The world around him was shaking, and then gradually turned dark. His legs were intertwined, he was advancing and retreating, and his long and straight body was shaking very messily.
After a long time, he raised his hand, spread his fingers, and slapped his deep facial features like a mosquito.
At first glance, Qingwu felt that his slightly hunched back, lowered chin, and the way he covered his face were somewhat similar to the sculpture of the meditator.
Of course, the premise is that she can't see the neat row of black lines floating behind his forehead...
Ling Yansen's mood at this time can really be described as a thunderbolt, and its complexity may be more complicated than calculus. He thought that with his high-end hearing, it would be impossible to make such a low-level mistake as mishearing.
So…………
Is the serious-looking woman standing in front of him really begging for a child from him?
Please forgive him for not being as surprised as other men with stupid faces. If it were any other woman saying this to him, it would be normal. But these words came out of the mouth of Duan Qingwu.
, it became very interesting. Even though his thoughts were running very fast, deep down in his heart, for a moment, Ling Yansen actually knew the unignorable joy that flashed through him.
He clenched his fists, his cheeks bulged high, and his complexion could no longer be described with simple words like blue and black. He raised his eyes, and his needle-like sharp eyes pierced into her pupils, sharp and deep, "Background, reason,
Please explain the purpose and whether it is original or not in detail."
Qing Wu was completely confused. If his reaction before was expected, now, his indifference and official tone were like a utility knife, cutting open her flesh bit by bit.
It turned out that this was his true reaction.
Her nose was a little sore, and Qingwu was afraid that she would not be able to control her tears at this time. Under such circumstances, she would never allow herself to cry in front of him. Her mind was empty, and there was only one consciousness that was tossed around. She asked him if he wanted a child, and he
Not happy.
Her throat was blocked, and she had no scruples anymore. She put on the hard shell and hurt people no matter what. "Background, Duan's crisis. Reason, father's urging. Purpose, stabilize Duan. Is it original? No, father's strong request.
, as a daughter, you should obey the arrangements."
Ling Yansen's eyes narrowed, his gaze changed unpredictably, and finally, he fell to the bottom of the lake and solidified into ice.
"I thought you were out of your mind! Oh, it turns out it was Duan Fei who pushed you to get pregnant with my child! Why are you so obedient? If you don't want to have a baby with me, no one can force you." He squinted.
Her tone can make people in a circle sour without knowing it, and her sinister eyes are searching back and forth on her face.
Qingwu smiled slowly, looking straight at him with wide eyes, "The situation is stronger than others, and it is normal for my father to be prepared for danger in times of peace. In order to avoid him calling and urging me all day long, I had no choice but to obey my father's orders.
Mission accomplished."
Ling Yansen looked at her, his eyes flashing, as if he couldn't believe that these words actually came out of her mouth. He didn't want to admit it, but her words hurt him deeply.
Having been in the business world for many years, even though he has been dehumanized, deep down in his heart, he has always yearned for home, a word that represents warmth and warmth. Perhaps it is because he grew up in an unharmonious place.
His family, his father's affair, his mother's tears all day long, or maybe Xu Suyun's long-term neglect caused him to lack a happy childhood. All these made him desire a warm home more than ordinary people, not a luxurious villa, not a beautiful home.
The furniture is not high-end facilities, even if it is just four walls, as long as there is a woman who is willing to keep a light on for him and a pair of children who love her, then that is the home he wants.
And the words she just said out of nowhere completely shattered his humble illusions. Her blasphemy against the child made him unbearable!
Slowly, he laughed, as if he was cold from hell, and his deep and sad smile made Qingwu tremble for no reason.
He leaned forward and stared into her eyes, his deep outline became ferocious, and a strong masculine aura hit his nostrils, "So, you really want to complete this task, right?"
Qingwu was stunned, her eyes were sucked away by him, listening to his enchanting voice, she nodded slowly.
However, the next second, her hand was firmly grasped by him, and her body suddenly spun around. Severe pain hit her arm, and she was almost shaken off by his huge strength. When she came to her senses in a daze, her body had not been touched by him at all.
He was thrown into the elevator without mercy.
She was terrified and struggled to get up. The elevator door had been closed ruthlessly. He was blocking her in front of her like a huge mountain, with a devilish expression and a sinister sneer on his lips, "Since you want to complete the task so much,
Even if I'm going to die today, I have to give you a piece of charity just to be worthy of what you and your father have been waiting for, right? Right!"
Listening to his ghost-like roaring voice, her whole body felt empty and she fell to the ground, a deep despair welling up in her heart.
Tears burst out of his eyes as soon as they became sore. It was he who didn't bother to have a child with her, but she just happened to comply with his wishes. Why should he get angry at her? She was the one who should be angry and sad, and she was the only one.
Qingwu never knew that the numbers in the grid above the elevator moved so slowly. It was only the fiftieth floor. Usually, it would arrive in a blink of an eye at most. But today, with him by her side, it was as far away as a century. The space where he was.
, she always felt that there was not enough oxygen.
Ding----
The elevator door opened, and the person next to her tugged on her sleeves impatiently. She just curled up into a ball, motionless.
Ling Yansen silently looked down at the trembling group on the ground, taking off the disguise of his temper at the drop of a hat. The cold voice came straight from the top of her head, piercing her last glimmer of hope, "Get up! Let's fight.
For three hundred and sixty rounds, as long as it’s any posture that appears in books, movies, magazines, I’ll do it on you! I guarantee you’ll be so comfortable that you’ll want it even more if you scream at me!”