Chapter 718 (2/2)

The big hand held her little hand tightly, and could not let her loose or give up.

A firm and powerful voice whispered in her ear: ”I know it's hard for you to accept him. But you remember what I said in the car. You don't have to force yourself to accept it. In the future, you also have the right to decide whether to accept him or not. If you don't like... ”

He pursed his lips: ”I won't force you to live together.”

Gu Qiqi was still immersed in shock and murmured: ”so, is he a little palm?”

In the room of electric light and flint, she came to her senses and spent a long time. What she had always thought of as a little palm turned out to be Little chief?

”Well.” Gong Jue nodded.

Gu qiqifu.

This Oolong can make too much noise!

At the thought that Gong Jue had received the child's phone call in the middle of the night and left in a hurry while kissing her, she thought he was going to comfort the little lover, but she didn't expect that the child needed him, so she blushed!

When she thought of Gong Jue's whispering on the phone to coax the child to sleep, she thought it was a woman who had such special treatment. She was even more ashamed to misunderstand him for stepping on two boats.

What's more, just a few minutes ago, she thought Gong Jue was talking about an ex girlfriend who was ”extremely smart, intelligent and loved by everyone”, but she could not have expected it. She was talking about a three-year-old child!

Gu Qiqi really didn't know what kind of expression to face the small group.

She opened her lips, then closed them slowly, tightly pressed into a line, slightly trembling.

Looking at her shocked and speechless expression, Gong Jue felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart.

All blame him, think today's meeting is very relaxed, even want to make a joke with her, want to see her know that the virtual little palm lover does not exist, will be how the lovely expression.

But he forgot how much impact this had on Gu Qiqi.

Before her 19th birthday, he wanted her to be a stepmother of a three-year-old.

Gong Jue's voice was low, full of deep apology: ”Qiqi, I'm sorry.”