Qian Xiaojiu raised her head and looked at Ye Feihan in surprise. His decision...is it true? Whitewashing West Africa...
"Of course, some business still needs to be done."
Ye Feihan smiled and picked another rose and put it in a vase nearby. It was very fragrant.
Qian Xiaojiu frowned, confused.
Ye Feihan slowly explained his plan: "The business I am talking about refers to the retention of guns, ammunition and ships. It seems impossible to break away from the government now, so we can only proceed slowly... But all businesses are on the right track. I even plan to let you take over and take care of it. Ahjiu, I believe you have such strength."
Qian Xiaojiu pointed at herself, she didn't believe herself, how could he!?
"No...I..." She was about to refuse, but Ye Feihan stood up hurriedly, this time his eyes fell on her still flat belly: "Ajiu, after the child is born, I will help you raise it. For everything else, you can rely on me, Ah Jiu, don’t run away to a place where no one is around, I will find you no matter where you are, trust me this time.”
After saying that, he no longer looked at her, turned around and strode away, disappearing into the rose garden.
Locke walked over slowly, looked at Qian Xiaojiu's surprised and uneasy facial expression and asked softly: "What's wrong? He wants you to go back?"
Qian Xiaojiu nodded and looked at Locke: "This time, it's not murder."
Locke frowned: "What is that? Could he be kind?"
"I don't know...but I always feel that he is serious this time." Qian Xiaojiu said lightly and stretched out her hand to touch her belly. No matter what decision she made, there was one decision that was firm and firm. And there is no doubt about it.
"Locke, take me to the hospital this afternoon." She gently let go of her hand and looked at Locke's ruthless and indifferent order.
Locke's face changed drastically, and he stared at Qian Xiaojiu's flat belly, feeling like a thorn in his throat, but he couldn't say any words of comfort.
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"Ajiu, have you really decided?" In the Volkswagen sedan in front of the hospital, Locke looked at Qian Xiaojiu worriedly and asked for the last time.
He could never influence her decision. But this time, he didn't want her to be like this.
Qian Xiaojiu kept stroking her belly with some trembling, which was actually not as flat as before. Only she knew that it was growing day by day.
However, since it is about to end, there is no need to keep any trace of the past, including this child.
"Locke, I can't look at this child and think of the past and his father." Every time I think of it, my heart is cut by a knife. It is a kind of torture of being executed late.
Every night, she would repeatedly dream about the breakup that day. She would also dream about that mountain road on that heavy rain night, and his eyes were so ruthless and cold. After recovering her memory, she had no regrets. Suspect.
It was because of her stupidity that she became the laughing stock in his heart and the toy in his hands.
Her pride and self-esteem did not allow her to have even the slightest relationship with that man.
Therefore, this child cannot be kept.
"Ajiu, we can raise this child together. If you want, I can even be him..." A flash of eagerness flashed in Locke's eyes, but he was gently interrupted by Qian Xiaojiu before he finished speaking.
"Locke, I know you are doing it for my own good, but we have already avenged Xiao Jue. There is no need for you to give everything for me in the future, really."