"I'm home, and you are not allowed to follow me anymore. {suimеng] щ{suimеng[lā}" Luo Yan warned him.

"I don't have a place to sleep tonight." He shrugged at her, then ignored her warning and followed her.

Luo Yan tore open his bag, took out a few hundred-yuan bills from it, and 'smashed' them in his direction!

"Miss Ben rewards you, find a place to sleep, don't bother me, okay? Just when I beg you? ”

As her words fell, the banknotes swirled in the low air for half a circle and landed at Yemo's feet.

A vague smile tugged at his lips, and he bent down quietly, picked up the banknotes one by one, and sorted them out.

He walked up to Luo Yan, pulled one of her hands hanging down at his side, spread out her clenched palm, and put the banknotes back in her hand.

He said solemnly, "I'm not going anywhere tonight, I'll just sleep with you." ”

Luo Yan was really angry, she could do anything, she raised her hand, and threw a slap in the face with the wind......

Yemo didn't hide, he didn't even blink his eyes.

However, Luo Yan's hand stopped at a distance of no more than a stone's throw from him.

Her hands trembled slightly.

Luo Yan hated.

Hate him, and hate yourself.

He didn't know why he was still provoking her, and he didn't know why, he just couldn't let him go!

Sooner or later, she will be tossed to death by this awkward relationship.

Luo Yanhun undulated unevenly, she slowly withdrew her hand, that slap, after all...... Still didn't fall.

She clenched her palms, turned around and left.

Yemo wantonly inserted one hand into the pocket of his trousers and followed slowly.

Luo Yan opened the door, the front foot walked into the house, and Yemo followed in with the back foot, he didn't have the heart to worry about anything with him at all, she told herself, he was just air, ignore him.

Luo Yan changed his shoes, took off his knitted jacket, walked to the sofa and sat down.

Yemo stared at her figure for a long time, and her calm gaze suddenly sank after falling on her slightly bulging lower abdomen.

I don't know if it's because of the physique, Luo Yan doesn't show her pregnancy, her five-month-old belly doesn't look like an ordinary person when she was three months old, although Yemo deliberately ignores it, but some problems have to be figured out after all.

He walked up to her with a blank face and looked at her condescendingly.

Luo Yan only felt a shadow hanging above her head, and she knew that Yemo was standing beside her, but she still pretended to be familiar with it.

She picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, took out a bunch of grapes from the fruit basket on the coffee table, and ate it nonchalantly.

"Whose child is it?" Yemo didn't shy away from it, and asked straight to the point.

Luo Yan's good-looking brows frowned slightly, his hands stiffened, and a grape did not grasp it steadily, and fell directly to the ground.

She fell silent.

Yemo chased after him and asked, "Who is the child?" Answer me. ”

"It's not yours." Luo Yan sneered, "Is this answer satisfactory?" ”

He grabbed her wrist and moved uncontrollably, and he pulled her off the couch and close to his body.

"I want to hear the truth."

Luo Yan snorted coldly, "You are sick, we are all divorced, and you still care whose child it is?" I'm telling you, Yemo, even if the child is yours, it has nothing to do with you! ”

After hearing her words, his calm eyes changed slightly, and his whole eyes turned from deep black to scarlet scarlet with anger......