Chapter 14 (One thousand comments plus more)

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date="2020-12-08"

title="Chapter 14 (One thousand comments plus more) "

weight="109011"

series = ["I Woke up and Was Pregnant"]

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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 right time for him to come back. Fu Zhen and Fu Ting were discussing the copyright issue of 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 a cold 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 down 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 around and walked on when he was about to ask which idiot was scaring there.

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. In addition to the dim lights in the corridor, 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, and he reached out and took 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 dark.

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 held the wall with his hands and wanted to stand on the ground. He got 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 the ear, Fu Zhen's vision was a little blank. After a while, he retracted his hands holding the wall and said to Jiang Hengshu, "I'll sit here for a while."

Jiang Hengshu knelt 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, 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 on his shoulders. Above, if he is willing to listen carefully, he will definitely hear Fu Zhen's chest beat like a drum.

Fu Zhen has lost weight in the past two years. He is about 1.8 meters tall and weighs less than 130 jin. He has almost a handful of bones left in his entire body, and there are a few 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 hallway was quiet. Fu Zhen looked at Jiang Hengshu’s hair whirlpool. It was counterclockwise. The hair around it was thick and naturally curled. Fu Zhen felt a little cute, so he sucked. After sniffing, 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 be turned into pearls. Those tears soaked the pillow and dyed it dark, Jiang Hengshu's mood became heavy in an instant.

He replied to 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 down from the third floor. Carry this 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 remained 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 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’s face showed a satisfied smile, seeming to feel extremely satisfied for being able to do something for his favorite daughter, and he then asked Fu Ting: "Your face is not very good, what happened? Yet?"

Fu Ting shook his head. He opened his mouth and called Dad to Fu Jianchen. He couldn't 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, was he 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. 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, “Wanwan’s wedding date is set at the end of January.”

Sure enough, Fu Jianchen immediately forgot Fu Zhen, he frowned: "Why did you choose such a time."

At the end of January, the Chinese New Year is about to be seen. At this time, getting married is not to trouble yourself. She is an actress and she is strong. At the end of the year, there are various awards ceremonies and satellite TV evenings waiting for her to attend. This busy her body How can I stand it.

Fu Ting didn't care about this, his eyes showed pampering, 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 emptied.

Fu Ting went upstairs, but didn't immediately return to his room, so he went 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 never been opened. Fu Ting was silent in the corridor for a long time, and finally raised his hand to hold the door handle and 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, 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 took two days off. During this time, he could stay in the rental house and draw pictures without having to go to the construction site to suffer.

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. 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 anymore. His eyes were pitch black, and Jiang Hengshu lived in the next room. He was someone he liked. What is he doing now, isn't it? 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.