Marry ex-boyfriend his uncle

The atmosphere in the study room suddenly became a little tit for tat, and indeed it was.

Ever since Lu Hongzhuo knew that Fan Sucheng was going to have thoughts about Zhou Ling, he kept stopping him.

Tell him again and again that Zhou Ling is still a child, not the kind of person who will let him go.

Lu Hongzhuo could tell that Zhou Ling liked Fan Sucheng, no matter what his liking for Fan Sucheng was, the starting point was that Fan Sucheng saved him.

In Lu Hongzhuo's view, Fan Sucheng, the brother they grew up with, has the best looks. In recent years, many men and women have chased after him.

He played very well in the early years. Although he didn't let people get close, the gameplay was exciting and blood was seen every time. When others played in bed in the end, he played with other people's lives.

Although he has restrained a lot in the past two years, his inferiority is still there.

Although he has gradually changed for Zhou Ling in many aspects, Lu Hongzhuo feels that this change is not enough to explain anything.

What made Lu Hongzhuo worry about it was that he had never taken the most transparent practical action.

He forced Zhou Ling almost to death twice, and Fan Sucheng didn't give Zhou Ling any explanation for this matter.

As for why Lu Hongzhuo has been defending Zhou Ling in all aspects, there is indeed a reason.

"Then what do you think? I like him? It's true that I like him. I really like him. How? You shot my head off with a gun?!"

Lu Hongzhuo said what he thought in his heart openly. After he said that he liked Zhou Ling, Fan Sucheng's sharp eyes suddenly became more murderous.

At this time, Lu Hongzhuo was no longer as gentle as usual, he didn't feel any fear when he met Fan Sucheng's murderous eyes, instead he smiled provocatively at Fan Sucheng.

She gave him a middle finger, and then disdained to talk more in front of him, then turned her head and walked towards the door of the study, her footsteps were heavier than ever.

"Where to go, I haven't said yet," Fan Sucheng saw that the person was about to leave, but he didn't get an explanation, so he had to speak out to keep the person back, and he had to get the answer he wanted.

Lu Hongzhuo pinched the handle of the door of the study room, walked out of the door without making a move, slammed the door shut, and walked out without looking back.

He looked back at Fan Sucheng, opened his mouth a few times, and then scratched his hair irritably.

Fan Sucheng seldom saw Lu Hongzhuo, and there were some actions that expressed the irritability in his heart, thinking that he would not tell him, but Lu Hongzhuo still said it.

"He...is very similar to my brother, that's what he said. If you short-circuit your brain next time, just tell me and punch you twice."

Lu Hongzhuo left with a feeling of irritability, and the door of the study was slammed by him with a loud bang.

He left the study, Fan Sucheng, who was still in the study, seemed to be infected by Lu Hongzhuo, he also rubbed his forehead irritably.

I don't know what's going on these two days, it seems that everything is not right, things are not going on the development path he thought in his heart, and they are constantly shifting.

Fan Sucheng looked at the things displayed on the computer, and then pressed the password to lock the file.

In the past two days, he only went into Zhou Ling's room to look at him when he was asleep. As for resting at night, he just took a simple rest in the study these two days.

He seems to be suffering from a disease now, as long as he leaves Zhou Ling, he can't fall asleep even when he wants to sleep.

When he was resting next to Zhou Ling, he felt that he was upset, and he couldn't calm down even looking at the sleeping person next to him.

Fan Sucheng looked at the time, it was already noon, he sat in his seat and thought for a while, then stood up and walked outside the door,

At this time, Zhou Ling was already taking a nap, and now he was awake for a short time every day, and spent most of his time sleeping.

When Fan Sucheng opened the study door, he wanted to go to Zhou Ling's bedroom.

It was discovered that Sun Ruiyi, who was on the first floor before, had already walked to the second floor, and he was in the room opposite the master bedroom on the second floor.

"Are you done?" Sun Ruiyi stood in front of the door, heard movement behind him, then looked back, and found that Fan Sucheng closed the door of the study and came out.

Seeing him looking at himself, he explained: "Didn't you let me choose a room to live in? I saw a master bedroom downstairs and asked my aunt. She said, that's what you used to rest before, so I'll go to it." Check out the second floor."

There are four rooms on the second floor of the villa. One of the master bedrooms was used for Fan Sucheng and Zhou Ling to rest together, but now Zhou Ling occupies it alone.

The other three rooms, one is the study room, the other is where Fan Sucheng intends to use for Zhou Ling to put some of his painting work, and the other is for fitness.

The room that Sun Ruiyi was about to open was where Zhou Ling put some of his painting tools, and there were already two paintings that Zhou Ling had drawn in it.

The fitness room on the second floor is full of fitness tools, and it is impossible to use it as Sun Ruiyi's room.

"There is no spare room upstairs, let Auntie clean it up for you, and live in the master bedroom downstairs."

"But isn't that where you lived before?" Sun Ruiyi looked at Fan Sucheng with some doubts.

"Let Auntie tidy up for you," Fan Sucheng didn't say anything else, his tone was very sure.

Sun Rui thought that his attitude was very persistent, so he nodded obediently, then left from the door and went downstairs.

Sun Ruiyi went downstairs, Fan Sucheng turned around and walked to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor, the moment the door opened, he had already taken off his shoes on his own initiative.

Walked into the room lightly, as he expected, Zhou Ling was already asleep at this time.

He slept in a somewhat uncomfortable position, with his back leaning against the head of the bed, and there was a quilt beside his legs, all of which were some line drawings he had drawn with a pencil.

Half of them have already been painted, and there is a box of oil paints that has been opened and dripped directly on the carpet, staining the carpet.

Fan Sucheng walked over quietly, gently removed the pencil from his hand, and tidied up the paintings on his lap.

Then she hugged him again and put him gently on the bed to fall asleep.

He knew the most comfortable position for Zhou Ling to sleep with a big belly, so he gently put two pillows on his back.

Zhou Ling frowned uncomfortably because of Fan Sucheng's actions, and then twisted his body.

Putting his stomach on a pillow that Fan Sucheng raised up for him, he relaxed his brows.

He entered Zhou Ling's room at night for the past two days, and because of the night light, many things in the room were unreal.

If I look at it during the day, I find that many things in the room have changed.

The stool that was placed on the side of the bed before has now gone to the balcony and is placed in front of the recliner.

As for the curtains that smelled of sunlight, a small half of them blocked the sunlight before and were not completely opened, but now they are opened generously, and the sunlight will shine on the side of the bed.

Even the clothes hanger placed not far from the door of the room was taken to the balcony outside.

There were two thin pajamas hanging on the hanger, and when the wind blew, the pajamas also swayed with the wind.

Fan Sucheng suddenly felt very strange to this room, because he could feel that this room was full of Zhou Ling's way of life.

Even the air in the room carries the unique gentleness of this person.

Leaving from this room, the ones outside the door are completely different from those in this room, which made Fan Sucheng feel more uncomfortable in his heart.

The feeling of fidgeting that constantly reminded him now told him that he could clearly detect such a breath because the owner of the room had isolated him from the outside.

"Just now, I had a quarrel with Lu Hongzhuo in the study. Without you to persuade him to make peace, he almost attacked me just now. Although he didn't call me a fool to my face,

But I have already felt it from his eyes, and he must be scolding me constantly in my heart. I just asked him why he keeps preventing me from approaching you.

You obviously have nothing to do with each other, but he defends you so much in every way, so I have to make some other guesses. Do you think I'm stupid too? "

When Fan Sucheng spoke, he didn't dare to approach the head of the bed, because he was afraid that Zhou Ling would hear him.

When he affirmed this idea in his heart, he also felt that he had become so ridiculous for the first time.

"I thought about... restoring our relationship to... a long time ago, but because of human desires, I was not allowed to do so.

I can't accept that any one person will appear by your side in the days to come. As a partner, just thinking about it... won't work. "

"But what he said to me before also reminded me that you are alone... and not mine alone."

Fan Sucheng sat on the carpet, he looked at the thin air-conditioning quilt, a very prominent place,

While he kept muttering to himself, he quietly reached out and touched his soft belly through the quilt.

I put my palm on that spot and stroked it, just when I was about to pick it up.

Suddenly, he felt that the piece of skin under his palm was kicked by something with a small force.

Because of this movement, Fan Sucheng suddenly became serious and calm at first, and he judged in his heart that Zhou Ling's health would not have any problems now.

When the second thought flashed out of his mind, it was as if a layer of shell had been peeled off his whole being.

After the shell of seriousness and calmness fell off, he became stupidly stunned, his eyes lit up, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Dr. Bai told him a lot about Zhou Ling's pregnancy, and he had read a lot of books about it, so he knew that movements like this were called fetal movements.

What surprised him even more was that Zhou Lingman still had more than a week to complete his calculations, and he was only five months old. Generally speaking, children did not show any obvious signs of fetal movement until they were five months old.

Now that five months have not yet arrived, he feels this obvious sign of a 'greeting'.

At that moment, Fan Sucheng's heart became very soft, and he couldn't hold anything in his heart.

There is only this person in front of him, and the unborn little life in his belly.