyuan’s sense of smell is extremely sharp.

   "Because I miss her very much."

  Bo Feihong said, his eyes are full of deep thoughts.

  Jin Hengyuan stared at:

   "I'm afraid not! Maybe another girl made you feel sorry, so you miss her more and more."

  Bo Feihong followed with a smile, and the scars were full of sangsang: "I am a person, I am a waste. I don't dare to lose my mind."

   "I didn't dare to take my heart, but I accidentally left my kidneys. This problem is getting worse!"

   A cigarette was passed.

  Jin Hengyuan saw his expression froze, and a little uncomfortable flashed past his eyes.

  After a long time, he closed his smile, took the cigarette, lit it, and did not make a sound for a long time, then he answered:

  "Are you trying to judge me for your wife's girlfriend?"

  This is an admission.

  Jin Hengyuan smiled, and asked for a lighter from his hand:

"I didn't mean it. Everyone may have wounds in their hearts that outsiders can't touch. Outsiders don't understand, and their judgments are inevitably biased. However, you should really cheer up again. It saves my wife from asking me like that: Are all men like that? If you get it, don't cherish it..."

  Jin Hengyuan kicked the stone under his feet and said:

   "Besides, if you didn't have that kind of thought, how could you bring people to bed?"

   speaks very plainly.

  Bo Feihong took a puff of cigarette fiercely, and the sparks on the cigarette spread upward.

   "I don't deserve her."

  He fell down on the grass, looking at the blue sky, a cloud of smoke came out of his lips, and waited for it to fade away before saying:

  "Her parents are both cadres. They may marry their daughter to a man who has received a military punishment, has suffered serious injuries, and does not know how long he will live in the future? Impossible."

   Counting the shortcomings of his body, he smiled desolately, didn't even look at it, and crushed the smoke on the ground with his hand:

   "I'm the kind of person who can be a monk and beat the clock for a day.

   "In this life, the most proud days have passed.

   "I know, I shouldn't provoke her.

  "Afterwards, I also made self-reflection.

   "Fortunately, she didn't ask me to be responsible.

   "That day, I was still thinking about what should I do if she gets pregnant after sleeping all night.

   "As a result, it's been so long, and she didn't come to look for it. I think it's okay.

   "Since it's okay, then treat it as it has never happened... I continue to mess around, and she continues to live her good life."

  He smiled calmly and put the harmonica in his heart:

   "That's good."

  Jin Hengyuan listened quietly and heard a scent of self-defeating.

  In fact, since his girlfriend had an accident, has he ever cheered up?

   is always so decadent, used to punish oneself.

  This is too painful.

  He was silent, wondering how to help him.

  At this time, Bo Feihong jumped into a volley, stood up steadily, clapped his hands and said:

   "Okay, the old story is over, let's go over! But I'm afraid we have to fight."

  Jin Hengyuan looked at Taoyuan again:

  "You don’t necessarily have to fight. Or else? I’ll help you get visitation rights. In the future, how you live, you have to listen to me..."

  Bo Feihong thought for a while, raised an eyebrow and smiled:

   "I heard that you are becoming more and more capable now. Okay... As long as they allow me to worship every year, I can listen to you everything!"

   "Then, let's go!"

  Jin Hengyuan stepped on the cigarette **** and took the lead.

  *

  Su Jin is a little bit ungrateful.

  At noon, Yang Jiahui came to ask her to go to lunch with her. Seeing that she was in a daze, her eyes remained motionless.

  She waved her hand:

   "What do you want to be so fascinated with? I went to eat...a melancholy look, people who don't know will think you have..."

  This ridicule, did not attract Su Jin to chase him to pinch his neck, only faintly raised his eyebrows:

   "You are here!"

   "I have been here for a while, have you only seen it now?"

  Yang Jiahui looked like she was defeated.

  Su Jin is not in the mood to make a joke, and points to the position opposite to him:

  "I have looked for you several times, why are you here so late today..." Before she could answer, he immediately continued, "I have something to tell you. You sit down first."

Yang Jiahui had to sit down with a gossip on her face and did not answer. She only asked, "Did Mr. Jin take him off for a date last night? I went home early yesterday, and I didn’t know you were making trouble here. Big news."

"no!"

  Su Jin smiled helplessly. Now, she doesn’t want to talk about her situation:

   "I saw Bo Feihong."

  Yang Jiahui smiled for a moment, and touched her bangs: "Oh! When?"

   "At work in the morning."

   "Then it's nothing to do with me. I'm leaving. I'm going to eat."

  She stood up and went to pull her.

  Su Jin was busy holding her cell phone and bag, while saying:

   "He was **** in fights, don't you want to know?"

"do not wanna know."

  Yang Jiahui replied altogether, seeing Su Jin staring straight at her, with an unbelieving expression on her face, she had to add a few more words:

"He often fights. First of all, when I met him in Suzhou, this man fought with people twice in three days. Every time I met, he got wounds on his body. Did you know that he is a debt collection agency? I can get the money back. Thanks to his injury...This man is already very capable of beating. I heard that he had broken his bones before...Oh, well, let’s go, don’t mention him..."

  She smiled, very calm.

   "Then do you know he was a special soldier?"

  Su Jin asked again.

  This made Yang Jiahui shocked: "Who said he was a special soldier?"

   "Hengyuan. It's the captain, that person and Hengyuan recognize!" Su Jin said.

   "Oh, that has nothing to do with me... I am not interested in his business either. I am only interested in your personal affairs. Go, go out to eat!"

Two people go out to eat, the company has a cafeteria, but the food is not very good, so they can only make peace. Yang Jiahui chooses her mouth. She will eat outside for at least three days in five days. She is a kind of moonlight clan, who eats up and uses up her body. healthy.

  Today’s food in the cafeteria did not suit Yang Jiahui’s appetite. She said that when she smelled it, she felt very disgusting—the most hated dish of this person, tomato scrambled eggs.

  Smell it at Su Jin, it smells very fragrant, but she feels nauseous when she smells it.

  They ran to a small restaurant nearby and ordered a dish and a soup.

  While eating, Su Jin talked about what she had experienced yesterday, and Yang Jiahui was stunned by it:

   "It seems that people from the Xiao family have a deep prejudice against the Su family!"

   "It's more than deep, it is simply hateful."

  Su Jin shook his head and sighed.

   "Well, fortunately, you haven't had anything to do with your man. The check-up at the hospital was a bit wronged, but it was worth it. However, next, you still have a tough fight to fight..."

   "It's not!"

  Su Jin frowned.

  Yang Jiahui, seeing her sadness, was busy comforting her:

"It's okay, you are not the same as your aunt. The Xiao family can't catch anything out of you. That inspection can explain everything. Jin Hengyuan is on your side again. You got the certificate again. No matter how they did it. Opinions are no use."

   "But I feel uneasy, what do you say?"

  Su Jin turned over the rice grains, without any appetite, and looked at her phone again:

"Until now, I haven't called me. I don't know what's going on at home after he returned? I'm afraid, the two ancestors of his family are getting sick. Then it will be really messed up in the world. If something happens to those two, I must be sinners through the ages. There is no doubt about that."

   "Since you are so worried, then you call it over!"

  Su Jin shook his head vigorously:

   "I'm afraid he is talking to his family. If he hits him untimely, he will get in the way."

   "Well, then you can only wait slowly!"

  Yang Jiahui drank the soup, saying that there was nothing wrong.

  At this time, the shop owner called:

   "Whose tomato scrambled eggs?"

  Almost at the same time, the smell that Yang Jiahui thought was strange drifted into her nose, and a mouthful of soup was still in her mouth. She felt that something was pouring up from her stomach, and hurriedly covered her mouth and ran out.

  Su Jin looked at something wrong, he saw that the shop owner had just passed by with a plate of fragrant tomato scrambled eggs, understood, and hurriedly chased it out:

   "Hey, I said, when can your bad problem be corrected... It smells so good, and it turns into a nausea like this..."

  A glance at the ground, yes, I just vomited.

Ugh!

  She rushed up and patted her back a few times, and then took out the pure water she had prepared from her bag to let her have a mouthful.

  Waiting for Yang Jiahui to raise her head, her face was pale and scary.

   "That's not right, Jiahui, you didn't react so much before...you..."

  Su Jin slowly dropped his gaze thoughtfully, and positioned it on her stomach:

   "Don't tell me: you are pregnant..."