The whole night, Mu Wanqing huddled in Yang Mufan's arms, pressing her protruding belly against his body, so that the child in her belly could truly feel Yang Mufan's body temperature and pulse.
Secretly saying in my heart: "Baby, can you feel it?! This is dad——"
It had been a long time since Mu Wanqing had slept so contentedly, sweetly, peacefully and at ease.
She had a long, very beautiful dream. She dreamed that she was wearing a white and holy wedding dress, standing in a sacred and solemn church, admiring Mufan kneeling in front of her and putting a diamond ring on her
on her ring finger, and then a deep, magnetic and mellow voice kept echoing in her ears: "Mu Wanqing, will you marry me?!"
She stared blankly at the sparkling wedding ring on her finger. She was so happy that she couldn't find the north. She wanted to reply loudly: "Yes, I do!"
However, her throat seemed to be stuck tightly by a pair of big hands and she couldn't make any sound. She just nodded excitedly, then smiled and shed tears...
…
Early the next morning, when Mu Wanqing woke up, it was still dark, and the sky was only faintly white.
Her mind was a bit stuck, and she stared at the increasingly gloomy street lights in the alley with her big, round, clear eyes, feeling at a loss what to do.
When she finally regained some consciousness, she realized that she was sleeping alone in the alley, and Yang Mufan had disappeared without a trace...
A thin layer of mist quickly formed in her eyes. She pursed her lips and muttered in an aggrieved and hurt voice: "Yang Mufan, you actually left me behind again and ran away alone..."
After struggling to stand up by holding on to the wall, Mu Wanqing felt an unbearable tingling in her temples, and her throat was dry and dry, as if she was about to burst out of fire.
Realizing that she might have caught a cold again, she was just about to go back to the rental house and go to the hospital. However, not far away, she saw in horror: the wet ground, broken glass on the ground, and soaked in bright red blood.
with...
In an instant, Mu Wanqing felt her scalp numb——
The heart was beating wildly.
After her mind went blank for a few seconds, Mu Wanqing seemed to have gone crazy, looking for Yang Mufan everywhere in panic, running wildly and shouting: "Yang Mufan, where are you?! Don't scare me, okay?! Yang Mufan, come out."
Just for a moment, let me see if you are injured, okay? Just one look is all you need, Yang Mufan, come out and let me take a look..."
…
When Mu Wanqing saw Yang Mufan again, he was squatting on the side of the road, vomiting profusely.
In the late night sky, there was a soft drizzle as soft as silk, silently.
With a pale face, Mu Wanqing walked over slowly, squatted down, and gently helped him along his back.
Seeing that he was vomiting as if his entire stomach was about to vomit, she choked with distress and asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?! Mu Fan, can you promise me not to drink anymore in the future..."
That night, Mu Wanqing hailed a taxi and asked the driver for help. The two of them worked together to get the drunk Yang Mufan into the car.
Ximen is the poorest and most backward place in the entire G City.
After Yang Mulin was dismissed from office and Yang Mufan went bankrupt, they moved to Ximen and found the most remote, simple and cheapest rental house to live in.
The advantages of being remote and simple are: first, you can avoid the entanglement of gossip reporters; second, you can avoid the upper-class people who make trouble and ridicule their ugly mouth; third, the rent is cheap.
