Pick up a husband and take it home

Chapter 687 I Can’t Have Children Of My Own In This Life (4)

Looking at Su Wange's lifeless face, red and swollen eyes, and lips without a trace of blood, Fu Jingrong felt distressed and puzzled.

When I came back to see Wan Ge in the hospital last time, Wan Ge's spirit was not so bad. Now that her spirit is so bad, did something happen again?
"Wan Ge, how have you been recently?"

After much deliberation, Fu Jingrong didn't know how to ask Su Wange, but in the end, she could only ask this question knowingly.

Su Wange pulled herself together and nodded, "Well, everything is fine."

"What about you? Is the filming going well?"

Fu Jingrong frowned slightly, knowing that what Su Wange said was to prevent her from worrying.

She is in such a bad state of mind, how can she live well?

Fu Jingrong felt distressed, and after a while, she said, "Wan Ge, you can tell me about anything that makes you unhappy, don't keep it in your heart, it will ruin you!"

Su Wange's eyes immediately filled with tears, and she looked at Fu Jingrong with trembling lips, "I, I really can, can I talk to you?"

Seeing Su Wange crying, Fu Jingrong was affected by her emotion, and couldn't help but her eyes turned red, she nodded heavily, and said "um".

Seeing this, Mo Yihan turned around and was about to leave the ward. Seeing that there was Rong Qichu beside him standing still, his heart ached when he looked at Su Wange. Mo Yihan couldn't help frowning, stretched out his hand, and pulled the person out .

Pulling Rong Qi out of the ward, Mo Yihan loosened his clothes, went to the end of the corridor alone, unskillfully took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, Mo Yihan lit it, and put the cigarette in the With it in your mouth.

Rong Qi looked at Mo Yihan, who was swallowing clouds and mist, and said suddenly: "Is there any more? Give me one."

Mo Yihan pinched the half-smoked cigarette with his slender fingers, turned his head, glanced at Rong Qi who was about the same height as him, then took out the cigarette case and lighter from his pocket, and threw them to Rong Qi.

Rong Qi took it with both hands, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

Rong Qi had never smoked before. This time, it was his first time smoking. His movements were very unfamiliar. He almost choked after taking a puff.

Mo Yihan glanced at the man next to him indifferently, and his tone seemed to be sarcastic: "A man can't even smoke."

Rong Qi smiled, and turned back: "Not all men can smoke, and men who can't smoke are not men."

Mo Yihan let out a "huh", but did not answer.

The two were silent for a while, and Rong Qi suddenly said heavily: "What's wrong with her?"

Mo Yihan's cigarette lighting hand paused, a look of grief flashed in his eyes, and then he continued to light his cigarette calmly: "She's fine."

Because the two of them were surrounded by smoke, Rong Qi didn't see the grief flashing in Mo Yihan's eyes, and smiled: "Her emotions are obviously more sad than knowing that the child is gone." , you said nothing happened to her? Huh?"

Mo Yihan let out a long breath of smoke, but did not answer Rong Qi's words.

Rong Qi lowered his head and smiled again, then looked at Mo Yihan with a sudden smile, and said, "I already knew about Wan Wan's pregnancy."

Mo Yihan froze for a moment, turned his head abruptly, met Rong Qi's gaze, his eyes were as cold as ice, "What do you mean?"

"Remember that night when I called you and told you about Wanwan in the hospital?"

(End of this chapter)