Chapter 6： Miss, you admitted the wrong person (2/2)
”Hmm...” She rubbed her sore temples, ”Where is this...?”
”If you are fine, you can go down.” Rong Linyi looked at her coldly.
Su Yanyun turned her head, her big innocent eyes like a deer just burned into Rong Linyi's frosty eyes.
She moved her lips, and suddenly stretched out her hand to Rong Linyi.
Rong Linyi frowned and raised his hand. He coldly refused, with a faint disgust between his brows: ”Don't touch me.”
He hugged her, but did not prove that he was willing to let her touch him.
However, Su Yanyun turned a deaf ear and hugged Rong Linyi's raised hand.
In the assistant's shocked eyes, she even leaned over half of her body and leaned against Rong Linyi's arm.
”Husband——” She raised her small face, with a pitiful voice in her voice, ”You, you must not drive me away, I, I have your baby...”
”Puff—” The assistant spouted blood.
Is this, is this a touch porcelain?
This touch porcelain also touches...too bold, right?
Rong Linyi's face is very dark...
It was as dark as night.
He pulled out his arm calmly, as if he had spent his life training to control the urge to throw the little woman out of the car window.
”Miss, you have admitted to the wrong person.” His eyes were cold and sharp. When ordinary people saw him, he was afraid that he would be frozen so that his soul trembled.
”Husband!” Su Yanyun was frightened and anxious, her face was so flustered that I felt pity, ”Don't be angry, I know I haven't been able to have a baby before, you despise me, but... you don't want me... Mom passed away, I have no one else in this world except you...”
As she said, watery eyes could not help but a layer of water mist.
=====The faint pigeon line I swagger the thick line =====
I must say something:
Men and women are clean physically and mentally! One to one!
The male protagonist is a severely hygienic patient, except for the protagonist who meets other women who can’t eat for at least three days...
The heroine...Anyway, the baby in the belly of the heroine is the hero!
(The table asks how I did it, how do I know how the baby got in? What a pure author I am!)