I Woke up and Was Pregnant

Chapter 16

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Fu Zhen doesn't know what kind of moth Tang Wanwan wants to be, anyway, it has nothing to do with him, she can act like a baby with Fu Jianchen as she likes.

Tang Wanwan watched Fu Zhen ignore him, feeling a little annoyed in his heart, as if he had punched cotton, without any sense of accomplishment.

She thought about it, and then said to Fu Zhen: "I'm getting married next month, and I'm at Eston Manor, if you're free, you can come over."

Eston Manor…

Fu Zhen was in a daze for a moment, remembering that it should be in the year of his seventh birthday, his father promised to build him an amusement park, and in the spring of the second year, he bought the Eston Manor, intending to make it a gift A castle for the little prince.

More than ten years later, they gave this castle to Tang Wanwan.

Fu Zhen thought he wouldn't care, but his physical reaction wouldn't lie. Some time ago, he discovered that there might be something wrong with his heart. In addition, he had been painting for a whole day without eating lunch. At this time, his heart was beating violently, and he was a little out of breath, accompanied by chest tightness, He was dizzy, his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he had no strength. If he hadn't supported him, he might have collapsed here.

Fu Zhen bit his lip and forced himself to be more sober, he didn't want to fall down in front of these two people again.

His back was still facing Fu Jianchen and the others, so they couldn't see Fu Zhen's pale face at this time, they just wondered what he was doing standing there up and down.

Jiang Hengshu came back from get off work and saw Fu Zhen standing on the stairs with his hands on the wall. enduring great pain.

And there is a man and a woman standing under the stairs. The man looks less than forty years old, while the woman is only in her early twenties. They have outstanding looks, and Jiang Hengshu has a good memory, so it is easy to recognize the two people. In terms of identity, they were looking at Fu Zhen, but none of them wanted to go up and help him.

This matter has nothing to do with him. Jiang Hengshu walked over and walked past Fu Jianchen indifferently, without even paying any extra attention to them. Fu Jianchen, or the new actress in the entertainment industry, is just an ordinary person among thousands of people in this world, and there is nothing special about him.

Jiang Hengshu continued to step up the stairs and walked upstairs, not intending to stop for anyone.

Fu Zhen heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him. He felt that the sound was familiar, but he had no strength to turn around. The setting sun fell down the mountain, leaving only the last touch of orange red in the western sky. His body and shadow Gradually they all disappeared in the huge shadow.

I really should take a good look at the almanac when I go out recently. Fu Zhen tried his best to adjust his breathing, but his chest still seemed to be pressed by a big stone. He was like a fish that was about to die of thirst after being slapped on the beach.

The footsteps gradually approached. The moment Jiang Hengshu passed by Fu Zhen, Fu Zhen seemed to hear the call from the sea god. The tall and handsome sea god raised the scepter in his hand high, and the cold and moist mist enveloped him. Fu Zhen finally couldn't hold on to his dry body anymore, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

Jiang Hengshu didn't have time to think. He quickly stretched out his arms to take Fu Zhen's body. It wasn't until he hugged the thin man into his arms that Jiang Hengshu realized what he had done.

He froze on the spot, looking at Fu Zhen in his arms. Fu Zhen's eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, his fingers trembled violently, even though he fainted, he still couldn't calm down.

Perhaps it was Jiang Hengshu's breath that made him feel a little familiar. Soon after, his breathing gradually calmed down, and his eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings. He should be waking up soon. Jiang Hengshu didn't know for a while. He carried it up, or stood still and waited for him to wake up.

However, Fu Jianchen at the bottom of the stairs felt as if he had watched a ridiculous drama. In his eyes, it was Fu Zhen who threw himself into the arms of another man, how decent it was.

Fu Jianchen looked at the back of Jiang Hengshu hugging Fu Zhen, and after a long silence, he suddenly asked, "What's your relationship with him?"

When Fu Zhen woke up, what he heard was Fu Jianchen's questioning voice. The question was so funny that Fu Zhen immediately ignored that he was being held in Jiang Hengshu's arms.

"Does it have something to do with Mr. Fu?" Fu Zhen tilted his head in Jiang Hengshu's arms. Fu Jianchen could only see Fu Zhen's small side face. He heard Fu Zhen smiled softly to himself, " Don't forget, we broke off ties two years ago."

Before Fu Zhen dared not face this matter, he always hoped that he could go back to the past, but now when he told Fu Jianchen about this matter, he felt a strange pleasure.

Fu Jianchen was speechless. He kicked Fu Zhen out of the Fu family two years ago because of Tang Wanwan, and severed the father-son relationship with Fu Zhen. This is a fact that everyone knows, and he really has no position to ask Fu Zhen. This word.

Fu Zhen lowered his eyes, he gently pulled Jiang Hengshu's sleeve, and said to Jiang Hengshu, "Let's go."

The person in his arms didn't seem to have the consciousness to go down by himself at all. Jiang Hengshu moved his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything. He carried Fu Zhen and walked upstairs along the stairs at his feet. Soon after, the two figures appeared Completely disappeared from Fu Jianchen's sight.

Tang Wanwan looked at Fu Jianchen who was still in a daze beside him, pulled his arm, and said to him, "Dad, let's go."

Fu Jianchen came back to his senses and nodded, "Let's go."

Fu Jianchen was not in a good mood. Tang Wanwan sat beside him, trying to comfort him. After thinking for a long time, she said to Fu Jianchen, "Dad, don't be too angry. I heard from my friends that some time ago he I saw Fu Zhen working in a gay bar, he might really like men, now that the social environment is so open, homosexuality is no big deal.”

What Tang Wanwan told Fu Jianchen was true, but at the time she thought that her friend had made a mistake, but she didn't expect that Fu Zhen was really gay.

A trace of disdain flashed in Tang Wanwan's eyes, she took Fu Jianchen's arm, "Dad, I want to eat cake."

"Let the driver stop in front of the cake shop later."

"Thank you, Dad."

Fu Jianchen hummed, his face sank like water, and he didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, he turned his head and looked out the window, wondering what he was thinking of writing.

Tang Wanwan's hand was still on Fu Jianchen's arm, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

In the dim corridor, Jiang Hengshu hugged Fu Zhen and walked upstairs at a slow speed. The surroundings were quiet, and Fu Zhen raised his head. His azure blue eyes shone brightly in the darkness, they were the brightest morning star in the sky before dawn.

He should have asked Jiang Hengshu to put him down now, but he was too greedy and wanted to stay in this embrace longer.

There was a creaking sound of opening the door downstairs. Fu Zhen seemed to be bewitched by the devil. He stretched out his hand, lifted it slowly, and put his arms around Jiang Hengshu's neck. His head was pressed against Jiang Hengshu's. On his shoulder, in a trance, he heard the powerful beating of the heart in his chest, and Fu Zhen felt that his eye sockets were a little hot.

Jiang Hengshu's footsteps paused, and he lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms. There seemed to be a glimmer of light in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but raised his arms slightly, and hugged him as if nothing had happened. Fu Zhen continued to walk upstairs.

Up to the sixth floor, Jiang Hengshu stopped outside the room where they lived together. There was a noise of people playing cards in the room from the corridor. Jiang Hengshu put Fu Zhen in his arms down and asked him softly : "Can you walk by yourself?"

Fu Zhen nodded. He heard a trace of tenderness in Jiang Hengshu's calm tone. At the same time, he also felt a little guilty for his selfishness just now. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "Thank you just now."

"It's okay." Jiang Hengshu's voice was cold, as if he wasn't the one who helped Fu Zhen just now.

Jiang Hengshu pushed open the door in front of him, and there was a long creaking sound from the dilapidated door. Fu Zhen followed Jiang Hengshu into the rented room, and they walked towards their respective rooms.

When Fu Zhen returned to the room and saw the woven bag in his hand, he remembered that he hadn't bought anything during the trip. He didn't have the energy to go downstairs again. After hesitating for a while, he took out his phone, I ordered a white porridge on Meituan.

He ate very little for dinner, and when his chest was not so stuffy, he picked up his paintbrush again, and continued the standing painting that he hadn't finished during the day until late at night.

The alarm clock by the bed was ticking, like a dwarf looking for gems deep in the forest. Fu Zhen turned off the computer and went to bed, turned off the light and lay down, but the drowsiness gradually dissipated in this long silent night. There was a slight noise.

The moonlight came in through the gaps in the bed curtains, leaving a bright color like snow on the ground. Fu Zhen lay sideways on the bed, looking at the foggy wall opposite, his heart moved, what was Jiang Hengshu doing

But immediately he became sad again, why can't the person Jiang Hengshu likes be himself

Is there really no hope for a person like him

Fu Zhen bit his lip, and soon his lips turned white. After a while, he sighed softly, hugged the pillow and closed his eyes.

He really likes Jiang Hengshu.

"What does the person you like look like?"

In the dream, Fu Zhen asked his sweetheart.

Jiang Hengshu's blue eyes clearly reflected his own figure, the gentle river came slowly from afar, he bent down, and put a thin kiss on his light-colored lips, he heard his whisper Voice.

"It's you."