I Woke up and Was Pregnant

After the two people left, Jiang Hengshu walked out of the dark, raised his hand to take off his earphones, and walked into the dark corridor.

It was not the time when he came back. Fu Zhen and Fu Ting were discussing the copyright issue of the Shazhou Chronicle. He was not very good to step forward to interrupt, and did not want to eavesdrop on other people's private affairs. He brought headphones and stood outside and waited for a while.

The voice control lights in the corridor were a little broken, Jiang Hengshu had to turn on the flashlight of the phone. When he reached the second floor, Jiang Hengshu's footsteps stopped. He looked up and saw a figure sitting on the corner of the stairs. His shoulders twitched.

He cried.

Jiang Hengshu retracted his gaze, looked at the gray stone steps under his feet, with an indifferent expression on his face, and continued to walk upstairs.

The distance between him and the figure gradually narrowed, and he recognized that the figure was Fu Zhen. He said nothing, and went up to the third floor silently.

He has now ruled out Fu Zhen’s suspicion and does not need to have more contact with him. He lowered his eyes, and his ear was the sound of the TV from the rental room, mixed with a trace of sobbing. sound.

Halfway through the stairs on the third floor, Jiang Hengshu suddenly stopped. He stopped there for a while. A family on the third floor went out to pick up their children. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man on the stairs. He was immediately frightened. With a jump, Jiang Hengshu turned and walked on, just about to ask which stupid was there to scare people.

He came to Fu Zhen's side, took out a pack of tissues from his jacket pocket, bent down and handed it to Fu Zhen: "Wipe?"

Fu Zhen raised his head when he heard the sound. He had been crying for too long, and the lights in the corridor were dim, and he couldn't see what was in front of him. With tears hanging on his eyelashes, he only looked at a dark figure indistinctly. But he knew it was Jiang Hengshu, he reached out his hand to take the tissue that Jiang Hengshu handed over, and said thank you in a low voice.

"You hurt your leg?" Jiang Hengshu asked.

His voice seemed particularly low in the darkness.

Fu Zhen hummed, his eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and Jiang Hengshu's figure was reflected inside. He took out a tissue and wiped the tears from his face. He put his hands on the wall and wanted to get off the ground. He stood up, but his left leg fell so badly that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

A low sigh was heard from somewhere in his ear, and Fu Zhen's vision was a little dazed. After a while, he retracted his hands holding the wall and said to Jiang Hengshu: "I'll sit here for a while. "

Jiang Hengshu squatted down in front of Fu Zhen: "I will carry you up."

Fu Zhen didn't expect Jiang Hengshu to do this. He was a little flattered: "No... no more."

"Come up." Jiang Hengshu had already turned his back, with a hint of rejection in his tone.

Fu Zhen hesitated for a while, no longer pretending to be affectionate, put both hands on Jiang Hengshu's shoulders, "Thank you."

Jiang Hengshu did not speak. He hugged both hands on the upper part of Fu Zhen's legs. He slowly stood up from the ground and walked upstairs. His palms were warm and his feet were steady and strong. Fu Zhen's chest was nestled against his. On his shoulders, if he was willing to listen carefully, he would definitely hear the beating sound of a drum in Fu Zhen's chest.

Fu Zhen has lost weight in the past two years. He is almost 1.8 meters tall and weighs less than 130 kilograms. There are almost only a handful of bones left in his whole person, and there are some people.

In the corridor, under the dim yellow light, the shadows of the two people overlapped and shone diagonally on one side of the wall, slowly moving upward as Jiang Hengshu walked.

On the third and fourth floors, the corridor was quiet. Fu Zhen watched Jiang Hengshu's hair spin counterclockwise. The hair around him was thick and naturally curled. Fu Zhen thought it was a little cute and he sucked. Sniffing his nose, he suddenly asked Jiang Hengshu, "Well, do you have a girlfriend?"

Suddenly, Jiang Hengshu’s mind flashed that night. In the bar that night, the little mermaid wrapped two slender arms around his neck, and the whole body arched upward in a soft arc. Jiang Hengshu explored more deeply in an instant. Into his body.

There were teardrops sliding down the corner of the little mermaid's eyes, but they could not turn into pearls. Those tears soaked the pillow and dyed it into a dark color, and Jiang Hengshu's mood became heavy in an instant.

He answered Fu Zhen: "No, but I have someone I like."

Cold tears dripped from Fu Zhen’s chin and fell into Jiang Hengshu’s neck. Jiang Hengshu’s heart trembled. He didn’t know why the person on his back was crying, let alone why he came from the third floor. Come down, carry the young man up to the sixth floor.

Fu Zhen uttered a low voice. He couldn't hear the sadness and joy. After a while, he asked Jiang Hengshu again: "Does he like you?"

Jiang Hengshu paused, and he had never seen the little mermaid since that night.

"I don't know." He replied.

The two stopped talking, only Jiang Hengshu's footsteps were left in the corridor. Fu Zhen lowered his head and counted the stone steps that Jiang Hengshu had walked through, hoping that the road could be longer.

He counted from one to forty-seven. Jiang Hengshu stepped on the last stone steps to the outside of the rental house. Fu Zhen lightly patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder and said to him, "Let me down. Right."

"Can I go by myself?" Jiang Hengshu asked.

Fu Zhen nodded: "Yes."

Jiang Hengshu carefully put Fu Zhen down from his back, "Thank you today."

Jiang Hengshu gave a hum, without saying anything else, he held Fu Zhen's arm, pushed open the security door in front of him, and kept Fu Zhen to the door of his room.

At the beginning of the neon, thousands of tall buildings are lit up, and the city is more prosperous than the day.

When Fu Ting returned home, Fu Jianchen was sitting at the dining table waiting for him to eat. Seeing him back, he asked him, "How is it?"

Fu Ting nodded and said, "I have already got it."

Fu Jianchen had a satisfied smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with what he could do for his favorite daughter. He then asked Fu Ting: "Your face is not very good, what happened? "

Fu Ting shook his head. He opened his mouth and called Dad to Fu Jianchen, and he could not say anything else.

Fu Ting raised his hand and pressed his forehead: "I'm a little tired, so I won't eat dinner and go up to rest first."

Fu Jianchen put away the smile at the corner of his mouth, with a deep look in his eyes, he asked Fu Ting: "When you saw him today, he was on the construction site?"

Fu Ting gave a hum.

"How is he now?" Fu Jianchen asked again.

Fu Ting didn't know why his father asked these questions. Perhaps he felt that Fu Zhen was punished too harshly and wanted to compensate him, or he felt that he was too kind to him back then and wanted to give him some color.

Fu Ting knows his father. He has never regretted anything in his life. Now he asks himself about Fu Zhen's situation. It is probably the second reason.

I don’t know what the reason is, Fu Ting doesn’t really want to talk to Fu Jianchen about this. He changed the subject and said, “Wan Wan’s wedding date is set at the end of January.”

As expected, Fu Jianchen immediately forgot about Fu Zhen, and he frowned: "Why did you choose such a time."

At the end of January, I saw that the New Year was about to be celebrated. At this time, getting married is not to cause trouble for myself. She is an actress and must be strong. At the end of the year, there are various awards ceremonies and satellite TV evenings waiting for her to participate. How can I stand it.

Fu Ting didn't care about this, his eyes showed pampering, and he said to Fu Jianchen: "She likes it, just follow her meaning, the big deal is that we can help her more."

Fu Jianchen gave a hum, and Fu Ting made sense. He was about to marry his most precious daughter, but at this time he didn't have the slightest reluctance, but felt that he was about to be relieved.

Fu Jianchen's eyes gradually vacated.

Fu Ting went upstairs, but didn't immediately return to his room, but he walked to the room next to him.

This is Fu Zhen's room. Since he was kicked out of Fu's house two years ago, this room has not been opened. Fu Ting was silent in the corridor for a long time, and finally raised his hand to hold the door handle and his wrist. Slightly push the door open.

The furnishings of the room were the same as the day Fu Zhen left, but because no one came to clean it for a long time, a thick layer of dust accumulated on the tabletop, and a copy of Wilde's nightingale and rose was placed.

Fu Ting's eyes circled around the room. The day Fu Zhen left, he really didn't take anything away.

Fu Ting lowered his eyes, turned and left the room.

Fu Zhen returned to the room, sitting on the bed and taking off his pants while gritting his teeth. There was a blue-purple bruise on his ankle, and the skin on his left knee was red. His teeth were trembling because of the pain. , So there must be no way to go to work tomorrow.

He called the foreman and asked for two days off. During this time, he could stay in the rental house and draw pictures without going to the construction site.

Fu Zhen opened the bedside cabinet and took out a small medicine bottle from it. The moment he got it in his hand, he remembered that he had eaten up the painkillers last month and he had to go to the pharmacy to buy two more bottles.

But now it's too late, and the pharmacies around here are closed. I can only bear with it for one night and go out to buy medicine tomorrow.

Fu Zhen drew a draft, his legs hurt so much that he couldn't bear it, so he climbed into bed and planned to go to bed early.

But after turning off the light and lying on the bed, Fu Zhen didn't have any sleepiness. His eyes were pitch black. In the next room lived Jiang Hengshu, who he liked. What is he doing now? Also fell asleep.

Fu Zhen suddenly remembered what Jiang Hengshu had said to him in the corridor, and the reverie in his mind disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Hengshu already has someone he likes.