Pop!
In the bedroom, the girl suddenly closed her notebook.
"Mom, I want to eat fruit."
She made a noise.
Mother Lu came back to her senses.
"OK, OK, I'll wash the fruit."
She said, turning away.
She knew that the couple needed space.
No, as soon as mother Lu left, song Jincheng raised his hand and closed the door.
He turned back and looked at the girl in the room.
Lu Jixiang ignored him and stood by the bed making the quilt, very silent.
"Lu Jixiang."
His cool voice, eyes are not good.
But the girl didn't even look back and said, "I'm tired and want to sleep."
Before she finished, she felt a pain in her arm.
When she recovered, she had been dragged to her arms by the man.
But just a moment later, the man released her.
He squeezed her chin, cold eyes, straight at her.
"No more willfulness!"
He was almost gnashing his teeth.
Lu Jixiang raised his head and stared at him fearlessly: "Song Jincheng, what are you afraid of?"
Afraid?
Would he be afraid?
What a joke!
Men sneer, handsome face down, almost with the girl's face, but measured distance.
His breath spilled on her face, making her skin hot as if on fire.
Lu Jixiang feels a little uncomfortable. She struggles a little. Unfortunately, it's useless!
In Song Jincheng's eyes, there were already dark clouds.
"That's how you believe what people say?"
He said suddenly.
Lu Jixiang was stunned and his eyes widened.
"What?"
She didn't understand.
The man sneered: "do you think Cheng Yue can really hide the truth?"
In fact, he has personally checked all the hospitalization information and examination results of the girl.
So he was not surprised that she knew she had miscarried.
But he was still angry.
Why does the girl believe what the man said?
"You misunderstood."
Lu Jixiang opened his mouth.
"Misunderstanding?" Song Jincheng hooked his lips and had no emotion: "what's wrong?"
Lu Jixiang frowned and replied, "there is nothing between director Cheng and me, and he is not as bad as you think."
She's speaking up for him?
This cognition made song Jincheng's anger more intense.
"Shut up
He angrily reprimanded, holding the girl's chin hand, can not help but force: "you are not allowed to meet again!"
Why is he so overbearing?
Why does he always restrict her?
Lu Jixiang's heart is not convinced, and the rebellious factor makes her say the words of resistance.
"No!"
She refused without hesitation.
Which expect, her answer, became fuse thoroughly.
The man almost instantly turns angry, directly pouts her chin, kisses, and falls all over the place.
He kisses heavily, almost without tenderness, as if he were ravaged.
Lu Jixiang feels the pain. She shakes her head and struggles, but unconsciously deepens the man's anger.
She was pushed to bed.
A man's body is like a kilo.
She couldn't push. Her whole face was wrinkled.
"Song Jincheng, what are you mad about?"
When the man put her coat down, she finally could not help screaming.
Song Jincheng came back.
He was stunned.
He looked at the girl under him in disbelief. Lu Jixiang is in a mess
"I'm sorry..." he quickly released her and did not forget to cover her with a quilt.
Lu Ji Xiang didn't speak, but she just shed tears.
The man sat by the bed.
long time.
He still couldn't help holding out his hand to dry her tears.
Lu Jixiang tilted her head, curled up and hid in the quilt.
"Good luck."
The man looked at a ball arched up on the bed and was very distressed: "why do we have to fight?"
“……”
"I think, from marriage to now, our relationship has been very good, you are good, I never thought to hurt you, on the contrary, I want to spoil you, always spoil you." He sighed, across the quilt, stroked the girl's small head, gently stroked: "we don't fight, OK?"
"..." the answer to him was still silence.
"If you want to live here, live here, but my bottom line will not change. In a week, you must come home with me."
After that, there was no sound.
When Lu Jixiang lifted the quilt, there was no man in the room.
She was surprised and jumped out of bed.
"Professor Song!"
She yelled, but there was no reply, so she ran out.
She didn't even wear shoes.
But there are no men outside.
She ran to the porch, only to see his slippers, are quietly on the door.
He's gone.
"Daughter?"
Behind him came mother Lu's voice.
Lu Jixiang looks at her mother melancholy: "Mom..."
Her heart was empty and miserable.
"What's the matter with you two?" Mother Lu looked at her, frowning: "quarrel?"
"No..."
Lu Jixiang shook his head.
In her mind, she suddenly remembered song Jincheng's question... Why did they quarrel?
Yes, even she doesn't know. Why did she quarrel with him?
Is it because of the child?
In fact, Lu Ji Xiang didn't even know the answer.
"Oh, you, did you give Xiao Song another problem?" Mother Lu looked at her daughter's expression and sighed helplessly: "just now, when Xiao Song left, she said that you had just recovered from a serious illness and asked me to buy a chicken to stew soup for you. As soon as I heard his words, I knew that you had to make trouble with Xiao Song first, didn't you?"
"Ma..."
Lu Jixiang was embarrassed to be told the truth.
But more of it is regret.
Lu's mother shook her head and said, "it's really unpromising. I know how to run to my mother's house when I have a little trouble. If your father and I are not at home, what should you do this time?"
Lu Jixiang hung his head and said nothing.
Mother Lu is helpless and distressed.
"Tell me, what's the matter with you two?" She asked.
Lu Jixiang hesitated, did not dare to say his abortion.