Outside the hospital.
Rong Jingcheng’s car had already parked aside and waited. Feng Muyan opened the rear door and asked aloud, “How was the result of the premarital examination? No... No problem, right?”
"Well, everything is normal."
A few words that the man was not warm or cold came, and Feng Muyan's pupils tightened, and she didn't respond for quite a while.
Positive... Normal.
It’s just that she’s okay, she’s not pregnant, is she
Rong Jingcheng looked at her look in the rearview mirror, his thin lips pressed into a line, his hands holding the steering wheel tightened a bit.
Did she breathe a sigh of relief when everything was normal
The night is still young.
The lights outside the box are feasting, and the box is so quiet.
When Chu Huaibei came, he looked at the man sitting on the sofa and sighed: "Let me guess, is our Comrade Feng Muyan dead again?"
The man sitting on the sofa indifferently lifted his lips and made a sound—
"She is pregnant."
"Looking at you like this, why, isn't it just not ready yet?"
The man with calm eyes curled his lips coldly, "The one who is not ready is not me."
"Her xinxing always needs to change."
Now that the children are there, even if they were not prepared before, they should learn to mature now.
"She still doesn't know about her pregnancy."
…
After Feng Muyan returned home, she was paralyzed.
I don't know what's wrong, she gets tired very easily recently.
When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, Gu Cheng called.
"I will be discharged tomorrow."
"So fast?"
"It's not good for public figures to stay in the hospital. I have a private doctor at home to look after him at all times."
"That's it."
"Your wedding... I may not be able to go."
Feng Muyan pretentiously snorted: "You are recovering well, national male god, your fans are waiting for you to come back."
"Fans, are you too?"
"Yes, yes, I am your number one fan."
"Feng Muyan, I bless you."
"Thank you."
…
To take a wedding photo on the weekend, Feng Muyan sent a message to Rong Jingcheng.
But at noon, there was no reply from the man.
At the dinner table, Chen Yinyin asked her: "Is Jingcheng coming to pick you up?"
"... I'll go and try the wedding dress first, he has something to do."
"it is good."
Feng Muyan went to the wedding photography shop alone, and only then did he receive news from Rong Jingcheng.
Say it will arrive in half an hour. Could it be that something has been delayed in the company in the morning
She didn't think much about it, and put on the first wedding dress to be photographed.
"Mrs. Rong, this white wedding dress and these high heels will match your height."
The clerk took out a pair of high heels 10 cm high.
When Rong Jingcheng came, his eyes were cold and his face was darkened.
"Who allowed you to wear high heels."
"Huh?"
Feng Muyan looked confused.
"What to wear without high heels?"
The man hugged the person to the side seat.
"High heels are not for you, I just bought you some suitable shoes."
After seeing the few pairs of shoes Rong Jingcheng bought for her, Feng Muyan's entire face turned black.
It's all flat!
"It looks good, but wearing these makes me look short."
Although she didn't want to admit it, Feng Muyan still had to state the fact that she had short legs and no height of 165.
"Not short, obedient, hurt, I don't want a lame bride."
"Here, all right."
The woman pretended to be "reluctant" to agree, but her heart was warm.
…
The date of marriage is getting closer and closer.
"The people on my side have finished posting the invitation."
The woman leaned back and looked at the newly renovated apartment.
Rong Jingcheng held a book in one hand, and raised the woman's left hand in the other, and looked at the jade bracelet on her wrist.
"what is this."
"The meeting gift given by the mother-in-law to the daughter-in-law, the bracelet is very chronological."
"Meeting ceremony?"
The corner of Rong Jingcheng's mouth twitched, and she had to thank her for saying this.
"Oh, this is different."
"By the way, where are we going for our honeymoon?"
Only then did she think of this important event, but when she saw the man's expression, she gritted her teeth.
"Rong Jingcheng, you must have a honeymoon, or you won't get married."