I Woke up and Was Pregnant

Fu Zhen didn't know what Tang Wanwan wanted to be a moth, anyway, it had nothing to do with him. She would act like a baby as she likes to see Fu Jianchen.

Tang Wanwan looked at Fu Zhen ignoring himself, feeling a little annoyed, as if he had hit cotton with a punch, without any sense of accomplishment.

She thought for a while and said to Fu Zhen: "I will get married next month. At Eston Manor, you can come over if you have time."

Eston Manor...

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

More than ten years later, the castle was given to Tang Wanwan by them.

Fu Zhen thought he would not care, but his body would not lie. Some time ago he discovered that his heart might be malfunctioning. In addition, he drew a day of painting today and did not eat lunch. At this time, his heart was beating so badly that he could not breathe, and was accompanied by chest tightness, He was dizzy, and his feet were as weak as lead. If it weren't for his strong support, he would have fallen here.

Fu Zhen bit his lip and forced himself to wake up. He didn't want to fall down in front of these two people.

He still had his back to Fu Jianchen and the others, so they couldn't see Fu Zhen's pale face at this time, they were just wondering what he was going to do while standing there.

Jiang Hengshu came back from work and saw Fu Zhen standing on the stairs with his hands on the wall. His eyesight was good. At a glance, he could see that Fu Zhen's calf was trembling from the pain. The blue veins on the back of his hand should be raised. Enduring great pain.

And under the stairs stood a man and a woman. The man looked less than forty years old, while the woman was only in his early twenties. Their looks were outstanding. Jiang Hengshu also had a good memory. It was easy to recognize these two men. They were looking at Fu Zhen, but none of them wanted to help him.

This matter had nothing to do with him. Jiang Hengshu walked over and walked past Fu Jianchen indifferently. He didn't even put an extra look on them. For him, whether it was a business legend Fu Jianchen, or a newcomer in the entertainment industry, is just an ordinary one among the tens of thousands of people in this world, and there is nothing special about it.

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. He felt that the sound was a bit familiar, but he had no strength to turn around. The setting sun fell down the mountain, leaving only the last touch of orange in the western sky, his body and shadow. Gradually disappeared in the huge shadow.

I really should take a good look at the almanac when I went out recently. Fu Zhen tried to adjust his breathing, but his chest still seemed to be pressed against a big rock. He was like a fish slapped on the beach dying of thirst.

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 **** raised the scepter in his hand, and the cold and wet water mist enveloped him. Fu Zhen finally couldn't hold his dry body anymore, his legs softened and fell to the ground.

Jiang Hengshu didn't have time to think, he quickly stretched out his arm to take Fu Zhen's body, and it was not until he took the thin man into his arms that Jiang Hengshu realized what he had done.

He was stunned, looking at Fu Zhen in his arms. Fu Zhen closed his eyes, his face was pale, and his forehead was oozing cold sweat. His fingers trembled violently. Even if he fainted, he still couldn't calm down.

Perhaps it was Jiang Hengshu’s breath that made him feel a touch of familiarity. After a while, his breathing gradually calmed down. His eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings. He should soon wake up. Jiang Hengshu didn’t know for a while. He carried it up, but should stand still and wait for him to wake up.

However, Fu Jianchen under the stairs felt as if he had watched a ridiculous drama. In his eyes, it was Fu Zhen who put his arms in the arms of another man.

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

When Fu Zhen woke up, he heard this question from Fu Jianchen. This question was so funny that Fu Zhen neglected that he was being held in Jiang Hengshu's arms for the first time.

"Does it have anything to do with Mr. Fu?" Fu Zhen tilted his head in Jiang Hengshu's arms. Fu Jianchen could only see a small side face of Fu Zhen. He heard Fu Zhen smile slightly to himself. Don’t forget, we severed our relationship two years ago."

Fu Zhen had never dared to face this matter before, always hoping to return to the past, but now when he told Fu Jianchen this matter, he had a strange pleasure.

Fu Jianchen was speechless. Two years ago, because of Tang Wanwan, he expelled Fu Zhen from the Fu family and severed his father-son relationship with Fu Zhen. This is a fact that everyone knows, and he really has no position to ask Fu Zhen. These words.

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 seemed to have no consciousness of going down on his own. Jiang Heng moved his lips, and finally said nothing. He held Fu Zhen and walked upstairs along the stairs below his feet. Before long, the two of them appeared Completely disappeared from Fu Jianchen's sight.

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

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

Fu Jianchen’s mood was not very good. Tang Wanwan sat next to him, trying to comfort him. After thinking about it for a long time, she said to Fu Jianchen, "Don’t be too angry, dad. I heard from a friend that he I have seen Fu Zhen working in a **** bar. He may indeed like men. Now that the social environment is so open, homosexuality is no big deal."

What Tang Wanwan said to Fu Jianchen was true, but at the time she thought it was her friend who was dazzled, but she didn't expect Fu Zhen to be really a gay.

A trace of contempt flashed in Tang Wanwan's eyes. She took Fu Jianchen's arm and said, "Dad, I want to eat cake."

"Wait for the driver to stop in front of the cake shop."

"Thank you Dad."

Fu Jianchen said, his face sinking like water, and he did not speak for a long time. After a long time, he turned his head and looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking of writing.

Tang Wanwan's hand was still resting on Fu Jianchen's arm, with a smile at 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 quiet. Fu Zhen raised his head. Under the dim light, Jiang Hengshu's jaw line seemed to be higher than what he saw yesterday. The arrival was softer, and his azure blue eyes gleamed in the dark, the brightest star in the sky before dawn.

He should have opened his mouth to let Jiang Hengshu put himself down, but he was too greedy and wanted to stay longer in this embrace.

There was a creak of the door opening from downstairs. Fu Zhen seemed to be bewitched by the devil. He stretched out his hand, slowly raised it, and then put his arms around Jiang Hengshu’s neck, his head attached to Jiang Hengshu’s. On his shoulder, in a daze, he heard the powerful beating of the heart in his chest, and Fu Zhen felt a little warm in his eye sockets.

Jiang Hengshu's footsteps paused, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the person in his arms. There seemed to be a faint light flashing in his eyes. He didn't say anything. He just raised his arms slightly and hugged him casually. Fu Zhen continued to walk upstairs.

All the way to the sixth floor, Jiang Hengshu stopped outside the room where they lived together. From the corridor came the noise of people playing cards in the room. Jiang Hengshu put Fu Zhen down in his arms and asked him softly. : "Can you go by yourself?"

Fu Zhen nodded. He heard a touch of gentleness in Jiang Hengshu's calm tone. At the same time, he 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 was not the one who helped Fu Zhen just now.

Jiang Hengshu opened the door in front of him, and the dilapidated door made a long creak. Fu Zhen followed Jiang Hengshu into the rental room, and they walked toward their respective rooms.

Fu Zhen went back to the room and saw the woven bag in his hand. Only then did he remember that he hadn’t bought anything during the trip. He had no extra energy to go downstairs again. After hesitating a little, he took out the phone. Ordered a white porridge on Meituan.

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

The alarm clock on the bedside was walking around like a dwarf looking for gems in the deep forest. Fu Zhen turned off the computer and went to bed, turned off the light and lay down, but his sleepiness disappeared a little bit in the long silent night, and it came from the next room There was a slight noise.

Moonlight penetrated through the gap in the bed curtain, leaving a bright color like snow on the ground. Fu Zhen lay on the bed sideways, looking at the foggy wall on the opposite side, his heart moved, what is Jiang Hengshu doing?

But immediately he became sad again, why couldn't Jiang Hengshu like him?

Is there really no hope for someone like him?

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

He really likes Jiang Hengshu.

"What does that person you like look like?"

In the dream, Fu Zhen asked his sweetheart.

Jiang Hengshu’s blue eyes clearly reflected his figure. The gentle river water came from a distance. He leaned down and placed a thin kiss on his light-colored lips. He heard his whisper. sound.

"It's you."