"Ah Wu, don't lose your temper, don't try to irritate me, and don't talk about me like a monster. That will make me very sad. Just think of it as me begging you, be good and obedient, okay?"
Bai Qin was attracted by Ling Yansen's extremely low voice. Under the bright light, his handsome and extraordinary face looked like a bitter gourd. Not only was it bluish in color, but the wrinkled ravines on its outline were all there.
It explains his helpless and complete sadness. It can be seen that he is really sad and uncomfortable. Unfortunately, the person who can make him look like this is not him, and it can never be any other woman.
!
This is why she hates Duan Qingwu so much!
Suddenly, the voice of the assistant who was in the monitoring room came to my ears, "Ms. Bai, the woman has already gone to the third floor and is walking to Area A. She has almost reached A02 now!"
Bai Qin put down her wine glass and gracefully looked at Ling Yansen, who was looking up at the ceiling in a daze, stood on tiptoes, held her breath, and walked over gently.
It's just a second.
Before Ling Yansen could react, Bai Qin suddenly put her knees together and knelt in front of his straight legs. One hand had unknowingly climbed onto the belt of his trousers, and the other hand pulled up the trousers.
The zipper came down.
This series of actions can be said to be completed in one go.
Ling Yansen suddenly lowered his head and looked over with wide eyes. He was obviously still in shock. He opened his mouth, but had no time to speak.
But in the violently shaking field of vision, why is Bai Qin's face full of victory facing the door?
Turning her head mechanically, the crack in the door was like a countdown to the beginning of a tragedy, abrasive, opening bit by bit, the angle getting wider and wider, so she could catch a glimpse of the flat shoes he bought for her.
My swollen legs were like dandelions swaying in the wind, weightless, floating and swaying, and they would fall into the deep valley in the next second.
The chiffon shirt was supported by her bulging and round belly, so the hem in the middle only covered the top of her knees.
Ling Yansen didn't have the courage to raise his head again no matter what. He felt as if his neck had been crushed by a truck and he could no longer straighten up.
There was dead silence.
In the dead silence, something fell to the floor, making a ding-dong-ding-dong sound, beating Ling Yansen's convulsing heart.
He knew that those were Ah Wu's tears.
Outside the door, he stood blankly like a piece of wood, with a pale face and trembling whole body. Because he lost his strength, his small pale hands had to cling to the edge of the door. His nails dug deeply into the wooden door. His vitality seemed stronger than a piece of paper.
Even a frivolous woman.
His pregnant wife.
It seemed like a century had passed before the phone in his hand fell to the hard floor with a bang, thumped a few times, and was thrown in the corner.
Just like the century-long gorgeous lie drama between him and her, it has finally come to an end.
Qingwu didn't laugh or cry. The baby in her belly seemed to be aggrieved for her, and kept writhing hard, causing her whole belly to feel like it was being torn apart, with sharp and extreme pain.
But she didn't even frown, maybe because she was already so wrinkled that she couldn't frown anymore.
She really admired herself for being able to support her body, which was filled with lead, and stood outside the door, staring at the two people in the room and their ongoing postures for such a long time.
Her eyes were not blind, her pupils were not shattered, and her body was intact. However, she really didn't know whether her heart could still pump blood.
She had been staring at the man and woman in the room for so long, but she just couldn't see their expressions clearly. Maybe her vision was too blurred by the mist, or maybe... she just didn't have the strength to raise the knife and cut herself more.
One knife.
What are they doing?
The man stood up straight, holding the phone in one hand, while the woman knelt in front of the man, her hands were playing with the man's lower abdomen, and her head couldn't wait to get closer.
They were both facing the door sideways. At this moment, both faces turned around in extremely distorted arcs, facing them directly.
It took a lot of effort for Qingwu to realize that she was still breathing. With this weak breath, she smiled faintly. Don't ask her how she laughed, she didn't know.
The face that was filled with tears and was rounded by pregnancy was like a piece of dough, sprinkled with flour, and had no other color except paleness. The tears were decomposed into sequins by the light, and the sharp edges flew towards Ling Yansen one by one.
Staring pupils.
So he would feel that her smile hurt his eyes.
"Ha...Ling Yansen, you always have the ability that I have to admire you for. You lie to your wife while enjoying your lover's mouth service. Isn't this feeling so satisfying? Is it exciting to the bones?
?No wonder you keep begging me in a low voice to ask me to wait and wait for you again. It turns out that the matter is not finished yet..."
Qingwu was still surprised that her voice could be so steady, just like the corpses lying in the morgue, finally finding peace, even though their chests and abdomen had been hollowed out by the anatomy doctor.
In his eyes that were always lowered, in addition to Bai Qin's enchanting old face that looked like a blooming flower, Ling Yansen's straight trouser legs seemed to move slightly.
Qingwu didn't raise her head and counted the tears she had shed on the floor. When she reached the twentieth one, she spoke again.
"I'm really sorry to bother you. I've always been a very shy person. Sorry, please continue."
She actually doubted that after saying this, her two legs that had lost their vitality could still support her and her child and walk the final journey proudly in front of them.
But she was already turning around, and her huge belly almost blocked the entire door frame. She walked very hard, just like when she arrived, just like after meeting Ling Yansen, just like when she was born from her mother's womb, and just like her short and miserable life.
Life has always been so difficult.
"Ah Wu..."
Ling Yansen was like a wooden man, dumbfounded. After shouting these two words with all his strength, in his field of vision, the corner of the white chiffon gown suddenly reversed its position, and then he heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
His mind went blank, and he felt his heartbeat suddenly stop.
"Ah Wu! Ah Wu——"
Kicking away Bai Qin who was still wrapped around his legs, he rushed out fiercely, but the woman lying on the ground was like a corpse, silent, with a protruding ball-like belly.
On her frail body, it was like her last mottled pride.
Dead silence, dead silence.
Sad, sad.
This endless night... I'm afraid it will never end.