The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

Shui Anluo suddenly looked up and looked at the passing pedestrians, but there was an additional trembling under his heart.

Fengfeng?

The person next to her was Fengfeng.

However, Feng Feng had already sealed the sword.

"How come?" Shui Anluo said incredulously.

"The passive surgeon is Qi Rou's father, and the surgeon is Feng Feng."

Chu Cuiyi said, Shui Anluo was not talking.

Feng Feng, so just left when he heard that sentence.

He is a divine doctor, but because Qi Rou, he sealed the knife.

How could he re-grab the scalpel for Qiao Yaruan's father this time.

"Is there no way?" Shui Anluo whispered, praying with a little bit.

Chu Jiyi hit the table finger slightly, "We can't help it."

The autumn wind swept across Shui'anluo's ears, with a bitter cold.

She was distressed by Qiao Yaruan, but she didn't know what to do?

Shui Anluo hung up the phone and looked up at the sky. The air in City D was much better than A, but Shui Anluo felt depressed. How could she tell Qiao Yaruan?

Feng Feng's love for Qiao Yaruan is one thing, but asking him to pick up the scalpel again for Qiao Yaruan's father is another thing.

And Feng Feng left, this is the best answer he gave.

He refused and refused to rescue Qiao Yaruan's father.

Chu Cuiyi looked at the hung up phone, then looked down at the dumb adorable son, his brows frowned.

The little baby didn't understand anything, looked at Daddy frowning, followed by frowning, a small face turned into a small bun face.

Shui Anluo returned to the ward. Qiao Yaruan's mood had eased, and he looked back at Shui Anluo: "What did President Chu say?"

"Ya Ruan, that person may--" Shui Anluo slightly pursed her lips, but didn't know what to say.

"Is he?" Qiao Yaruan said suddenly, and she had guessed some when Feng Feng had just left.

Shui Anluo nodded.

"I'm looking for him," Qiao Yaruan said, turning to go to him.

"Ya Ruan." Shui Anluo suddenly called out and stopped Qiao Yaruan who was going out. "He may not help you."

Qiao Yaruan turned to look at Shui Anluo with a puzzled expression: "What do you mean?"

Shui Anluo clasped her hands in front of her. If it wasn't for this matter, she would never take the initiative to talk to Qiao Yaruan about it.

But at this stage of the matter, if she didn't say that Qiao Yaruan went to Fengfeng, Fengfeng would only refuse, and it might not be just as simple as rejecting.

Rather than let Feng Feng tell the story to Qiao Yaruan in anger, and let Qiao Yaruan be harmed in front of him, she would rather tell her now.

By then, Qiao Yaruan's decision whether to go to Fengfeng was her own decision.

Shui Anluo thought, the clasped hands finally slowly released, looking up at Qiao Yaruan, "He won't help you, because he did it," Shui Anluo said, taking a deep breath , And then spoke word by word: "He gave up medicine for Sister Qi Rou."

Qi Rou, An Qi Rou.

That midnight dream is the name in her dream.

"He was Sister Qi Rou's boyfriend. At that time, Sister Qi Rou's heart was cut and he was not rescued, so he has never touched the scalpel since then." Shui Anluo said dumbly.

Qiao Yaruan's feet were soft. If it weren't for the door behind her, she might have fallen to the ground.