Chinese Although he did not object to her waiting for him to come back, it did not mean that he allowed her to sit in the living room in the middle of the night in a short dress during the day.

This stupid woman doesn't get sick for a day, and she feels bad!

The man took off his coat and put it over the woman's shoulder, put his arm through the crook of the woman's leg, picked her up horizontally, and led her upstairs.

Luo Xi didn't fall asleep, didn't speak, and didn't break free, there were a thousand words brewing in her eyes, but she didn't know which one to pick up and talk to him first.

Jing Mohao put her directly on the bed, kissed her lightly on her forehead, and covered her with a quilt.

"Sleep." The man spoke softly, as if he was afraid of startling her.

Before he could withdraw his hand, he was grabbed by the woman's hands.

"Jing Mohao..."

The man didn't quite hear her voice and reached out to touch her forehead.

Are you really sick from the cold?

Luo Xi dodged his hand slightly and got up and sat up.

No matter what the outcome is, what should come will always come.

Luo Xi's hands moved to the man's palms and clasped them together, as if seeking some kind of blessing.

"Jing Mohao, will you marry me?" Luo Xi's voice was a low voice, but on such a quiet night, it clearly fell into the man's ears.

The man's expression froze a little, then he curled his index finger, lifted the woman's chin, and looked at her.

"Luoxi, what kind of wind are you smoking today?"

"......" Luo Xi rubbed his fingers away, "I'm talking to you about this very seriously, Jing Mohao, I'm pregnant, will you marry me?" ”

The man's erect back stiffened.

She is expecting...

"When's it?" Jing Mohao immediately thought of her bloodshed.

Damn, she's pregnant, and I've done it with her so many times.

"Probably. A month and a half. ”

According to the last time she left S City, it should have been a month and a half, and the general pregnancy reaction will generally manifest itself after a month of pregnancy...

"Who's." The man spat out coldly.

Then I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

It's asking that kind of question yourself. Stupid, who else can this kid be, it's interesting to ask knowingly? Isn't this a clear attempt to make yourself unhappy?

How could he Jing Mohao have a child, even if he did, he wouldn't live for a month.

And now, this child is already a month and a half, how can it be his.

What's more, a month and a half ago, she was still preparing for a wedding with Chen Chen, how clear the traces on her body were, he checked them all without landing, this child is not Chen Chen's, who can it be.

Luo Xi suddenly raised his head and looked at him, "Jing Mohao, what did you say?" ”

"I said, 'Son, whose is it?' Jing Mohao didn't know what kind of demon he was in, so he just told her word by word.

It's like mocking his own incompetence.

I couldn't conceive with her for half a year, but I was picked up and conceived in 2 months.

It's. It's useless.

"Jing Mohao..."Luo Xi breathed in his throat, not knowing what to say.

I just feel that my eardrums are very painful and my eyes are very red.

He even asked whose child it was.

He even felt that this child was not his...

Indeed, how could this child be his...

In his memory, during that time, she Luoxi had always been with Chen Chen...

At that time, Luoxi was Luoxi, who betrayed him with all his heart, how could he be pregnant with his Jing Mohao's child.

In the memories she had replenished for him, she had never come back to see him, had not fallen in love with him a long time ago.

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