Tick-tock——
Water droplets dripped down the showerhead, landing right on the woman's white back.
Feng Tingting opened her eyes with a few flicks of her butterfly-wing eyelashes, revealing a pair of beautiful red pupils. He found that the place where he woke up was the bathtub in his own bathroom. The originally warm water had now become bone-chillingly cold.
She picked up a bunch of hair soaked in the water with her right hand and looked at the face reflected in the water, showing a rare expression of ignorance and confusion.
When did you fall asleep...and had such a strange dream...is it...do you want to convey something to me?
Or are you still unwilling...
As if sensing something, the meditating woman's eyes suddenly changed, and with a wave of her hand, the water in the bathtub instantly turned into several sharp swords, which were fired towards the closed bathroom door.
Bang bang bang...
After several loud noises, the door broke into several pieces, and Feng Tingting walked barefoot towards the outside of the bathroom.
Outside the door, Yin Cuo stood in the living room with a guilty look on his face, and there were several deep cracks on the floor in front of him that had been created by the water blade just now.
"It's you?"
"Ahem..." Yin Cuo coughed awkwardly. "it's me."
"You're back, why don't you come in? What are you doing sneakily?" Feng Tingting straightened her long, dripping hair and said in a deep voice.
"No..." Yincuo hid his hands behind his back and took a few steps back. Naturally, he couldn't hide from the other party's eyes with his concealing appearance.
"What are you hiding?"
"Nothing." Yincuo took another step back.
Seeing him like this, Feng Tingting just glanced at him and asked, "Have you found anyone yet?"
"I have searched all over City C, but I still haven't found that woman. The smelly Taoist priest disappeared with her. These two people will not really die at the hands of that man."
Seeing that the other party no longer pursued the matter, Yin Cuo's expression immediately relaxed, and he picked up his lost oral habit.
"Hmph, if that's the case, it would have saved me a lot of effort."
Feng Tingting snorted coldly, and then said again.
"Counting the days, it's time for her to come back. Just put down the matter of finding someone for now. It's time to prepare for that."
She said as she turned to leave.
"Yes." Yin Cuo responded. After watching her leave, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on his face. He tightened his grip on the bath towel hidden behind his back, feeling secretly ashamed:
How can I persuade her to dress well at home?
...
On the snowy rooftop.
A blond man in military uniform was sitting cross-legged on the rooftop, with heavy goose-feather snow falling on him. From a distance, he seemed to be wearing a white coat.
But the man didn't feel the cold at all. His hands were just rubbing the whip repeatedly, and his movements were as gentle as if he were stroking his beloved.
It won't be long... we will meet soon...
…
"Alan, it's snowing."
At the same time, Cuifu Mountain was in the Murong family's courtyard.
Feng Yu stood by the balcony, standing on tiptoes and trying to catch a snowflake with his hands.
This small move made the servant next to her scream in surprise, and he quickly pulled her away from this dangerous place, half persuading and half pulling her away.
Feng Yu sat down next to Murong Ranchun unhappily and complained: "Mother Wu and the others are making too much fuss."
Hearing this, Murong Yuchun looked away from the screen, patted her hand and comforted her: "It's okay to be careful. After all, you are not alone now. The doctor said that the first three months were more dangerous. . If you want to see snow, after this period of time, we will go to Reneka to stay for a while. "
Reneka is a city covered with snow all year round. The city is famous for its ice and snow tourism.
Although she was comforted, Feng Yu still felt aggrieved. She pursed her lips and wanted to say something more. The servant on the side had already come over to remind her that it was time to go to bed.
"Hey, Ma Wu, I'm not very sleepy yet."
Feng Yu smiled coquettishly at the middle-aged woman with her head coiled aside. What I got was a gentle yet distant reply from the other party:
"Madam, don't be willful. Going to bed early is helpful for the brain development of the fetus. When the old lady was pregnant with Brother Chun, she went to bed after dark."
This is completely nonsense. The mood of pregnant women is obviously more important. What kind of weird idea is this?
Feng Yu cursed in her heart, but her reason kept her silent. She looked at Murong Ranchun, who had completely focused on the computer screen and showed no sign of speaking for her. She could only sigh silently in her heart and followed Wu's mother out of the living room.
…
The night is already deep.
The only sound left in the living room was the sound of Murong Yuchun clicking the mouse.
Click on a file, browse through it quickly, close it, and then click on another file.
He repeated this almost mechanical movement all night, not because he was bored, but because he was looking for some important information.
A few months ago, Murong Ranchun carefully avoided the eyes and ears of ancestor Murong and searched for information about their family from all over the world. The hard work paid off. After many investigations, he finally got an astonishing secret from a mysterious man.
And now he is just confirming the correctness of this secret.
The simple wall clock on the wall rang three times again. Murong Ranchun looked at the words on the screen, his heart sank to the bottom, and a huge sadness and fear surged into his heart.
After repeatedly confirming that the content was correct, Murong Ranchun tremblingly closed the file and completely shredded it.
Looking at the huge message with completely deleted information, Murong Ranchun's mood temporarily calmed down.
He sent a ticket purchase message to his assistant, then closed the computer and left the living room.
However, before Murong Ranchun could take two steps, he felt a huge pain in his heart.
It's like this again... I have to go back quickly...
He staggered a few steps, held on to the wall, and walked forward with difficulty.
Obviously the small living room was only a few steps away from his bedroom, but to him it seemed as far away as the end of the world.
After spending half an hour, Murong Ranchun stopped by the bed in the bedroom.
Feng Yu had fallen asleep long ago. Murong Villa had its own heating system. This temperature might be a bit too hot for pregnant women. The quilt had long been kicked under the bed, and she was only covered with a thin blanket. His breathing rose and fell slowly.
Murong Ranchun endured the pain in her heart, sat down, slowly lifted her thin blanket, and looked at her intently for a long time...
after an hour……
Murong Ranchun, who had returned to normal, carried the cleaned Feng Yu back to bed. She was sleeping soundly, but after being disturbed by him, she just complained in a low voice and continued to sleep.
What she didn't notice was that after she fell asleep, Murong Ranchun silently looked at her unbulged belly for a long time.
