My wife has always been timid

Chapter 1117 Fame is not a meal

despair.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound from upstairs, and a man in black formal attire walked out of the upstairs bedroom holding a British black staff.

The man exuded a gloomy air. With his head slightly lowered, he walked down the stairs step by step as if in a daze. Every step was so slow that even the people downstairs couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Mo Shaoqian!"

Su Qingcheng stared fiercely at the man walking down the stairs, her teeth almost biting her lips.

As if hearing her harsh voice, Mo Shaoqian came back to his senses, and slowly raised his eyelids to look at people, his eyes were full of frightening bloodshot eyes.

Even Su Qingcheng was shocked.

She stared closely at the man in front of her, trying to see something from his expression.

After a while, Mo Shaoqian opened his lips slightly, stared at her, and said in a hoarse voice calmly: "It's gone, it's gone, she jumped into the sea, and I can't find it."

what……

Su Qingcheng staggered uncontrollably, her legs became weak in an instant, and she fell down. Fortunately, Fu Xiuyuan behind her helped her in time.

"Jump, jump into the sea..."

She murmured the word over and over again, her face turned as white as a sheet of paper.

Suddenly I don't quite understand the meaning of this word.

"Miss Su, it's all their fault! Miss Dai was forced to the beach by them, and she was forced to give birth prematurely. In order to let the surname Mo save the child, Miss Dai jumped into the sea after the baby was born! They forced her ah!"

Auntie cried bitterly and pointed at Mo Shaoqian.

Since Dai Xiaochun was pregnant, she took care of her personally. Seeing a little girl gradually getting bigger, the aunt's affection for the little girl has already been as deep as her own daughter, and she is looking forward to the child in Dai Xiaochun's womb. Now a living big girl died as soon as she said she would die, and she hated the culprit very much.

There was a sound of insults, and he pointed his finger straight at Mo Shaoqian's nose, but Mo Shaoqian remained silent.

Han Zhe felt a little distressed.

Where did my master suffer this kind of grievance?

She was actually pointed at her nose by a maid and scolded in public.

"Auntie, you can't directly put the blame on us." Assistant Han looked at Fu Xiuyuan and Su Qingcheng as he spoke, and was also afraid that his master would be offended by these two, so he hurriedly explained: "Mr. Fu, Ms. Su , our master didn't want to force Miss Dai to death, our original intention was to take Miss Dai to induce labor, you also know that you can't do that in her capacity, who would have thought that she has such a strong temper, just..."

"Induction of labor? Do you think induction of labor is the way to survive? You are really living Bodhisattvas!"

Before Han Zhe could finish explaining, the auntie rushed up to scratch him with red eyes: "You bastard! Do we have to thank you! Do you know that is a life? Do you know Miss Dai? How hard is it to conceive a child? You keep describing yourself as a good person, but what you do is no different from forcing her to death!"

Swish——Han Zhe was caught off guard, and there were three marks on his face in an instant.

The nails hadn't been cut for a week at least, and the burning pain came from his face, causing Han Zhe to cover his face in pain, and the bodyguards next to him also came forward to protect him, and two of them went over to stop him Auntie.

"Speaking is talking, reasoning when things happen, how can you do it like this when you come up?"

"Bah," the aunt was furious, and spat in the other person's face: "Is there any reason to talk to you impersonal bastards? Why is it not your mother who jumped into the sea and couldn't find it!"

"You, you... shrew!"

"A shrew is better than a bunch of beasts!"

The servants of Haihai Court also have a backbone, holding back the auntie, and scolding the bodyguards at the same time, the obscure Tiweli language and Haidu dialect are verbal, and the living room is instantly noisy and chaotic.

"enough!"

Su Qingcheng couldn't bear this noisy environment anymore, her heart seemed to have a backlog of a volcano, and she roared out explosively.

Everyone was quiet now.

The bodyguards protecting Han Zhe stopped talking, and the servants of Haihaiyuan also pulled the aunts to shut their mouths, and just stood beside them honestly. The aunts held the child in one hand, and silently wiped away tears with the other hand.

At this time, even if he was sad, he didn't dare to go up and touch the bad luck of the masters.

The swaddled baby seemed to be awakened by the noisy environment, and murmured uncomfortably, which slowly sounded in the silent living room.

Su Qingcheng stared at the child in her aunt's arms in a daze, and a soreness rose to the tip of her nose in an instant.

Before her vision blurred, she quickly took her eyes away, took a deep breath, looked at the crystal lamp on the ceiling, and tried to force back the tears in her eyes.

It was a newborn baby.

But this little life was bought and preserved with another fresh life.

The flickering light of the crystal lamp stung her eyes, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes gradually darkened, as if she had passed through that afternoon, through the dimly lit carpeted corridor, and inside the KTV box.

The girl knelt on the ground shivering, and she pushed open the door and walked in.

When she pushed the door and entered, the girl kneeling on the ground seemed to raise her small face, her beautiful and charming face was full of tears, and a pair of deer-like innocent and clear eyes collided with hers.

Seemingly flustered, the girl quickly lowered her head after seeing her.

But just that one glance made her remember how the girl's house was unstained from the mud, and she silently marveled in her heart how Fengyuechang could raise such clean eyes.

It's a pity that she was in such a difficult situation at that time, and she didn't care about talking to the girl.

But who would have thought.

She couldn't say a few words, but the only sentence she uttered was heard by the girl's family.

Later, they met each other many times, and they began to walk into each other's world. She didn't dislike the girl's background, and the girl's clean eyes were enough to cleanse her heart. Unknowingly, they had integrated each other into their respective worlds and walked together. so many roads.

She still remembered that they accompanied each other and walked together in the morning sun, and the morning sun took a long look at their figures.

They were looking forward to the future in the warm sunshine, and she also said that she would be the godmother of the child in her womb, everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful.

But now?

If she had known earlier, she would not have broken into the box to save the girl that afternoon.

If she had known earlier, she would have sneered at each other when the girl showed her favor.

If she had known earlier, she would rather be scolded as cold-blooded and be a bad person than show any kindness to that girl, and let her go on such a miserable road of no return...

……

When Su Qingcheng woke up, she was lying on the bed in the Maldives bedroom, staring blankly out of the window, the strong orange sunset made her narrow her eyes uncomfortably.

She hates this picture.

Obviously the air is cold, and the sun is about to disappear soon, so why does it emit such a strong light before disappearing.

Prove it came?

what's the point?

The sun will still rise tomorrow, who cares about yesterday's sunshine?

"I... um..."

Suddenly there was a burst of low whimpering from the baby behind her, Su Qingcheng turned around in surprise, and saw a small baby in the swaddle behind her, and the small and white baby was moving unconsciously in the swaddle.

How did the child stay here with her?

Su Qingcheng got up all of a sudden, because she got up too violently, her inertia caused her to stagger several times uncontrollably.

She only remembered that during the noisy quarrel, she thought of many scenes with Dai Xiaochun, and after thinking about it, she couldn't help but fell asleep from exhaustion.

She was so tired then.

It seemed that more than half of her vitality had been taken away, making it hard for her to keep those memories.

Looking at the whimpering baby on the bed, Su Qingcheng's gaze became very soft unknowingly, and she walked over lightly.

He bent down, stretched out his little hand, and gently touched the little baby's little hand exposed outside the swaddle.

Only at this moment did she have the opportunity to take a closer look at this child who had just come into the world.

The little hands are very soft, and they are extremely fragile to the touch. She is really too thin, her wrists are so thin that they seem to break if she moves them, and her skin is so white that even the blood vessels underneath can be seen clearly.

The seven-month-old premature baby, coupled with the fact that he has been unstable in the mother's body, is now able to survive safely because of God's blessing.

"I... um... um..."

The baby's screaming sound was so clear in the evening sun, it touched people's hearts, Su Qingcheng couldn't help but picked up the baby, put it in her arms and patted it gently.

Looking at the sunset outside the window, she suddenly had a different feeling.

Isn't the strong bloom before the sunset is a grand sight?

After all, the sun does not rise every day.

Faint voices came from downstairs. Su Qingcheng carried the child to the door only to find that the bedroom door was not closed tightly. Through the crack in the door, she saw two people sitting downstairs.

Mo Shaoqian and Fu Xiuyuan.

After dismissing the bodyguards and servants, there were only two men left in the huge living room.

Cigarettes, one after another.

The whole living room was filled with the smell of smoke, and the ashtray in front of the man was full of unknown cigarette butts.

Another cigarette burned to the root.

The flickering orange light burned the man's hand, and the man seemed to regain his senses suddenly, and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray without energy.

He wanted to get another one.

A pair of big hands pressed his hand to get the cigarette case, he looked up, and Fu Xiuyuan was looking at him: "It's useless, this will never be a solution to the problem."

Solve the problem?

There's nothing left to fix now.

After being silent for a while, Mo Shaoqian still took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and smiled bitterly: "Xiuyuan, I didn't expect to force her to death, do you believe me?"

While speaking, he looked at Fu Xiuyuan with a cigarette between his hands. The lighter was lit, and the smoke slightly blurred his face.

But in the afternoon, the man seemed to be a lot older and haggard, with a lot of scum on his chin, and bloodshot eyes, he looked like an old man who was about to enter middle age.

Believe?

Fu Xiuyuan didn't say a word, but just stared at the bitterness on Mo Shaoqian's lips, with deep and sharp eyes, wanting to see some other hidden emotions through this thing.

Mo Shaoqian was still saying: "I just want to take her to induce labor. You also know her background. If she really gave birth to that child, it will not only ruin me, but also the reputation of the entire Mo family..."

reputation?

Fu Xiuyuan frowned slightly when he heard this ridiculous word, but he didn't make any comments on his thoughts.

He just said: "It has nothing to do with me whether you believe it or not, it's your business."

Mo Shaoqian looked at him upon hearing this.

It seems that he didn't expect a good brother to say that.

He just laughed.

"That's right." He sighed, with a more or less bad attitude, and said pointedly: "You have always been a person who doesn't meddle in other people's business. Your emotions and desires only exist on Su Qingcheng. If it weren't for Su Qingcheng Protect her, you won't interfere in this matter at all."

Fu Xiuyuan: "Yes."

I don't even bother to hide it.

He does everything because Su Qingcheng is doing it, why dare not admit it?

Is he afraid that others will say that he is worthless?

Not afraid.

He doesn't care at all.

Just follow the girl you like and help her do everything she wants.

It's like what Mo Shaoqian said about fame.

Does fame matter?

It never mattered to him.

Everyone in the city knows how the young lady of the Su family became so miserable outside.

Everyone thought that their Fu family would withdraw their engagement, even if it was for the sake of Fu's reputation, they couldn't let a poor daughter who was unmarried and wanted to elope with someone to come in and become her future mother.

However, he wants to.

He still wants it, as obsessed with life and death.

He was never afraid of what people said.

Fame is nothing, he just follows his own heart, loves and protects the girl he loves.

Fu Xiuyuan supported his head with one hand, looked at his long-time friend beside him who seemed to be trapped in love-hate entanglement, and said softly: "You are right, there is no need to blame yourself, you just don't love her, blame her wishful thinking, wanting to be with you Strive for a position around you."

"You think so too?" Mo Shaoqian looked at him as if grasping at a straw.

Seeing this, Fu Xiuyuan just let out a cold sneer: "I haven't finished talking yet, I personally think that you don't need to blame yourself now, but one day, you will regret it."

"what……"

Mo Shaoqian didn't quite understand why his good brother would say that, he stood there stunned with the cigarette in his hand, his eyes were so blinded by the smoke that he didn't even know how to blink.

"Third, you overlooked one thing."

Fu Xiuyuan looked at him indifferently, and his tone was always steady: "One thing you didn't find out, just like what you said, you didn't intend to kill Dai Xiaochun, but your behavior, even from your mouth Every sentence, every word, is pushing her into Lord Yan's hands."

Mo Shaoqian's face turned pale slightly, and his haggard face became even more embarrassing.

Fu Xiuyuan continued to ask: "Since Dai Xiaochun got close to you, have you really only hated her and not had any other emotions?"

"No."

Unexpectedly, Mo Shaoqian answered this sentence very decisively, as quickly as if he had answered it countless times before, reflexively conveying the resistance from his bones.

Fu Xiuyuan was silent for two seconds, then nodded.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much."

He got up and planned to go upstairs.

Mo Shaoqian was still sitting in the distance, but his expression was more embarrassing than before. Looking at Fu Xiuyuan who went upstairs, his expression was as dark as the deep sea.

Suddenly Fu Xiuyuan paused.

Stopping on the stairs, Fu Xiuyuan looked down at Mo Shaoqian from above, and said, "Don't take reputation too seriously. Fame can't be eaten, and it won't let you live a second longer in this world; on the contrary, It will cost you a lot, a lot."