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"Nonsense, he is not a wild species He is... "

"What is he?"

"He is the child of my husband and I, he is legitimate and reasonable to come to this world, and he should be blessed, not accused and reviled by others." Ji Rou's words are reasonable and vigorous. She is protecting her children. In fact, she indirectly admitted that she is Qin Yinze's wife.

"You and your husband's children?" Hearing this, Xiang Lingfeng's face changed again. Ji Rou thought that he had never really known him. He grabbed her by the wrist and asked sharply, "where is your husband, Xiao Rou?"

Ji Rou shouted back, "when you leave and I get married, I will have a husband..."

Xiang Lingfeng pinches her shoulder and shakes: "xiaorou, the only person to marry is me, only me! Why do you betray me and marry someone else? Why betray our feelings? Do you know, I've been waiting for you. "

His hand, tightly holding her shoulder, hurt her. She wanted to shake it off, but she couldn't, so she apologized with him: "I'm sorry!"! Brother Feng, I'm sorry

Yes, she's sorry for him. She had a relationship with another man when he left. Now she has children.

But

Jirou doesn't want to think deeply. The idea hidden in her heart is so terrible that she can't bear it. She would rather live like this.

"Xiao Rou, you promised me that you would be my bride. How can you be so unbelievable?" Xiang Lingfeng's voice rings in Jirou's ear again, and there is no more gentleness, with deep blame and pain.

"Brother Feng, forget xiaorou. Xiaorou is not a good girl. It's not worth your sincere treatment. You should find a better girl to accompany you." Ji Rou said these words heartily. She never thought that they could not be together.

Jirou knows better that this is just an excuse for herself, because she betrayed their feelings, she is helpless, she is looking for an excuse to free herself.

He laughed and laughed wildly: "forget you? You think I'm you. You can forget if you forget? "

"Brother Feng, I'm sorry! I'm sorry She didn't ask him to forgive him, she just wanted him to live well and find a girl worthy of his true love.

Qin Yinze, sitting beside Ji Rou, finds that Ji Rou is sleeping restlessly, like having a nightmare. Qin tries to wake her up: "Ji Rou, wake up! Wake up! "

She not only didn't wake up, tears, inadvertently slipped from her eyes: "brother Feng, I'm sorry!"! I'm really sorry! I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it, I couldn't help it... "

Her babble made Qin Yinze's body suddenly cool from head to foot. This damned woman, the man beside her was him, but she was blatantly shouting the name of another man.

Qin Yinze tightly clenched his fist and wished he could strangle her. However, when he saw her tears, his heart seemed to be grasped by others, which made him feel a little breathless.

He shook her again: "wake up!"

Finally, under Qin Yinze's insistence on shaking, Ji Rou opened her eyes in a daze. When she saw that the person in front of her was him, her eyes were surprised, lost and finally calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

"What's the dream?" Knowing what she dreamed, he asked, obviously to find guilt for himself, but he just didn't control it for a while. Maybe he was hoping that she would tell him the truth.

"Nothing." Ji Rou answered gently, and slowly closed his eyes, so that he could not see what she was thinking.

"Nothing?" Qin Yinze asked gloomily.

From her just babble, he read out a very cruel message to him, that is, Ji Rou, a woman who is still reading her brother Feng, does not want to have his baby.

This cognition made Qin Yinze angry: "you really don't want to talk to me?"

He didn't want to pretend that he didn't know anything anymore. He wanted to take the man out of her heart completely.

"It's just a nightmare. There's nothing to say." Jirou turns to him with her back, which means she doesn't want to have a good chat with him.

"Jirou, who do you think I am?" Qin Yinze asked, clenching his teeth, and even his fist shook.

"Who are you?" She smiled and said, "who can you be?"? You're supposed to be my king. "

Ji Rou keeps telling herself in her heart that she was bought by Qin Yinze, and that he should be her gold master. They should be such a relationship, and there can be no more There must be no more.

"You..." Every word she said was like a sharp knife, which stabbed him hard in the heart and made him bloody.

"Qin Da Shao, I have been with you for more than a month. I practice in bed with you every day. I owe you enough money. Is that enough?" It's cruel, but she has to say that she wants to make her own identity clear. Don't forget the southeast and northwest because he treats her better.

"Ji Rou, you want to die!" His eyes were stained with scarlet blood, and his brow was blue, like a wild animal about to go mad.

In other words, in order to protect her life, Ji Rou would compromise, but today she didn't see him, and she didn't want to leave her fantasy: "sometimes I think it's happiness to die in Qin's hands."

"Good, good..." Qin Yinze said three good words in a row. If he stayed longer, he might die. Before he did anything irreparable, he got up and left.

As soon as Qin Yinze left, the sense of oppression in the room disappeared. Ji Rou slowly opened his eyes and looked at the direction he left at the door: "Qin Yinze, I have a man I like. It was a mistake at the beginning between us and should end early. Why do you insist? Does it make sense to stick with it? "

It seems that Ji Rou never understood what was on the mind of the man who was uncertain about the weather? Maybe it's just what he said he was happy, no reason.

Qin Yinze is such a person. He only depends on his mood. As long as he is happy, he doesn't need reasonable logic or reason.

Think of these, Ji Rou smiled gently, in fact, it's very good to be a man like him. She doesn't care about worldly vision and lives like she wants to live.

She used to be like this, because there are two big backers behind her. She works by her own mood, never caring what others think of her.

But now it's different. The two mountains behind her are gone. She has to carry all the things herself. She can't live so casually.