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Chapter 219: This Was Our Last Meeting

    

e here! I'll talk to you when I get back.My mom is emotionally unstable right now, you really shouldn't come!But none of these messages received any replies, Fu Yan Shi seemed to have suddenly disappe...Chapter 219: Our Last Meeting

"Agreed!"

Fu Jiajia's eyes widened.

She thought Fu Yan would not agree immediately.

Xu Qinghuan remained silent, watching as her younger sister was about to start chattering. Nie Zisen interrupted timely, "I'll send you back, Huanhuan. You guys chat well, and be careful not to hurt yourselves... especially the child in your belly."

He was deliberately reminding her, watching Xu Qinghuan's reaction.

If she had only said it on a whim just now, she wouldn't care about the child's safety and would be very indifferent. But if deep down in her heart she wanted to keep the child, even if it was just a fleeting thought, she would subconsciously agree.

The air hung heavy, as if frozen in time. These few seconds felt like centuries had passed.

Xu Qinghuan slowly raised her head, her voice hoarse to the point of being unrecognizable. "I... can I keep him..."

Wouldn't that mean he would be following in his mother's footsteps

She didn't even know what to do next, what about this child What would she do

“Of course, that way you'll have a blood relative in this world!” Nie Ziheng’s eyes were very sincere, like a kind next-door brother, warm and gentle, constantly using a warm heart to illuminate her, trying to make her world brighter.

Fu Jiajia also chimed in, nodding excitedly and even grabbing Xu Qinghuan's hand. "When you give birth, I'll be your godmother! Your child will definitely be especially beautiful. Oh, just thinking about it makes me want you to have him now!"

Looking at the expectant gazes of the two, Xu Qinghuan felt a strange mix of emotions in her heart. Her eyes began to sting with unshed tears.

Yes, although I lost my mother, there are still people in this world who care about me and stay by my side no matter what.

I will consider it carefully.

......

When we got back to Dongyuewan, the sky had already begun to darken.

Xu Qinghuan got off the car and subconsciously looked up at Fu Yan's residence. The lights in the living room were on, he should be waiting for her there.

His footsteps came to a halt, as if rooted to the spot, unwilling to budge.

Fu Jiajia also got off the car with her, and patted Xu Qinghuan on the shoulder, "Can you do it yourself Otherwise, I'll accompany you up!"

"No, I have to face it."

Ms. Zheng has passed away, and she is no longer a child. She can't escape reality anymore.

"So my brother and I will be waiting here for you. Give us a call if anything happens."

Xu Qinghuan twitched her lips, forcing out a smile. "He won't hurt me, don't worry. You guys are tired too, go back and rest."

But you...

"This might be the last time we see each other, Jiajia. I want to spend a little more time with him."

Now that we've gotten this far, even Fu Jiajia understands! She nods. "Well then, let's go."

Xu Qinghuan waved goodbye to their car as it drove away, then turned and went upstairs.

This time, she didn't choose to unlock the door directly with her password. Instead, she pressed the doorbell and reached out to touch the door panel when she realized the door wasn't locked at all! From the gradually opening gap, Xu Qinghuan smelled a very strong smell of alcohol.

Without a second thought, she rushed into the room.

He saw Fu Yan sitting on the carpet in front of the living room sofa, pouring glass after glass of liquor into his mouth. The coffee table was littered with cigarette butts, some still smoldering.

To my recollection, he has never been a heavy drinker, and certainly not someone who would get so drunk and out of control!

"Fu Yan shi, you're drinking like this, your stomach won't be able to handle it!"'re in love with someone.Fell in love with someone...Fu Yan ShiKe Xu Qinghuan's first reaction was that she dared not. She felt that when she looked at Fu Yan, it was like the reverence a disciple had...