"Let's go back to your house." She was still worried about Xiao Luck, fearing that her daughter would suffer a loss in Nie's house.
Besides, Nie Chuchu looked so angry just now, and she was also afraid that she would express her anger.
"Why haven't I seen you keen on returning to my house before? Or should we move back to Nie's house?"
"You know I'm worried about luck!"
"Don't mention her in front of me. I said there will only be two of us tonight."
Nie Chuhang's face suddenly darkened and he simply pulled her into the car.
Su Yutong was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "Don't you like luck?"
Lucky has been in contact with him for a lot of time these days, and he doesn't seem to reject Lucky at all.
"Do I need to like her?" Nie Chuhang sneered, as if she was asking a funny joke.
"Can't you treat her like a daughter?"
"Why should I take it for granted?"
"But Lucky is actually——"
"Okay! Su Yutong, I don't want to talk about this anymore. I don't want to ruin the good mood tonight. I don't need to pursue your past, but you'd better not make excessive demands in the future. I can let her live in Nie's house, completely.
It’s because of you, you figured this out!”
Nie Chuhang was angry and interrupted her.
Ever since he received the cuckold, there had been a layer of depression building up in his heart.
He suspected that someone knew about the affair between him and Su Yutong and investigated Su Yutong, so they sent him such a thing.
He thought he had a good temper and accepted the existence of her daughter.
But don't make ridiculous demands of him again.
In a good mood?
When Su Yutong heard him being so decisive, her breathing was a little suffocated. She was not in a good mood at all now.
Taking a deep breath and looking at his serious face while driving, she still couldn't help but say: "Lucky is very obedient. You will definitely like her in the future. She is actually you -"
"squeak--"
The car suddenly stopped, Nie Chuhang slapped the steering wheel with a pale face, and a harsh sound of the horn covered her voice.
He turned around and glared, "Are you done yet?"
He reached out and pulled off the seat belt, came closer to her, and stared at her fiercely, "Su Yutong, don't forget that what I want is a son! Your obligation is also to have a son, don't use your daughter to frustrate me again!"
She wanted to tell him the truth twice, but he interrupted her angrily.
Su Yutong's heart froze slightly, and then she heard him mention his son again.
The memories of that year came to mind, and she felt her nose was sore.
What he wants is a son, and he has been since five years ago. Now, he reminds her of this fact all the time.
He doesn't like his daughter at all, so why does she still expect him to accept luck?
She blinked lightly, and the tears that suddenly welled up fell down without her control at all.
For her daughter, for herself.
Did she really expect too much?
Su Yutong found that every time she wanted to hug him, she found that she was not hugging a piece of hot iron, but a piece of ice with an ice pick, which stung very painfully.
However, at this moment, the tears she suddenly shed made him startled for a moment. Then, he came forward, pressed his lips to her face, and kissed away the tears on her cheeks little by little.
A kiss like a dragonfly fell on her eyelashes, and suddenly it became a little heavier.
He sucked her eyes hard, as if to draw out more tears.