Chapter 173 Keep Lying to Yourself
Feng Shuo held a light piece of paper, stunned as a wooden chicken, his heart pounding like a drum.
The dean thought he was too excited and was stunned.
He also kindly reminded her, "The hormone concentration in your blood is already very high, so you've probably been pregnant for some time. However, this indicator alone cannot determine the month of pregnancy. You can go back and calculate it. If you're two or three months pregnant, you can come over and listen to the heartbeat to check the situation."
Feng Shuo responded mechanically, folded the inspection report into a square and put it in his pocket.
"Does anyone else know?"
He looked up at the dean, his eyes somewhat blank and empty.
The dean was also stunned and shook his head: "No! Of course, this kind of thing is only told to you and your wife. Be a little careful in the first three months, don't do strenuous work, and keep a happy mood, which is conducive to eugenics."
"Yeah, I remember."
Feng Shuo nodded and turned to leave.
He walked out of the medical building, crossed the grass, and stamped on the grass where Song Xiaotian had stood, walking away with his fists clenched in indignation.
There is a conflict between my conscience and my desires.
A little man was waving a flag to celebrate, he and Yaoyao finally had a child!
Another little man was suffering in the heavy rain, shivering, I'm sure the mother and child were safe.
Feng Shuo walked briskly to the fork in the road in front of the courtyard and suddenly stopped.
How could he go back and face Zhu Yunwei?!
Should he pull the dean over to explain his infertility and prove to her that the medicines were used to treat the disease?
But the director said that he could not determine the month of the fetus and asked them to calculate it themselves first.
If, I figured it out, I was pregnant before I even started treatment...
He won't have any thoughts, but will Yaoyao accuse him again?
Suddenly, the courtyard house just a few steps away became awkward, and he didn't even dare to go in.
After standing there for a while, he decided to deal with another matter first.
Taking the keys, he drove out of the jeep and headed towards the town to meet Song Xiaotian again.
I went to the tailor shop first, and the wooden door was closed tightly.
I went to the guesthouse again. The door was ajar. I pushed in and there was no one at the counter.
The jeep was parked in front of the guesthouse. Feng Shuo supported himself on the ground with his long legs and leaned his waist against the hood of the jeep. He waited for nearly half an hour before he saw Song Xiaotian appear on a bicycle.
When he saw Feng Shuo waiting at the door, he was stunned for a moment.
"Captain Feng, weren't you satisfied with that punch just now? Are you coming to fight me?"
Feng Shuo stood up, walked over, and put one hand on the handlebars of the car. He lowered his eyes and glanced at him: "Has Yaoyao been to this guesthouse?"
Song Xiaotian was pressed on the bicycle by him and could not move. He was naturally half a head shorter than him, but his eyes were full of unwillingness to admit defeat.
“I’ve been here.”
"Did you guys go to the state-owned restaurant together and have dinner?"
Feng Shuo stared at Song Xiaotian's eyes, not missing the flash of confusion and cunning.
Song Xiaotian said loudly: "Yes, we have eaten together."
Feng Shuo chuckled and raised his eyebrows.
Not him.
He sighed softly, took a step back, and patted Song Xiaotian's face.
"Keep lying to yourself."
After saying that, Feng Shuo waved his hand and turned to get into the driver's seat of the jeep.
The car moved back a little, just sticking to the wheel of Song Xiaotian's bicycle. Without waiting for the other party to avoid, it sped away again.
Song Xiaotian stood there with a gloomy face. He saw Feng Shuo glancing at him coldly through the rearview mirror, and his whole body was filled with hostility.
"Xiaotian, what are you doing at the door? Come on, help me bring the things in. These are all vegetables grown by your uncle. They are very good!"
Wang Huahua picked up a shoulder pole and came out of the alley. Seeing her son standing at the door in a daze, she hurriedly greeted him.
But Song Xiaotian turned his bicycle around, got on it and rode away!
"Hey kid! Where are you going? You have a blind date tomorrow, you can't run away!"
The bicycle was riding very fast and disappeared in an instant.
…
On the other side, Feng Shuo's car was parked at the state-owned hotel in the town.
He walked in, found the person in charge, and briefly explained his purpose. The other party then called the waiter and questioned him one by one.
It was finally confirmed that Zhu Yunying had indeed come to the store, but the person who had dinner with her was not Master Song from the tailor shop.
Several waiters have also made clothes. If it was Master Song, he would be able to recognize him at a glance.
Everyone said that they didn't have any familiar impression of that person.
"However, he is quite tall, wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He looks gentle from a distance, but he looks quite burly up close."
"Yes! From a distance he looks like a student, but up close he looks like a professor."
"It seems to be from Haicheng. It mentioned that..."
Feng Shuo had already ruled out Song Xiaotian, the clown, but another person's name suddenly popped into his mind, and his heart sank.
He felt a little regretful that he didn't think of that person at the beginning.
Zeng Xiaoqin's original investigation report is still in the study. If I had known this earlier, I would have brought the photos here for people to identify together.
All I can do now is give up.
"Thank you for your hard work. Please pack me a portion of garlic pork and a portion of braised lamb shank."
"Okay! Wait a moment!"
…
It was almost evening when Feng Shuo returned to the courtyard.
He was still unwilling to give up, so he went to the train station and bus station and asked the people there to check if there was anyone named Xu Hansheng coming from Haicheng recently?
As long as it's not Xu Hansheng, there's nothing wrong with Yaoyao entertaining her old friends.
Xu Hansheng can't do it!
When he thought about the fact that Zhu Yunying had liked that guy before, he became extremely angry.
Of course, he wouldn't tell Zhu Yunying.
Unfortunately, after a busy whole afternoon, I got nothing.
The record book that should have been archived was washed away somewhere in the heavy rain and floods a few days ago!
The person who checked the letter of introduction only remembered that there was someone from Haicheng, but could not remember the name.
Feng Shuo thought about it and finally couldn't suppress his curiosity. He made one call after another and contacted the pig farm in the suburbs of Haicheng, asking if Xu Hansheng was still in labor reform?
The news we received was that Xu Hansheng had been rewarded for his report and had completed his transformation ahead of schedule and was no longer in Haicheng.
Feng Shuo immediately felt like a heavy stone was hanging in his heart.
Return to the courtyard and push the door open.
The yard was deserted and empty.
Xiao Zhang poked his head out of the kitchen and called out "Captain". He had also heard about the captain's fighting and didn't dare to say anything.
"Where is she? In the house?"
Feng Shuo thought Zhu Yunwei was resting and was about to go and take a look.
Xiao Zhang reminded her: "Aunt Qin just came to ask sister-in-law to go to the art troupe. It seems that Director Zhao wants to see her about something."
Feng Shuo's eyes darkened. He handed the two aluminum lunch boxes he had brought back to Xiao Zhang and immediately turned around and walked out.
Arrived at the small building of the art troupe.
Zhao Chunlan and Aunt Qin were standing downstairs chatting. Aunt Qin was gesticulating and pretending to hit Zhao Chunlan in the face with one fist, scaring him so much that he fell back and turned pale.
Feng Shuo pretended not to notice that Aunt Qin was imitating him. He walked forward and asked, "Captain Zhao, has my daughter Yaoyao come to see you? I'm here to pick her up."
Zhao Chunlan patted his chest, looked up and saw Feng Shuo, and subconsciously pulled Aunt Qin's clothes to tell her to stop talking nonsense.
"Xiao Zhu is upstairs. She said she wanted to call her family. I lent her my phone."
Feng Shuo nodded and walked up the stairs.
At the office door, just as he put his hand on the door handle, he heard intermittent voices from inside:
"I'm sorry, Grandma Feng. I was selfish. I originally just wanted to use the name of a military marriage to spend six months in peace... But I didn't expect that there would be unexpected things. I want to fight for it myself..."
Feng Shuo's heart, which had been hanging in the air, suddenly dropped.
Who is she fighting for?
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