Chapter 24

I looked up at him: "you want to give birth to so many people, why me?"

"So, I won't give women a chance to kill my children!" He put his hand into his arms, and I ran into his arms.

His arms were tightly around my back, and I had to look up at his starlit eyes.

I'd rather he was proud, but since he went to the hospital to admit that the child was his, his attitude to me seems to have changed.

"No I'm not used to holding my hand in his palm.

"You can't be polite with your mouth?" He took my hand and went out.

"Except you can't climb trees." I said.

"I never said you were her." He did not force me to change my clothes: "can you walk now?"

"That's how I am." I wrung my eyebrows and said, "I'm not Yao Keyi."

He looked down at my jeans and sweater and frowned, "are you sure?"

"It's changed."

"Your brain is really not simple. I still remember so many days." He came up to me, poked me in the head with his finger, and dragged me out of the sofa: "go change."

He came back after ten o'clock. I looked at my watch and looked at the man approaching me: "you have an internal meeting at ten thirty today."

I didn't even wipe skin care products, so I sat on the sofa in the hall waiting for him.

He is handsome. He has a point in everything he says.

"I'll pick you up." He hung up involuntarily.

But is it going to be such a mess?

At that time, I will give birth to him.

When he grows up with small hands and feet, he can only induce labor when he grows up, and induced labor is very cruel.

But I'm different. The child grows up in my stomach day by day. If I drag on like this, I can't beat him.

I had an argument with him last night, and he seemed to forget everything when he got up the next day.

"You can eat at home." I don't have much enthusiasm. I don't want to eat out.

"It seems you haven't lived the life of a canary. It's not like that." He said, "I'll pick you up for lunch."

"Otherwise, isn't that how Canary lives?" I laughed sarcastically.

"Watching TV all day?"

"Watch TV."

"Oh, after breakfast?"

"Have breakfast."

"What are you doing?" He has a low voice.

I'm eating. Sang Qi calls me.

After washing, I changed my pajamas and went to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast.

But when he said he wanted to have a child, how could I feel a sense of sacrifice and selflessness.

I remember what he said before going to bed last night that he would marry me.

I felt my skin and goose bumps came out one by one.

Now think of it, there is a kind of shudder feeling.

I went to the bathroom to wash up and saw in the mirror the kisses all over my neck.

When I woke up the next morning, sang Qi was no longer with me.

I didn't speak. I closed my eyes. I really fell asleep.

Why don't I dare?

Is that his promise?

"I'll have the baby, and so will you. You'll stay here and have a baby. I'll help you out, he Cong, and I'll marry you."

But revealed that his sexy voice, let people indulge in.

I was about to fall asleep when I heard sang Qi speak.

I close my eyes slightly, warm embrace makes me drowsy.

He just let go a little, but he still held me.

I patted him on the arm: "I'm suffocating."

He held me tightly, strangling me to death.

So far, I have been in his arms, so I can't see him.

My senses are all delusional.

My skin can feel his skin, very hot, seems to be very cool.

He held me in his arms and pressed his chin against my neck socket, which made me feel a little painful.

He didn't do it, but he didn't let me go.

When my brain gradually clear, I almost lay in his arms, covered with quilt, he and I should be the last line of defense.

I don't know if I have a delusion. How can I feel that sangqi's enthusiasm is intertwined with pain.

Lost in his great passion.

I admit that I am lost, lost in Sang Qi's seemingly affectionate eyes at the moment.

That night was also a state of complete amnesia, I didn't feel what I felt at that time.

Although I have a hard mouth, I'm still a baby for men and women.My fingers are cold, my breath is short, and I can't fight.

"Don't..." the second voice didn't shout out, his kisses had fallen down densely.

I see his pupil, instantly blurred up, cage a layer of palpitating frenzy.

I'm not wearing a bra. It's a vacuum inside.

He pulled my pajamas apart with his strength.

He laughed even more sarcastically: "don't you want him any more? What do you do with so much consideration?"

"And the children." I reminded him.

"What are you panicking about? Haven't we slept?" There was a sneer in his teeth.

Both my hands were held by one of his, and I couldn't move.

But he's strong and I'm not his match.

This time, he unbuttoned my pajamas, and I fought with him.

"Sleep right here." He picked me up again, went into the bedroom and put me on the bed.

My body stiffened into an iron bar in his arms: "let go, I'm going to bed."

My life is miserable enough. I have to take good care of myself.

Oh no, unemployed little journalist.

His family has a distinguished family background, and his father is an official. How can he look up to me as a little-known reporter?

As for his marrying me, I just listen to it as a joke.

I'm afraid I'll fall in love with someone without reservation, because I know that people like sang Qi won't be interested in me for long.

If a woman like me really falls in love with a man, that man is tantamount to casting a curse on me. I may not be able to get rid of it in my life.

My good friend once told me that I didn't love he Cong at all. I just let things go.

Not even painful.

I once loved he Cong, but he Cong's attraction to me was his tenderness and consideration. When I saw that his tenderness and consideration was just trying to step on my promotion and make a fortune, my love for him disappeared immediately.

But I didn't have the guts to fall in love with him.

I can't guarantee whether I will fall in love with him after being with him for a long time.

I'm just an ordinary woman, and his allure is just as powerful to me.

I know that men like sangqi have a fatal temptation to women.

My heart, without warning to jump very flustered.

He stopped suddenly, and I almost ran into him: "why?"

"Don't make me kiss you." He looked at the skin in my collar, and the kisses were still visible.

A smile rose from the corner of his mouth, which was full of joy.