This person is still the Yin Zheng he loves, and what is really terrible is the despair that forced Song He and Yin Zheng together to have no power to fight back.

Song He suddenly felt an unspeakable pain in her heart, and at this moment, Song He thought that maybe she should give each other another chance, so she asked: "Yin Zheng, I want to hear your clear answer to me, if you want me, do you want to keep the child." ”

Although Song He knew that he was still selfish again relying on Yin Zheng's feelings for her, although Song He had decided that no matter what the situation was, he would keep the child and give birth to the child safely, but Song He still needed a positive and clear answer from Yin Zheng, she wanted to know who Yin Zheng cared about and loved!

If...... If Yin Zheng's answer is her, then Song He will tell Yin Zheng that she has actually agreed with the child.

Thinking like this, the resoluteness and despair on Song He's face softened, and they turned into a kind of compromise softness in the minute and second of time, and even Song He's eyes with tears softened, as if admitting the oppression of fate and being willing to be a obedient animal.

"My hand hurts......" Song He bit his lower lip and looked at Yin Zheng's eyes, a kind of resentful anger gradually emerged, as if he was blaming why Yin Zheng was so savage.

She turned her head a little, rubbed Yin Zheng's sideburns with her cheek, thinking of a small and soft pet with fluff, as if she was coquettish to her master, and murmured: "Yin Zheng, can you let go of your hand?" My wrist really hurts. ”

Song He didn't tell a lie, in fact, it was indeed because Yin Zheng was too hard, and now Song He not only had a pain in his wrist, but even the entire palm and palm of his hand were clenched by Yin Zheng, causing the blood to not circulate, and it became a blue and white color.

Yin Zheng's eyes gradually moved to the two wrists that he had grabbed with Song He's words, and after slowly reacting, he let go of his wrists little by little.

But the expression on Yin Zheng's face did not relax at all, with an obvious vigilant look, he stared at Song He tightly, and even Yin Zheng said in order to prevent Song He from escaping again: "Don't think about running, I have locked the door downstairs, except for me, there is no third person here, you can't get out." ”

Even Yin Zheng felt that it was not enough, so he added another sentence and said: "Don't think about who you can contact, I took your mobile phone away, from now on, your maximum range of activities is this room." ”

This sentence sounded to Song He's ears, it was completely like the death sentence for her, which made her feel terrified and frightened, and immediately grabbed the corner of Yin Zheng's shirt sleeve, and said in a hoarse and hurried voice: "Yin Zheng, no, you know that I still have something to do...... No, you can't! ”

"There's nothing you can't do." Yin Zheng interrupted and vetoed Song He's words, with a strong and unquestionable expression on his face, and he said: "You are my wife, what you have to do is stay by my side, and nothing else." ”

Song He shook her head frantically in anxiety, her expression was painful and unspeakable, her throat was tight and painful, and for a while, she couldn't say anything at all, only tightly tugging on the corners of Yin Zheng's sleeves.

However, Yin Zheng, who has no reason at all, is now cold like a hard-hearted person, completely missing the tenderness and pity he used to have when he looked at Song He.

His hand covered the back of Song He's hand that was tightly grasping the corner of his sleeve, and with a cruel momentum, he completely ripped them off.

When Song He's two hands fell heavily on the bed, Song He knew that there was no going back.

The bedroom door was gently closed by Yin Zheng again, and soon there was the sound of the key inserted into the lock cylinder and rotated twice to lock it.

Song He was in the room where only the moonlight came in, staring blankly at the door that was closed to her.

'Yin Zheng, you can't do this to my ......'

Song He felt as if his heart was being wrenched by a knife, and completely lost the last bit of hope for Yin Zheng.

Obviously, Yin Zheng knows everything and understands everything, but in the end, the person who completely destroyed everything that Song He worked for happened to be Yin Zheng.

Song He's eyes in the darkness were bright and extinguished, like a faint firelight, trying to survive in the storm, but in the end he was defeated by the violent thunder and lightning and wind and rain.

'Poof'.

All the bright light in Song He's eyes was extinguished, and the eyes that once made Yin Zheng feel as bright as stars were completely dimmed.

For Song He, the most warm time in her life is probably the time she spent with Yin Zheng, although she knows that Chen Jin also likes her, but it is still different.

For Chen Jin's liking, Song He was surprised, he only had gratitude, and sometimes even had a strong sense of guilt, but Yin Zheng was different, Yin Zheng was the person Song He liked, so when Yin Zheng also loved her with the same feelings and treated Song He gently, Song He understood why love was so attractive.

But when all this was taken back by Yin Zheng, even though Song He knew that she was not qualified to blame, she still couldn't help this emotion in her heart.

'Song He, you deserve it, and you owe it to Yin Zheng. She burst into tears of laughter in the dark.

This may be the longest day and night in Song He's life, when the sun replaces the night and casts bright light into Song He's room, she turned her head and stared at the dazzling light with an expressionless face, for a long time.

The bright light made her red and swollen eyes crying hot and painful, and Song He felt that she had almost lost her vision, everything in front of her was blurred, and all she could see was a large halo.

She had no concept of time at all, and she couldn't tell whether it was a second or a minute, or an hour, and the whole night, without any timekeeping tools, was pulled for an infinite time.

The dark night that seemed to be about to walk to eternity made Song He feel tortured, she also banged on the door frantically, kept calling Yin Zheng's name, and screamed hysterically trying to make this quiet room a little loud, but it didn't work, whether it was Yin Zheng or something else, there was no response, only Song He's heavy breathing and sobbing sound.

It wasn't until the dawn of day that Song He's tense nerves finally loosened a little, but before she could enjoy this feeling of relaxation, she heard the sound of the door lock turning again.

Song He didn't even want to put his spirit at the door, he just kept looking out the window, and occasionally a quick black shadow passed by the window, and Song He knew that a bird flew past his window.

After Yin Zheng entered the door, he saw such a scene - Song He seemed to have been drained of all her soul, sitting on her bed with her knees crossed, turning her head and looking out of the window very seriously.

In fact, there is nothing to see, Song He only enjoys the day after a long night, and the bright light at least allows Song He to have some sense of security, and will not let himself be anxious to think that in the dark night, there is a beast lurking.

Yin Zheng approached Song He with the breakfast he had bought for Song He in the morning, and as soon as he lowered his eyes, what he saw was Song He's miserable white face and the blue and black shadows under his eyes.

When Yin Zheng looked at Song He's crying red and swollen eyes, the distress and regret in his eyes appeared very clearly, but he knew that he couldn't be soft-hearted at this time, Song He was such a smart woman, she would definitely find the right time to leave when he was soft-hearted.

As long as Yin Zheng thought about it like this, his pity for Song He could only be buried in the bottom of his heart, and his face showed a cold and ruthless look of clothes.

The man put the tray on the bedside table, picked up Song He's favorite lotus seed and osmanthus porridge, scooped a spoonful with an enamel spoon, and even blew the temperature very carefully and thoughtfully before handing it to Song He's mouth.

"Song He, drink some porridge, you haven't eaten well for a day."

Yin Zheng's voice sounded no different from before, still gentle and gentle, as if everything he and Song He had done last night was just a nightmare for Song He.

If Song He's eyes weren't sore and swollen at the moment, she would definitely feel so.

However, what happened in the end is what happened, no matter how Yin Zheng will make up for it in the future, even if Song He knows in his heart that everything originated because of her, emotionally, Song He will never forgive Yin Zheng for binding himself and forcing him to stay.

An indifferent smile suddenly overflowed on Song He's lips, although this smile did not look imposing on her haggard and miserable face at the moment, it made Yin Zheng's heart jump uneasily for no reason.

Immediately after, Yin Zheng heard Song He's voice without any ups and downs, and said to him: "Yin Zheng, do you remember what I said to you yesterday?" ”

Yin Zheng was silent for a short time, and then replied, "Remember." ”

These two short words, like a cluster of small sparks, buried Song He in her heart for a night, and the explosive-like anger accumulated in the long night was completely ignited, and a 'boom' burst out from her heart.

Although Song He couldn't see things clearly, she could at least feel it, so at the moment when Yin Zheng's words fell, she raised her hand, and without any nostalgia, she flew out the soup spoon that was sent to her lips.

The spoonful with the hot porridge still on it was flipped and fell to the floor with a cracking sound.

Although Song He's voice sounded extremely hoarse, she was still stubborn, and she would rather be in pain than finish her words with Yin Zheng.

"Yin Zheng, I'm tired of you."