Chapter 172 Congratulations, your lover is pregnant
Shi La——
Feng Shuo pushed the sofa away violently. He walked forward, stared at Song Xiaotian, and said coldly, "Song Xiaotian, don't get too carried away!"
"Captain Feng, am I being too proud, or are you being overbearing? The public's eyes are sharp, you can find someone to judge. I followed the rules and came to the compound to look for someone. If they weren't there or it was inconvenient to meet, I had no complaints.
"But you were the first to strike! I think you're the one who got carried away!"
Song Xiaotian also stood up, met Feng Shuo's gaze, moved forward provocatively, and sneered.
This laugh made everyone around alert.
This is too blatant!
Comrade Song clearly wants to go against Feng Shuo!
Seeing that the situation was not right, Political Commissar Zhang wanted to ask Feng Shuo to leave first to prevent things from getting out of control.
But Feng Shuo's fist swung again -
There was a burning rage in his heart that had broken through his rationality and lost its shackles. He just wanted to knock the shameless man in front of him to the ground.
"Feng Shuo!"
It happened in the blink of an eye!
The door of the room suddenly opened, and a petite figure rushed in from outside, ran straight in front of Feng Shuo, opened her arms, and blocked Song Xiaotian.
call out--
The fist stopped abruptly in mid-air, and the wind from the palm blew up the loose hair on Zhu Yunyao's temples.
The anger on Feng Shuo's face had not subsided, but there was an obvious flash of panic in his eyes, and he was so nervous that his voice changed.
"Why are you here? Who asked you to come?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Lu Chen next to him, and Lu Chen waved his hands repeatedly.
Political Commissar Zhang cleared his throat nearby: "I asked Xiao Zhu to come here. Aren't they here to see Comrade Xiao Zhu?"
Feng Shuo clenched his back teeth, and the veins in his temples bulged.
Zhu Yunyao tilted her little face up, her eyes washed by water, filled with disbelief. After a long while, she looked away, pursed her lips lightly, and shook her head.
She turned around and looked at Song Xiaotian. Noticing the bruises on his face and the blood mark under his nose, she frowned. "I'm sorry for getting you into trouble. You came to see me? Is there something wrong?"
Song Xiaotian looked around and smiled at Zhu Yunwei: "It's not convenient here. Let's talk outside."
Zhu Yunwei nodded: "Okay."
As she spoke, she moved aside to make some space for Song Xiaotian and let him go out first.
She followed closely behind, ready to leave.
Feng Shuo grabbed her wrist and said, "Ahhh..."
Zhu Yunying didn't look up and pushed him away.
Seeing this situation, no one present dared to say a word.
…
Zhu Yunying accompanied Song Xiaotian out of the medical building and walked to the lawn outside.
She stopped, keeping a safe distance from the person, and was a little wary.
"Master Song, why are you here? Is there something urgent?"
Song Xiaotian lowered his eyes, watching her retreating steps. His eyes darkened, but he quickly regained his composure and explained, "Your brother left you a letter before he left. There were thunderstorms a few days ago, and I didn't see you in town. I happened to be free today, so I delivered it to you."
Zhu Yunying took the envelope.
"Thank you for your hard work, Master Song. If it's just a letter, you can just hand it over to the soldier on duty at the post."
"Do you think I'm asking for this? He was the one who attacked me first, without knowing right or wrong! You're being too protective of me."
Song Xiaotian shook his head helplessly and shrugged, "Sorry, I overstepped my bounds. I just think he doesn't look like a good match for you."
Zhu Yunying looked at him quietly, without any expression.
Song Xiaotian was silent for a moment, and finally said seriously: "He seems to have a bad temper. It's not easy for you to marry far away alone. The batch of goods we worked on before sold very well. I also made a lot of money from it. Since I owe you a favor, I naturally have to stand on your side."
"Goodbye, Master Song."
Zhu Yunwei nodded at him and raised her hand to indicate the direction to leave.
Song Xiaotian glanced past Zhu Yunying and saw that the windows on that floor of the medical building behind her were crowded with heads watching the excitement.
He smiled gracefully, as if saying goodbye to a close friend: "Goodbye."
After Zhu Yunying and the others left, he lowered his head and opened the envelope.
The paper brick used was specially made for Haicheng University. On it were written six Beijing addresses, with only streets and no house numbers, and a date at the end.
Calculating the date, it will be about three months later.
After counting the number of addresses again, Zhu Yunying realized that Director Jiang must have specially left her the information of several families in Beijing.
There are seven in total, and one is missing, which happens to be Director Jiang himself who has been transferred to Haicheng University.
She weighed the thin piece of letter in her hand, but it felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds.
It should be that after Xiao Wu handed the information to him, he reported it to Director Jiang. He guessed that he might go and strive for the martyr qualification himself, so he left the information.
It rained heavily those days and the compound was under martial law, so Xiao Wu couldn't get in and had to ask Song Xiaotian for help.
When Zhu Yunying thought of Song Xiaotian, she became even more alert.
This person is so unruly.
Can't have deep friendships.
No one expected him to stand up for themselves, but instead he appeared as a defender, which in this era only attracted rumors.
Thinking of this, her expression turned cold.
…
In the medical building.
Feng Shuo stood by the window, watching Song Xiaotian hand an envelope to Zhu Yunying and leave while talking and laughing, his fists hanging at his sides clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds.
"Brother Shuo, I don't think there's any problem! Look, my sister-in-law and that guy are quite far apart, and they don't seem to be very close at all."
"Yes, Feng Shuo. I just asked someone to find out. This Song Xiaotian runs a tailor shop in town and occasionally helps out with the guesthouse business. Maybe Xiao Zhu went to make clothes, or stayed at the guesthouse when he joined the army, and left something behind. He put it in an envelope and handed it over?"
Lu Chen and Political Commissar Zhang used their imagination to try to smooth things over.
Feng Shuo turned around, gave them both a cold look, said nothing, and prepared to walk out.
"Brother Shuo..."
Lu Chen was a little worried about Feng Shuo's current attitude of keeping strangers away, and was afraid that he would go back and quarrel with his sister-in-law again.
Political Commissar Zhang bluntly said, "Feng Shuo, think carefully! In the Luo Weiguo incident, if you had shown more mercy, you wouldn't have sent him back to the capital for investigation. Too much is as bad as too little, understand?"
Feng Shuo held his breath, the corners of his mouth twitching, but without a smile, he snorted coldly: "My wife is about to run away, how can there be any more than enough!"
After saying that, he strode away.
While walking down the stairs, he tried hard to recall the scene where Zhu Yunying appeared, took Song Xiaotian away, and then stood on the grass and chatted.
It is indeed not close, and even a little distant.
At least, it seemed that his concubine didn't want to pay any attention to Song Xiaotian.
Otherwise, she would not keep such a safe distance from Song Xiaotian.
I wouldn't deliberately stop to talk on the grass in front of the building, just to let others be witnesses...
But there was one thing that Zhu Yunyao had not expected.
She didn't seem to expect that Song Xiaotian would send her a letter...
Where did the letter come from?
We have already met, why send a letter?
Who wrote this letter?
If it wasn’t Song Xiaotian, who else could it be?
He was the one who went to the state-owned restaurant with her and then went back to the guesthouse...
Feng Shuo stopped and leaned against the cold wall, feeling a pain in his heart.
"Captain Feng, please wait a moment!"
He heard the dean's anxious shout from behind him. Feng Shuo turned his head and saw his hurried look, and his rationality began to return. He was originally looking for the dean.
I need to ask the dean to come over and testify that I really have the disease of sterility...
Unexpectedly, the dean ran up to him and handed him a medical report, saying cheerfully, "The medical report I gave Comrade Zhu before was more comprehensive. Congratulations, your wife is pregnant!"
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