Dyed

It is rare for Li Yunling to admit her family affairs generously in front of the media, and she also explained it patiently.

You Yingrui stood by and didn't talk much, the driver drove the car to the entrance of the shopping mall, and Li Yunling walked away quickly with You Yingrui on his arm.

After entering the car, Li Yunling glanced at the media who followed in strides, "Drive."

The two returned to Ming's house, and the things they bought from the mall happened to be delivered home.

"Has Cheng You been here?" Li Yunling asked Steward Xiao who was tidying up.

"No."

Li Yunling threw the handbag heavily on the table, "I've paved the way for you, and it takes two people to leave. With Cheng You like this, it's easy for the outside world to focus on the discord between your husband and wife."

"Mom." You Yingrui really felt aggrieved, the bruises on her wrists are still there, if she didn't wear long sleeves, how would she dare to go out.

"Chengyou refused to come and pick you up, and you were the only one who passed by by yourself. There is no other way. Do you want to spend the rest of your life in Ming's house like an old lady like me?"

You Yingrui also knew that she could hide here for a while but not forever.

After the news broadcast, there was an advertisement, but Fu Ran stared blankly at the screen. She didn't know whether to believe what Ming Chengyou said that You Yingrui was not pregnant, or whether she should believe what Li Yunling said inside.

The only thing that is certain is that if You Yingrui had a fake pregnancy, they would announce it with such fanfare, because they would just want to use a civet cat to replace the prince.

Fu Ran's eyes fell to his abdomen, and the idea of ​​taking it away two days ago became more and more blurred in his mind. Thinking that he might be handed over to others to be raised in the future, his heart couldn't stop the pain like a twitch.

Fu Ran went upstairs to change clothes and was about to go out. She didn't drive and wanted to take a walk outside.

Walking along the overhanging curb, Fu Ran vaguely felt that something was wrong. Fu Ran turned around and saw a black car staring at him 50 meters away. She hurried forward.

She should have noticed her intention to leave, so the car hit the gas pedal and chased after her. The speed of the car was not too fast, and it was almost silent when braking.

The man who got off the driver's seat walked around the front of the car and came to Fu Ran, "Miss Fu, Third Young Master asked me to come pick you up."

Fu Ran looked sideways into the car, and there was no one there. The man looked around, saw her standing still, and urged, "Miss Fu, please, the third young master said that he must take you there and let you bring your mobile phone. We need to let the family know."

Seeing that there was no one around, Fu Ran snorted coldly when such a tough man stood in front of her, he was really thoughtful.

Fu Ran bent down and got into the rear seat of the car.

The car took her to turn around at the intersection ahead, heading all the way to a top private hospital.

Now that it's all over, Fu Ran knows that there is nothing to be afraid of.

There was a nurse standing at the door to welcome her, and Fu Ran went in behind the nurse. This hospital is much more secret than the one Fan Xian took her to last time, it is not in the downtown area, and there are not many patients who avoid the hustle and bustle. .

The nurse took her to an office, raised her hand and knocked on the door, "Director Zhao, I've received it."

"Let her in."

The nurse unscrewed the door, "Please."

Fu Ran stretched out her hand and gently pushed down on the door panel. From the open angle, she first saw the man whose back was facing. In fact, she didn't need to look closely. Although she was repelled in her heart, she was familiar enough with Ming Chengyou that she could recognize it just by looking at his back.

Director Zhao raised his head, smiling all over his face, "Come on, come in."

The attitude is friendly, as if talking to someone familiar.

Ming Chengyou who was lying on the edge of the table straightened his back and turned around. Seeing that Fu Ran was still standing at the door, he simply stood up and walked over, "You..."

Without squinting, Fu Ran passed him by.

Director Zhao smiled and raised the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Sit down."

Fu Ran sat on the side of the desk, and Ming Chengyou also returned to his original seat.

Director Zhao took out a pink maternal health care booklet, "I have filled out a few items, and you can write the rest. There are still many items to be checked in the first prenatal checkup."

Ming Chengyou took out a signature pen from the pen holder and handed it to Fu Ran.

She didn't answer, and her pupils were calm, "I don't know how to fill it out, and I don't want to do any inspections."

"That's not okay," Director Zhao advised, "There are many incentives now, and regular prenatal checkups are responsible for adults and children."

Fu Ran didn't speak, but kept her eyes away from the window.

Ming Chengyou looked at her with a sullen face. He stretched out his arm and took the health book, and began to fill in the items on it.

From the corner of her eyes, Fu Ran saw Ming Chengyou's earnest and cautious expression, and the strong and powerful word Fu Ran was written on the head. When she filled in the line of pregnancy, Ming Chengyou's hands obviously stopped.

Director Zhao reminded, "It's the number of pregnancies."

He naturally knew it, and suddenly thought that this was the first child between them, the knuckles holding the pen trembled and protruded, Ming Chengyou was completely immersed in his own world, he could hear his clear breathing, rapid and chaotic, With unspeakable excitement, Ming Chengyou wrote a 1.

Fu Ran's eyes also overflowed with unbearable pain. She clenched the corners of her mouth, but found that even her teeth were trembling.

Ming Chengyou lowered his head and filled in.

Seeing that his hands stopped again, Director Zhao leaned over, looked at Fu Ran, and said, "Ask the mother-to-be about the last menstrual period."

She clenched the corners of her lips, and if she didn't speak, she would not speak.

Ming Chengyou reported a date, "This is the day when we had intercourse, and it is the only time in recent times. The child was conceived on that day."

"It's easy to handle." Director Zhao motioned him to add a number, "Today I have to do a blood test, go weigh myself, and come back to measure my blood pressure."

That day left a deep imprint on Fu Ran's heart, and it also made her experience how hell and heaven turned upside down in one night.

A sharp pain suddenly appeared on her face. Ming Chengyou hid the pain from the marriage certificate hitting her face until now. Fu Ran raised his chin, and the eyes that looked out the window were dimly pierced by the sun.

Ming Chengyou got up, Fu Ran didn't come back to his senses until his shoulder was grabbed.

After standing up, she pushed Ming Chengyou's hand away, and went to the inner room for examination.

After measuring the blood pressure, Director Zhao handed the list to Ming Chengyou, "Go to the second floor to draw blood."

Fu Ran and Ming Chengyou walked one after the other. The man deliberately slowed down, but if he walked slowly, Fu Ran was even slower than him.

When she came to the blood draw window, Fu Ran sat down on the stool, and she rolled up her cuffs and reached in.

The doctor opened the disposable packaging bag and tied her elbow tightly with a rubber band, "clench your fist."

There are several tubes next to it, and the half-finger long needles are aimed at the blood vessels on Fu Ran's arm.

Ming Chengyou suddenly stretched out his hand, covered Fu Ran's eyes with his palm, and let her back nestle into his chest, "Don't be afraid."

He still remembered the moment when she was most afraid of getting a needle.

But Fu Ran didn't want Fu Ran to break away his hand forcefully, shrinking her body to the side, her expression indifferent and alienated.

She even stared at her arm, seeing the needle piercing the blood vessel with a cold light, and the bright red blood was quickly drawn out through the tiny tube, "Do you think I'm still afraid of this pain?"

Her heart was riddled with holes, even if a needle was used to poke a hundred or a thousand holes in her body, Fu Ran would never cry out in pain.