"That's impossible. You are a man and you won't understand the hardship of a woman's pregnancy, and you won't know the feeling of being connected to your child's blood. And if you are me, you will know how outrageous we were wrong in this matter. In fact, it's not just you, but I'm also sorry for this child."

The reason why Shi Sangluo was unwilling to have any entanglements with Fu Chengyuan was because he was ashamed and he was unwilling to repeat the painful considerations of the past, but there was no one around her who could listen to her saying these words.

Yu Jie is her best friend, so the two of them naturally talk about everything, but she doesn't want each other to be sad, so she can only force her to smile.

Now that Fu Chengyuan is accomplice, Shi Sangluo can finally unravel the old wounds in his heart by himself.

"I am the child's mother, but until he left, I didn't realize that he had existed. When I knew all this, I could only feel him by recollection. I was clearly connected with him and was the closest person in this world." She said, and couldn't help but think of her mother again.

My mother was so kind to her. Even if she worked so hard, she still raised her up, raised her food and clothing, provided her with school, and taught her the principles of being a human being. But she was neither a qualified daughter nor a qualified mother.

Fu Chengyuan spoke without warning: "This is not your fault."

He interrupted Shi Sangluo's memories, which made her startle and then asked with red eyes: "What did you say?"

"I said it was not your fault." Fu Chengyuan said seriously again.

If he was really awake now, he would never dare to repeat it again when he saw that Sang Luo was feeling like this, but now he was sinful and his words were driven by instinct. He thought so in his heart and said so in his mouth.

"How could this be not my fault?" Shi Sang Luo couldn't let go of his self-blame, "If I had discovered his existence earlier and went to check my body earlier, he would not have left. He would have resented me."

"No." Fu Chengyuan didn't know where he came from, "If your fate is not over, he will definitely come back to find you."

Fu Chengyuan woke up from a split headache. He looked at the ceiling in front of him and realized that he was lying on the sofa in the living room of the villa rather than in the bar booth.

It seems that someone sent him back.

Fu Chengyuan's memory was still stuck in the bizarre lights in the bar. He was too shocked and sad, and his worldview was almost shattered. So he could only choose the most primitive method to drink to relieve his sorrows. As a result, he naturally became more and more sad and even his memory was broken.

The headache after the hangover was stronger than ever. He barely sat up with the armrest of the sofa, feeling dizzy, and the sky and the earth were spinning.

The housekeeper temporarily put down the work at hand, took out a bowl of soup from the kitchen and said, "Mr. Fu, you are awake, this is sober soup."

"What time is it now?" Fu Chengyuan asked, rubbing his temples.

It seems that I have forgotten something very important, but I just can't remember it for the time being, so it's better to take care of what's in front of me first.

The housekeeper had just arrived at work not long ago and glanced at the clock and said, "Mr. Fu, it's already 9:30."

Today is Monday. Fu Chengyuan realized that he was going to be completely late. He wanted to sit up and go to work with a carp. He had a big headache. He could only touch his cell phone and call Secretary Zhu and tell her that he was going to work from home today.

The itinerary was prepared in advance, and Secretary Zhu took the initiative to ask: "Mr. Fu, will the afternoon inspection work be cancelled?"

According to the original plan, Fu Chengyuan will go to the construction site with Shisangluo on Monday to inspect the progress of the second phase of the film and television city project. If he can't go, he will have to find someone from the company to take over.

"No, this is not necessary, I'll go in person." Fu Chengyuan made the decision without hesitation.

Secretary Zhu asked again: "Do you need to arrange a doctor for you? You were very drunk last night."

She described the scene at that time with a realistic view, but Fu Chengyuan cleared his throat awkwardly: "No need."

After a brief silence, he could not suppress his curiosity and asked again: "Who sent me home last night?"

Fu Chengyuan always felt that he had met Shi Sangluo last night and said a lot to her, but after getting up this morning, he didn't even see her figure, which made him wonder.

He rationally knew that it was a dream, but at the same time, Sang Luo's feeling of speaking was so real that he couldn't help but want to believe that it was actually something that had happened.

"It's me and Xiao Chen." Secretary Zhu said the truth.

Fu Chengyuan couldn't hide his disappointment and said, "I understand."

It seems that what happened last night was indeed a dream. Shi Sangluo avoided him, so how could he go to the bar to pick him up? Especially after he learned about the child, he didn't even dare to have the idea of ​​being self-indulgent.

Secretary Zhu changed his mind and gave him hope: "When Xiao Chen and I sent you home, Secretary Shi was there too."
Chapter completed!