Since Yanxi left, Ruofeng has been immersed in the computer. However, he cannot concentrate on his work. He cannot concentrate on reading the information sent from various places. All he can think about is the way Yanxi's lips raised slightly when he left.
With a touch of contempt and an almost invisible loss.
With a sigh, Ruofeng stood up, picked up the car keys and hurriedly went to the garage to get the car. Unexpectedly, he bumped into Nangong Rou, and Du Yiyi and she were walking upstairs from the garage.
"Ruofeng, are you busy?" When Nangongrou saw Ruofeng, she immediately greeted her with a warm and beautiful smile, as if she was a simple and lovely girl.
"Why are you here?" Ruofeng glanced at Du Yiyi casually, with indifferent reproach in his eyes, as if he was blaming her for not paying attention to Nangong Rou and letting her come here to disturb his work.
"Don't blame Yiyi. I asked her to bring me here to find you. I won't affect your work." Nangong Rou hugged Ruofeng's arm flatteringly, with assurance on her face.
Ruofeng pursed his lips and looked at Nangong Rou with a frown. He seemed to be getting more and more impatient with her, especially as this impatience had become extremely serious recently.
"Du, you go back and do your work first." Ruofeng glanced at Du Yiyi, then pulled Nangong Rou into the car, "Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat."
Nangong Rou looked surprised and nodded happily, "Yeah, okay."
The way they get along with each other is very strange. They are clearly an unmarried couple who have been dating for many years, but the warmth and tacit understanding between them are not enough. The girl is delicate and lovely, but the man always has a cold face, with a fleeting gentleness.
, and only when the girl makes a request.
"What do you want to eat?" Ruofeng asked while driving.
"Are there any special snacks here?" Nangongrou looked out the window curiously. It was her first time here. If she hadn't known that Ruofeng would stay here for a while, she wouldn't have come all the way here.
Ruofeng parked the car on the side of the road and took Nangong Rou towards a palace-style restaurant that looked very stylish. Esero is most famous for its palace meals. I heard that the chef was originally from the royal palace.
The chef later retired and came here.
"What a beautiful place." Nangong Rou has always liked this kind of palace-style place, which has the luxury of medieval architecture and a full sense of modernity.
Ruofeng ordered a recommended main meal and sat face to face with Nangong Rou. He stared at Nangong Rou intently, his eyes were quiet and deep, and no one was willing to break the silence.
He has been thinking about what kind of woman Nangong Rou is. She clearly knows that all his kindness to her is for a purpose. She clearly knows that Ruofeng does not have that kind of feelings for her. She knows everything, but she can have
With a pair of clear and gentle eyes, her happiness was very real, but this reality made Ruofeng feel very unreal.
"Ruofeng, what are you thinking about?" Nangong Rou blinked, not quite understanding why Ruofeng looked at him in a daze. He rarely felt dazed like this. He always looked confident and indifferent.
"Are you feeling well?" Ruofeng asked in a calm tone, as if he had forgotten that he fired the shot.
"Well, it's okay." Nangongrou bit her lip, hesitated again and again, and finally opened the topic, "What happened last time was my fault. I shouldn't be impulsive and make Yanxi unhappy."
She was almost humbly trying to please Ruofeng.
But Ruofeng feels nothing at all, because he, like countless heartless men, only sees what he wants to see and only cares about what he cares about. The life and death of others has nothing to do with him, because the only person Ruofeng cares about is Nangong Rou.
body.
Before Ruofeng could speak, the waiter had already brought the food to him. He pursed his lips and asked Nangongrou to try the food here.
Nangong Rou smiled, something flashed in her eyes, so fast that even Ruofeng didn't catch it. She forked a piece of steak gracefully and put it into her mouth. In just a moment, her face changed drastically, she covered her chest, leaned forward and vomited.
, his face was also pale.
"What's wrong with you?" Ruofeng stood up immediately, walked to Nangongrou's side in two steps, supported her and let her lean against him, patted her back gently to calm her down, and asked for a glass of hot water.
After a while, Nangong Roucai leaned tightly against Ruofeng's arms as if she had lost all her strength. Ruofeng did not push her away, but his face paused slightly, but in the end he did not refuse her approach.
"I'm pregnant. It's been three months." Nangongrou's voice was very low, with a unique and leisurely fragrance like the fragrance of flowers in March.
Her words were like a sharp dagger, piercing into Ruofeng's chest. There was no blood, but the bones were visible.
"When did it happen?" Ruofeng's voice was calm, without the joy and excitement of becoming a father for the first time. Instead, there was a sense of solemnity between his eyebrows.
"It should be the last time I was conceived in Italy." Nangong Rou bit her lip and did not raise her head to look at Ruofeng's expression. The corners of her mouth were raised slightly, her hands were placed on her lower abdomen, her face was full of gentleness.
An expression only a mother would have, with a touch of joy.
However, her joy did not affect Ruofeng.
"Take it away." Ruofeng's voice was very calm, as if what he wanted to take away was not a life, but an object, an irrelevant thing.
"What did you say?" Nangongrou sat up straight, staring at Ruofeng with her eyes tightly, not letting go of any of his expressions, and there were already some tears in her dark eyes.
She thought that even if Ruofeng would be surprised, he would still feel the same happiness as her after the surprise. After all, what was in her belly was his flesh and blood, continuing his life.
"Your body cannot bear a ten-month pregnancy." Ruofeng squatted down coldly, looking at Nangong Ruo at eye level, pointing out the fact expressionlessly that he would not allow her to give birth to a child, because he would not allow her to