After the actor broke up

Wen Zheng turned around and entered the elevator without looking at Lin Ran. After the elevator doors closed, Lin Ran patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, he was really afraid of Wenzheng.The last time he was beaten in a daze, he never expected that such a gentle-looking person would be so ruthless.

Lin Ran shook his head and went to the ward, but it really wasn't the one Luo Jingyu stayed in.

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Jiangcheng has entered autumn.The city in the south began to enter a long leaden day with drizzle floating all day long.

Luo Jingyu was driving the car and talking on the phone with someone.

"If you don't have a good book for the time being, don't look for me. The drama just wrapped up not long ago. I want to take a break. I have something to do recently." Then I hung up the phone.

Luo Jingyu drove to a high-end residential area,

He carried the fruits and supplements, went upstairs, and knocked on the door when he arrived at his destination.The person who opened the door was a grey-haired old man with glasses and a serious face. When he saw Luo Jingyu, his eyes fluctuated with joy, but he quickly suppressed it. The old man said lightly, "Jingyu is back ,come in."

Luo Jingyu called Dad, and followed him into the door.Luo's father took the fruits and supplements and entered the house. Luo Jingyu was changing shoes at the door, when he heard Luo's mother's voice in the kitchen, "Old Luo, who is here?"

"Oh, it's Jingyu who's back." Father Luo answered, picked up the newspaper, and sat on the sofa to read it.

After Luo Jingyu changed his shoes, he walked over. When he entered the kitchen, he met Wen Zheng, who happened to be wearing a gray apron outside his suit jacket and was holding a plate of dishes. There was no fluctuation, Wenzheng said "You're here." and staggered him out.

Luo's mother was cooking and didn't even look at Luo Jingyu, so she said, "It's rare, you and Xiaozheng come to see us whether it's a festival or not."

Luo Jingyu felt the oily fumes in the kitchen and thought of Wen Zheng's pale face. He frowned slightly and wanted to close the kitchen door. Wen Zheng happened to come in. Luo Jingyu glanced at him and said, "Let me come, you Go rest." Then he closed the door.

About half a month has passed since the last time we met. Although he didn't ask, Luo Jingyu was sure that Wenzheng hadn't hit the child.

In the early stages of pregnancy, there was a lot of reaction, especially to the oily smoke. This person actually had to cook.For some reason, Luo Jingyu felt a little irritable.

"Hey, didn't you say you want to come over?" Mother Luo's voice came to mind again, and Luo Jingyu walked over, called Mom, and silently processed the ingredients next to her.

Luo's mother took a look at him, then added the seasoning, and said, "Jingyu, you are already 28, and Xiaozheng is also 30. When is the time, go and get the certificate, Xiaozheng is a good boy."

Luo Jingyu didn't respond, put the cleaned chicken away, and talked about another topic, "Wenzheng, does he come here often?"

Mother Luo was stunned for a while, put the dishes on a plate, and said, "I come here more often than you, about once a week."

Luo Jingyu didn't speak.

"Jingyu, you two have been together for eight years, and it's time to settle down. Besides, you can also consider having a child." Luo's mother put the chicken into the pot, "Of course, Mom doesn't mean to let Xiaozheng have that operation. That operation hurts the body and is uncomfortable, not long ago, you, a cousin, just... oh, I almost couldn't get off the operating table..."

Luo Jingyu's hand handling the fish paused for a while before continuing to move.

"Look at mom, it's too far away." Luo's mother continued to stir fry the chicken, and when the fiery red pepper was put in, the aroma burst out immediately. The whole family can eat spicy food, and it is more sour and spicy, but Wenzheng likes sweetness, and Luo's father He and Luo's mother never knew each other, but Luo Jingyu knew, "We can't wrong Xiaozheng like this. Mom means, go to a surrogate mother, and you and Xiaozheng will both have one, or go to an orphanage to adopt one. After having a child, the bond is deeper, and it is more like a family." Mother Luo smiled, looking at her taciturn and handsome son, "Jingyu, only a man who becomes a father will be more responsible and loving."

Luo Jingyu was silent for a while, then nodded.After a while, Luo's mother was talking about family affairs, and Luo Jingyu responded.When all the dishes were fried, Luo Jingyu said, "Mom, I'll make a few more dishes."

Because there are juniors in the family, the dishes are richer, but it is not suitable for pregnant people.

Mother Luo was about to go out with some dishes, when Luo Jingyu said, "Mom, don't let Wenzheng into the kitchen. He has been sick recently and can't stand it."

"I'm sick, the child won't tell me..." Luo Mu murmured and went out.

Wen Zheng poured some medicinal wine for Father Luo, placed the chairs by the dining table, and chatted with Father Luo, with a light expression but an inexplicable gentleness.

As soon as Mother Luo came out, Wenzheng went up to meet her. Mother Luo dodged, walked over quickly and put down the dishes, then pulled Wenzheng over to take a look, "Oh, it's different when Xiaozheng is sick, she still follows me in the kitchen busy."

Wen Zheng didn't speak, but Father Luo put down the newspaper and asked, "Is Xiao Zheng sick?"

"Yeah, what Jingyu said just now." Mother Luo looked Wenzheng up and down, "Oh, look at this little pale-faced, Xiaozheng, who is too thin. Mom feels distressed when she sees it."

Wenzheng's eyes fluctuated with light, and he slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "Mom, it's okay, just a little illness, but I've been busy with work recently..."

After chatting for a while, all the dishes have been put on the table.

Father Luo and Mother Luo sat on one side, Wen Zheng and Luo Jingyu sat on the other side.Looking at the dishes and meat on the table, Wenzheng frowned imperceptibly, and twisted his hands under the table slightly.

But he has always suppressed his emotions, if Luo Jingyu hadn't focused on him, maybe he wouldn't have noticed it.Silently put the light dishes in front of Wenzheng.

When eating, Luo's mother took a piece of braised pork and put it in the Wenzheng bowl, saying: "Xiaozheng is very thin, eat more meat."

Wenzheng's throat itched, but he felt that he could bear it, so he nodded and agreed. When he was about to eat, Luo Jingyu's chopsticks picked up the piece of meat, and the whole family looked at him in astonishment.

Luo Jingyu said without changing his face: "Mom, Wenzheng is sick, and I can't eat too greasy food for a while."

"Oh, so it's like this, look at mom." Mother Luo shook her head.

After eating, Luo Jingyu went to wash the dishes.Luo's father and Luo's mother watched TV for a while, and then went to sleep.

Luo Jingyu came to his room and closed the door. Wenzheng was not there, the bathroom door was closed, and there was the sound of water coming from inside.

Luo Jingyu stood at the door and waited for a long time. Although the sound was very small, he heard the slight sound of vomiting amidst the sound of water.Frowning, his complexion became ugly.

Even uncomfortable is so depressing.

Luo Jingyu walked out silently, and when he came back with a cup of warm water, Wenzheng just came out of the bathroom.

His face was frighteningly pale, but his pupils were moist.