Chapter 42 (12,000 comments plus more)

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date="2020-12-08"

title="Chapter 42 (12,000 comments plus more) "

weight="109039"

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

mode = "manual"

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Fu Zhen feels that Jiang Hengshu's remarks are not very credible. No parent wants to see their children take a lover of the same sex as theirs home in the future, and declare that they will spend a lifetime with such a person.

It's just because of the love for their children, so parents will be extra tolerant and try to accept this lover who is completely different from their imagination.

But since Mrs. Jiang proposed to meet, now Fu Zhen has to squeeze out time even if he doesn't have time. Moreover, he really has nothing to do in a short time. He nodded and said to Jiang Hengshu: " All are free."

"Is that all right tomorrow?" Jiang Hengshu asked him.

Sooner or later, I was going to meet. Although Fu Zhen was a little nervous, he still responded in one bite: "Okay."

Jiang Hengshu re-planned Fu Zhen's work and rest time. In addition to going to bed at ten o'clock in the evening, there is also a one and a half hour lunch break at noon. At this time, if Jiang Hengshu does not have a job, he will accompany him. With Fu Zhen lying on the big bed in the bedroom, the warm sunlight was blocked by the bed curtain, and the room was dim and more private, as if at a certain moment, there were only two of them left in this world.

For Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen, sex is not a necessity in love. Sometimes, holding two people quietly together and breathing together can give people a sense of satisfaction.

After discussing with Fu Zhen to see Mrs. Jiang tomorrow, Jiang Hengshu stood up and stretched out his hand to lift Fu Zhen sitting on the carpet, "Go out for a while, don't always get bored at home."

The community is said to be designed by a well-known designer imitating a foreign community. The name is too long and Fu Zhen didn't remember it. In short, it sounds very fashionable and avant-garde.

Walking on the pebble road to the small square, Fu Zhen suddenly thought of something. He asked Jiang Hengshu: "Should I go to prepare some gifts today."

Jiang Hengshu said: "No, you will be the biggest gift when you arrive."

Fu Zhen turned his head to look at Jiang Hengshu and felt that Jiang Hengshu was a little overestimating herself. Madam Jiang saw that she did not drive herself out of the house and it was considered her tolerance and love for Jiang Hengshu. This is the gift.

Jiang Hengshu chuckled lightly, put his arms around Fu Zhen's shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "I'm serious."

The warm sunlight dotted the branches of the trees, where there was still fine unmelted snow, which turned white at a glance.

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At this time, in the Eston Manor, a very luxurious wedding is going on.

It was a rare sunny day. The sky was clear and cloudless. There was a large green lawn outside Eston Manor that had just moved. Last night there was a light snowfall, leaving specks of white on the lawn. Like a flock of sheep on the grassland, the guests came here with invitations and blessings, with smiles on their faces.

Eston Manor is a building completely imitating Western architecture. The high dome depicts the colored paintings of God's creation, the surrounding arched rose windows are painted with various figures from Greek mythology, and beige Roman columns stand tall.

Guests were seated in rows in the lobby. Some of them were business celebrities and some were big names in the entertainment industry. They wanted to witness the ending of this perfect love here. In the center of the lobby was a long bridge of flowers. There is a red carpet on it, and on both sides of the hall there are screens on each side of the hall. There is a short Western love film on it. The prince and princess are naturally played by Tang Wanwan and Qin Zhao.

They did not spend much time on today's wedding. This is not only the wedding of Tang Wanwan and Qin Zhao, but also represents the faces of the Fu family and the Qin family.

The host walked to the front desk and introduced today's new couple to the guests. Then, with the clear "Concerto of Love", Fu Jianchen and Tang Wanwan came slowly from the end of the red carpet.

Tang Wanwan was wearing a long tailed white wedding dress today. Behind her were ten little flower girls helping her to drag the skirt. The snow-white veil was dragged as long as the skirt. Her face was painted with delicate makeup, overflowing with it. A happy smile, a pink bouquet in his hand, like an angel landing on earth.

Tang Wanwan's wedding is also equipped with a live broadcast. Thousands of netizens and fans are watching the happiest moments in her life and giving her best wishes.

Qin Zhao stood on the other side of the red carpet, smiling and waiting for his beautiful bride.

He fell in love with Tang Wanwan when he first saw her and couldn't help himself. They had gone through a lot of ups and downs, but fortunately, they persisted, and no one would be able to separate them in the future.

Fu Jianchen took Tang Wanwan all the way to Qin Zhao. He wanted to hand Tang Wanwan to Qin Zhao's hands. He was going to make a long speech, which was written by the secretary before. He saw After reading it twice, it was almost the same, but at this moment, he didn't have much to say, and only told Qin Zhao: "I've handed Wanwan to you. You have to treat her well."

No one noticed Fu Jianchen's abnormality. They only thought that Fu Jianchen could not bear marrying their most cherished daughter, so they seemed silent.

"I will, don't worry." Qin Zhao assured Fu Jianchen.

Fu Jianchen sent Tang Wanwan's hand to Qin Zhao's and looked at the pair of Bi people in front of him. He knew that Tang Wanwan would have his own home in the future, but there was nothing in his heart. He didn't know where this feeling came from.

Wearing a white robe, the pastor solemnly walked up to the stage and stood between the two newlyweds, letting God witness their future happy lives.

With a smile on his face, the pastor asked Qin Zhao: "Mr. Qin Zhao, bridegroom, would you like to marry this beautiful lady as your wife? Whether it is good times or bad times, wealth or poverty, health or illness, happiness or Worry, you will love her unreservedly and be loyal to her forever?"

Qin Zhao calmly looked at Tang Wanwan across from him, and replied without hesitation: "I am willing."

Then the pastor turned his head to look at Tang Wanwan, and asked Tang Wanwan the same oath: "Miss Tang Wanwan, are you willing to marry the man in front of you, whether it is good or bad, poor or rich, health or disease, Whether it is the right time or the gray-haired, you are always willing to be in love with him, never leave him, are you willing?"

Tang Wanwan pressed her mouth and smiled. She nodded, her eyes glowing, and she replied, "I do."

"God will bless you," the pastor said. "Next, ask the bride and groom to exchange rings."

Tang Wanwan stretched out his hand. Because of his excitement, Qin Zhao's hand wearing the ring for Tang Wanwan kept trembling, and the ring almost fell from his hand. Fortunately, God was watching the couple and everything was going smoothly.

Tang Wanwan behaved much calmer than Qin Zhao. She put the diamond ring on Qin Zhao's left ring finger, then raised her head and raised her lips with a smile, and whispered to Qin Zhao: "You will be my person from now on."

The couple kissed each other, the sound of music and the sound of gun salutes all around, the colorful ribbons falling all over the sky, the guests stood up and applauded, dozens of cameras recorded this scene from all angles, and the whole world seemed to be in joy. Sorrow, no pain, only the sweetness that belongs to lovers.

No one noticed that the faces of Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting who were sitting at the front, who should have smiled with blessings, were already completely lost. Their clapping hands stopped in the air, motionless, as if from A fossil from ancient times.

Fu Jianchen sat stiffly, his blood condensed at the moment Tang Wanwan kissed Qin Zhao. There were many light spots in front of him. These light spots emitted huge white light. Fu Jianchen closed his eyes, and when he opened it again When he opened his eyes, he saw countless children, one year old, two year old, three year old...They were surrounded by his knees, with two big dark eyes open, clutching his trouser legs and pulling His sleeves kept calling his father, father...

Fu Jianchen's face couldn't help showing a smile. He saw Fu Zhen, an adult, sitting on the white piano on the stage not far in front. He opened his mouth and wanted to call his name. There was no sound, he wanted to stand up and stretch out his hand to grab him, but his body was already cold as a snow sculpture.

Fu Zhen, who was sitting on the piano, finally raised his head and noticed him. The corner of his mouth slowly smiled. Fu Jianchen sat still, waiting for him to call himself Dad, and then walk towards him, so that he could do it. Caught him.

However, even his fantasies could not follow his mind. The Fu Zhen in his eyes jumped off the piano, turned and walked along the red carpet to the outside of the lively hall. He never gave alms to Fu Jianchen for half of his eyes. The huge light outside the shutter swallowed him completely, and his little Fu Zhen disappeared from his sight. From beginning to end, he never looked back.

Fu Jianchen also noticed that Fu Zhen had an injury on his left leg, so he didn't walk fast, and he was slightly lame.

After Fu Zhen left, the children on his knees gradually became transparent, and they were negligent. Soon, only the last child was left in front of him.

Fu Jianchen finally lifted his finger and wanted to touch him, but the moment his fingertip touched the child's forehead, all the illusions were shattered.

There are still flying ribbons in front of him, and there is still a noisy crowd around him, and his palm is empty, leaving only a cloud of cold and sad air.

It turns out that he didn't catch anything, it turns out that he has lost everything.

Fu Ting is not much better than Fu Jianchen. As soon as he looked up, he saw his brother sitting above the tall rose window, his legs swinging, his hands slapped with the music, as if the next moment To fall from above, Fu Ting wanted to stop this impending accident and wanted to call for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a piece of huanglian, and he lost all his voice.