Chu Yan was so scared that the phone dropped.
"Xiao... Brother Xiaoye." Chu Yan's voice was rough and hoarse. At this moment, it was even more unpleasant because of fear.
Chu Yan hurriedly lowered her head again, and changed the subject with an expression of weeping: "Sorry Brother Ono, I must scare you."
Fu Xingye had originally cast his eyes down and leaned on the door frame to smoke, but now he raised his eyes and stared at Chu Yan.
He asked: "Who is pregnant?"
As soon as he asked, Chu Yan knew that he was finished.
Fu Xingye is not a gossip, especially at this moment.
Chu Yan wanted to tear her mouth.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Fu Xingye lowered his eyes again and fed the cigarette held in his fingertips into his mouth, but his hand was shaking so badly that he tried several times to no avail.
He dropped his hands in frustration, then suddenly stood up straight and turned to leave.
"Brother Xiaoye!" Chu Yan chased him and hugged his narrow waist from behind. The firm and tight touch made her tremble, and she couldn't help but hug him tighter. .
She can't lose Fu Xingye, the closer she gets to him, the more unable to extricate herself!
She bit her lip: "Brother Xiaoye, you promised Grandpa, you can't leave me, you promised..."
Without a word, Fu Xingye raised his hand and broke her hand and started to move forward again.
Chu Yan went to pull him again, but finally lost to Fu Xingye's strength and was pushed to the ground by him.
At this moment, Chu Yan only wanted Fu Xingye, not even her face, so she rushed over, hugged Fu Xingye's calf, and pressed her upper body firmly against his calf.
Fu Xingye closed his eyes abruptly: "Chu Yan."
His voice was not loud, but Chu Yan's heart trembled, and his arm relaxed a little subconsciously.
Fu Xingye yanked away his leg abruptly, and walked away.
Chu Yan looked at his back and sat on the ground blankly for a while, then suddenly remembered something, suddenly got up and went back to her room.
Downstairs, Chen Yanchuan saw Fu Xingye hurrying down, and immediately walked to him: "San Shao!"
If Fu Xingye couldn't hear him, he just rushed out.
Chen Yanchuan and Chen Tai who drove out looked at each other, and Chen Tai shouted: "Yanchuan, hurry up! It's already dark today, and it's dangerous to get on the road! Don't let the three young masters do stupid things!"
Chen Yanchuan turned pale with fright, and hurriedly chased him out, but as soon as he chased him, Fu Xingye drove away in the car by himself!
Chen Yanchuan scolded anxiously, and quickly found a car and followed Biao out.
In the car, Fu Xingye drove a long distance before thinking of calling Nie Changhuan and asking where she was.
But he dialed countless times and the phone was not connected.
He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, holding his head in pain, and was silent for a while.
At this time, Chen Yanchuan's car stopped beside him, and Chen Yanchuan got out of the car and tapped on his car window glass.
Fu Xingye slowly straightened his body and tilted his head to look at him.
Chen Yanchuan opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat: "San Shao, where are you going, I'll see you off."
Fu Xingye raised his hand on the steering wheel, and then put it back.
He muttered: "Check where Nie Changhuan is."
Hearing the three words "Nie Changhuan", Chen Yanchuan was taken aback, and quickly replied: "Okay, I will let people ask."
But as soon as he took out his cell phone to make a call, Fu Xingye's cell phone rang.
The caller is Nie Changhuan.
Fu Xingye's heart beat frantically, almost shaking his hands to connect the phone.
The moment the call was connected, Fu Xingye's heart jumped frantically.
He opened his mouth and couldn't even make a sound.
Nie Changhuan spoke first: "Is something wrong with me?"
Listening to her indifferent and alienated tone, Fu Xingye was beaten back to reality at once, and the crazy heartbeat soon subsided.
He held the steering wheel tightly with one hand, looked at the dark moonlight outside the car window, and finally asked, "Where are you?"
"This has something to do with you?"
"..." Fu Xingye closed his eyes, "Where are you, I am coming to find you now."
"No, I don't seem to need to meet with you either. Let's do our own thing."
"Nie Changhuan!" The blue veins in Fu Xingye's temple jumped, but the next moment he squeezed a fist in annoyance, "Are you... Are you pregnant with my child?"
The answer to Fu Xingye was a long silence.
Just when Fu Xingye thought that the phone had been hung up and was about to take off the phone to look at it, Nie Changhuan suddenly smiled lightly.
It wasn't a short laugh, but I couldn't stop laughing because I wanted to hear something interesting.
Fu Xingye clenched the steering wheel unconsciously.
Then I heard Nie Changhuan say: "So you are looking for me because of this."
Fu Xingye subconsciously wanted to explain, but after thinking about it, he didn't have much to explain.
Changhuan Nie paused for a second, then answered on his behalf: "If you didn't know this news by accident, I am afraid you would not contact me today. Oh, no, I am afraid you will never contact me again in your life, right?"
Fu Xingye's thin lips pressed tightly, and he was silent again.
Nie Changhuan seemed to laugh again, and then she reported her position.
That is a hospital.
Sitting aside, Chen Yanchuan heard the news that Nie Changhuan was pregnant, and was so shocked that he couldn't think about it for a while, until he heard that Nie Changhuan was in the hospital, his expression suddenly became serious.
But he turned his head and glanced at the phone, and even forgot to put down the phone in his hand, and then started the car Cyclonus out again. After all, he did not dare to tell the guess in his heart.
…
In the hospital, Nie Changhuan, who had changed his gown, sat in the operating room in a daze.
Tang Sihuai stood behind her for a while, and whispered to her: "Huanhuan."
Nie Changhuan returned to his senses and smiled at Tang Sihuai, then put the phone in his bag, and then handed the bag to Tang Sihuai.
She said: "When I go in for the operation later, I will trouble Brother Sihuai to keep these things for me."
"Huanhuan." Tang Sihuai withdrew the hand he was going to pick up the bag, his expression was painful and hesitant, "You really think about it? If you really do this, you and Fu Xingye may really be in this life. Again..."
"If you still can't help me with something, I'll take it and store it and come back." With that, Nie Changhuan was about to get up.
Tang Sihuai immediately took the bag from her hand: "Huanhuan, or wait a minute. Coming from Fu’s old house is only an hour’s drive at most. After you have discussed with Fu Xingye, you can make a decision, OK? ?"
Nie Changhuan laughed, then shook his head.
Tang Sihuai was still going to say it again, but Nie Changhuan seemed to be afraid that he would persuade himself again. After he took the bag, he immediately said, "I'll go to the bathroom first."
When she comes out, she should be able to enter the operating room immediately.
Tang Sihuai wanted to stretch out his hand to hold her, but his fingertips touched Nie Changhuan's arm. He paused, knowing what thoughts had crossed his mind, and then retracted his hand.
He kept watching Nie Changhuan's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, and then looked down at Nie Changhuan's bag. When he raised his eyes again, he raised his hand and wiped his face, then turned around and walked into the operating room first.
Nie Changhuan stayed in the bathroom for ten minutes before coming out. At that time, Tang Sihuai had just come out of the operating room.
Tang Sihuai walked over quickly, supported her with one hand, and said, "Huanhuan, the operating room is ready."
Nie Changhuan's breath was suffocated, and she almost couldn't stand still at that moment, but she remembered what happened in the past two days, remembered the things Chu Yan had sent to her, remembered Liu Yi and the clown ugly, so she forcibly stabilized her body, and then she Unconsciously squeezing his fist, he walked towards the operating room step by step.
The moment Nie Changhuan's figure disappeared into the gate of the operating room, Tang Sihuai released her.
Nie Changhuan was faltering at that moment, but the nurse in the operating room immediately came to support her.
The nurse helped her walk inside while comforting her: "Although this operation hurts a bit, you are still young. As long as you cultivate yourself well afterwards, you won't have obvious sequelae."
Nie Changhuan's mind buzzed, and his nose was full of the smell of disinfectant in the operating room.
Going a few steps further, you can see a doctor in anti-bacterial clothing playing with some cold surgical instruments.
The doctor only glanced at her: "Lie down."
Nie Changhuan stood still.
The nurse was accustomed to seeing her, so she held her arm and brought her forward: "The operation is quick and it won't be very painful. You can lie down, there are still people in line behind."
Nie Changhuan applied and listened numbly, and then was taken to the operating table by the nurse.
Then, following the nurse's instructions, she lay down.
The moment she lay down, she closed her eyes and let the tears slip silently.
…
When Fu Xingye arrived at the hospital, Tang Sihuai was sitting on a chair outside the operating room with his head down.
"Where is she?"
Hearing the voice, Tang Sihuai stood up and watched Fu Xingye hesitate to speak, his face full of guilt.
He and Fu Xingye are only rivals in love, but never enemies.
It's a child, Tang Sihuai feels guilty inexplicably.
Fu Xingye glanced at the operating room, but immediately moved away and stared only at Tang Sihuai's face.
Tang Sihuai's Adam's apple rolled down, and he glanced at the door of the operating room in order to avoid Fu Xingye's gaze.
Fu Xingye's heart suddenly fell down, but the fall seemed endless, dragging him to sink along with him.
He seemed to be unable to breathe, but he repeated: "Where is Nie Changhuan?"
"Fu Sanshao, you..." Tang Sihuai hesitated, not knowing how to continue.
Fu Xingye suddenly rushed towards him, grabbed his collar with both hands and dragged him against the wall behind him at a fast speed!
He gritted his teeth: "Tang Sihuai, speak! You speak!"
Tang Sihuai's shoulder blade was hit with a muffled sound. Because of the car accident, his body was not as good as before. This collision made him dizzy.
He tilted his head to the side, holding back the smell of iron in his throat that was going up, but couldn't hold back, when the blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, he raised his finger to the operating room.
Fu Xingye was stunned, followed his fingers and looked at the closed door. Suddenly he couldn't think.
He asked like a whisper: "What is she going to do there? She is not pregnant, she is going..."
At exactly this time, the door of the operating room was pushed open, and Nie Changhuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair with an infusion needle on the back of his hand, was pushed out by the nurse.
When the nurse saw the two men outside, she paused when she pushed the wheelchair out.
Nie Changhuan had her head down, but when the nurse stopped, she raised her head, and then collided with Fu Xingye's sight.
Fu Xingye's hand was still holding Tang Sihuai's collar, with a hideous expression.
Nie Changhuan looked weak, his face pale and bloodless. The sex in the bottle was going into her body drop by drop.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and it was Nie Changhuan who broke the silence first.
She curled her lips and looked at Fu Xingye somewhat mockingly: "Why, the old problem that likes hands-on is committed again? Fu Sanshao, this is a public hospital, not your site. Please let go of Brother Sihuai."
I don't know if it was the reason for the operation, Nie Changhuan said these cruel words, and bit the words softly.
Fu Xingye didn't seem to hear what Nie Changhuan said at all, but at the moment Nie Changhuan's voice fell, he had already let go of Tang Sihuai and walked in front of her.
He knelt down and stretched out his hand to touch Nie Changhuan, but in the end there was none.
Nie Changhuan didn't look at him again, turned his head to the nurse behind him, and asked her to push herself away.
The nurse was still a little dumbfounded, nodded for a while, looked at Fu Xingye distressedly, and pushed Nie Changhuan around him.
But when the wheelchair passed by Fu Xingye's side, Fu Xingye raised his hand and grabbed the wheelchair's armrest.
Nie Changhuan's arm that had been resting on the armrest immediately moved away, even if the needle on the back of his hand was sorely pierced.
When Fu Xingye turned his head to look at her, he happened to see her move.
His throat rolled: "What about the child?"
"Take it away." Nie Changhuan replied immediately after his voice.
Fu Xingye looked at her blankly as if he didn't understand.
Nie Changhuan smiled at him: "I have come out of the operating room, and I am as clever as Young Master Fu, so why do I still ask such silly questions?"
After speaking, Nie Changhuan immediately closed his smile and let the nurse go.
But Fu Xingye's hand was still clinging to the armrest of the wheelchair, and the wheelchair could not move at all.
Nie Changhuan tilted his head to look and saw the green veins and roots on the back of Fu Xingye's hands bursting and protruding.
She became a little impatient: "If Young Master Fu is reluctant to give up the baby, he can go into the operating room and pick it up and take it home. But don't delay my time, okay?"
"Huanhuan!" Tang Sihuai, who had been standing silent on the side, couldn't help but uttered.
"Nie Changhuan!" Fu Xingye's eyes were blood red, and when he stood up suddenly, he put his hands on the armrest of the wheelchair, leaning over and staring at Nie Changhuan.
Nie Changhuan raised his head and looked at him. The distance between the two of them was only one or two centimeters, but the sweet ambiguity was no longer the same. At this moment, they could only confront each other.
Fu Xingye gasped heavily, as if he was about to choke Nie Changhuan to death in the next moment.
Nie Changhuan also cursed her lips provocatively: "If you dare not, just get out of the way."
Fu Xingye's fingers creaked.
Seeing that the situation was wrong, Tang Sihuai walked over to pull Fu Xingye away.
He knew that he was rushing over at this time, and he was bound to become Fu Xingye's punching bag, but he didn't expect Fu Xingye to be so cruel!
When he reacted, his head had been hit by the edge of the bench, and he was lying on the ground.
He felt a little dizzy. When he wanted to sit up with one arm supported on his body, he heard Nie Changhuan yelling "Brother Sihuai."
Tang Sihuai said it was okay, closed his eyes for a while and then became clear again.
The first thing he saw was Fu Xingye, who was standing in front of him with blood-red eyes like a bloodthirsty Yama. Turning his head, he saw Nie Changhuan who had stood up from his wheelchair and looked at him worriedly.
Tang Sihuai smiled at her, and then stood up by himself, but he still had to hold on to the wall to stand firm.
Nie Changhuan had known that he had serious sequelae due to the car accident in the past two days, so now she was crying because of extreme guilt.
Fu Xingye coldly watched Nie Changhuan's eyes full of Tang Sihuai, and didn't know what suddenly came to mind, he really rushed into the operating room.
Tang Sihuai was taken aback, and Nie Changhuan closed his eyes.
The doctors and nurses sounded in astonishment, and they didn't know what kind of terrifying disputes and stoppages, but when Fu Xingye finally came out, his expressions were suddenly defeated.
He seemed like a drunk person who couldn't walk safely. When he got out of the operating room door, he staggered against the door panel, and then staggered forward.
Tang Sihuai looked at him, but finally couldn't bear it: "San Shao."
Fu Xingye seemed to be pulled back to his soul by the sound, slowly raising his eyes to look at Tang Sihuai, suddenly grinning his lips and grinning gloomily.
Nie Changhuan frowned: "Brother Sihuai, let's go."
Tang Sihuai paused, walked over, and personally pushed the wheelchair for Nie Changhuan.
It's just that the two of them haven't walked far away when Fu Xingye's voice came from behind.
He asked Nie Changhuan, "Is it for him to take away my child in such a hurry?"
"Fu..."
But before Tang Sihuai had time to explain, Nie Changhuan nodded and said, "Yes. There is one in his stomach. It must be impossible to enter the door of the Tang family."
After saying this, Nie Changhuan felt that it was not enough.
She turned around in her wheelchair and met Fu Xingye’s gaze before continuing to speak: "Fu Xingye, you will spend your whole life with Chu Yan, do you want me to be Nie Changhuan as a guardian like a jade? Do it yourself, don’t you?"
The smile on Fu Xingye's face split.
What Nie Changhuan remembered: "By the way, let's get together and get together. I hope that Fu Sanshao will raise your hands high in the future. Even if you meet him on some occasion, you will be a stranger. I have thanked the three young masters now."
After speaking, Nie Changhuan turned his wheelchair and wanted to leave.
But there was still a needle on the back of her hand, and she immediately sweated from the pain because of the force.
Tang Sihuai was heartbroken, and immediately came forward and pushed the wheelchair for her.
Then the two people walked further and further down the corridor.
Fu Xingye looked at those figures from his back, wondering whether he felt hatred, regret or pain in his heart.
He unconsciously stepped forward, following them step by step and far away.
He didn't know what he wanted, let alone what he could do now.