I don't know why I'm so desperate, but when my hand touches this woman's shoulder. My impulse to do so turned into regret, and I kind of regretted it. If this woman is really Sun Xiaoqing, what should I do? Is it possible for me to say to her, come back, I like you.

But is it possible for her to come back?

What should I do if she doesn't want to come back?

But I didn't think about it, if this woman wasn't Sun Xiaoqing, wouldn't all of this be my fantasies and worries?

It turns out that when the woman turned her head. All my worries and hopes came to naught in an instant, this woman was not Sun Xiaoqing, she looked at me and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry I recognized the wrong person." ”

The woman just smiled indifferently and left again.

I looked at the woman's back, and I wished she was Sun Xiaoqing!

However, how much of my heart is glad that she is not Sun Xiaoqing this time. It's very contradictory, as if I want to see her, but I don't dare to see her. For Ma Xiaodan, I can let her go on her own path of redemption, but for Sun Xiaoqing, I can only go on this path of redemption, because I am sorry for her, maybe she can completely kill the child and find someone to marry.

Perhaps, after she left, the first thing she did was to get a baby.

Maybe...... I don't have children.

I was a little irritable, stunned, a little angry and resentful in my heart.

Qingyu chased me up from behind, and when she saw me standing there, her face was cloudy, she couldn't help but be a little worried, took my hand and said, "Hao Ren, you're okay, right?" ”

I turned my head to look at Qingyu, and this was a complete reaction from my inner world. I'm not stupid, I know it's all just a pipe dream. What I have to do now is to redeem just as Ma Xiaodan did. Ma Xiaodan's redemption is leaving, while my salvation is struggle.

No matter whether Sun Xiaoqing chooses to beat the child or choose to give birth to the child. For me, it's all heartache. Whether she's married or not, I'm not in a position to see her right now. I am a man, all I need to do is to work hard and keep trying, and one day, I can say to her: come with me, I can give you a comfortable life. I'm a real success.

Or, if she marries, I will also be able to say to the man she marries, you can't give her happiness.

Thinking about this, the uncertain expression on my face instantly became more affirmative. I raised my head and said to Qingyu, "I'm fine, don't worry." ”

Qingyu said a very interesting sentence to me: "A person's success does not represent a person's happiness, and happiness has a lot to do with happiness and security." ”

I turned my head to look at her in surprise, and she said, "What Aunt Huang told me." ”

I smiled and said to her, "You're already out of school." ”

Qingyu smiled, I pinched her nose angrily and said, "The college entrance examination is going to be in June, I want you to be admitted to Guanghua University, otherwise I will spank you." ”

Qingyu heard my affectionate words, and her face turned red. I smiled and took her home.

……

Life is like that, it's fast, but it's slow. Sometimes it's like a pot of boiling water, and sometimes it's like a pot of steaming water that never boils. I don't know what Lu Dao Xia Wanyu thinks about her pregnancy, but I think I already know what I want. On the third night after returning from Qian Wenzhong's house, I called her.

The phone was connected, and she asked, "What are you doing?" ”

I said, "I'm going to talk to you." ”

Xia Wanyu's tone was still very cold: "I don't have anything to talk about with you." ”

I turned around and confronted the contradiction: "Talk about the baby in your belly." ”

Xia Wanyu smiled and said, "This child is not your child, what are you going to do?" ”

I said, "I just don't want this child to be killed by his mother in the womb." ”

Xia Wanyu was silent for a long time.

I continued, "I know the truth. Xia Wanyu, half of what you say you like me is true, but I also want to tell you that when I say I like you, it must be all fake, I just want to say, sometimes don't plan for the worst, for example, abortion. ”

Xia Wanyu still didn't speak, I said, "Can we make an appointment to meet somewhere?" ”

Xia Wanyu said to me, "You say the place. ”

I thought about it for a moment and said, "There's a nice teahouse in the eastern suburbs." ”

Xia Wanyu said: "Tomorrow afternoon, four o'clock." ”

As I told her, the two of us may have been using it from the beginning, but we did it in a fake way, for example, Xia Wanyu would really have a relationship with me in front of Sun Xiaoqing in the office. Although she did a lot of things to be sorry for me, such as she asked Zhang Xiaojun's house to be demolished, and she asked the people of Dongxiang Company to cut me, she was just doing it step by step. Because from the very beginning, she was using me.

But after reaching the extreme, even she didn't notice that she had slowly developed a trace of imperceptible feelings in this kind of fake play.

It may sound fake, but it's real.

……

At four o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, in a quiet teahouse, I met Xia Wanyu, who had been away from me for three months.

When she came, she was wearing a lounge coat and a big sunglasses, and she was more than two months pregnant, so that her lower abdomen was bulging, like a hill, but on her feet, she was still wearing a pair of ten-centimeter-high heels, just like her character, she looked very gentle on the surface, but there was always a sharpness that belonged to her in her bones. For example, she asked me to assassinate Zhang Qingshi, maybe she put me in danger, but she was more clever than Wang Yingli.

For example, if you go directly to solve the biggest boss, won't a little shrimp like Wang Yingli be solved?

I came half an hour before her, and when she came, she walked up to me, sat down, and I said to her, "Drink something." ”

Xia Wanyu took off the sunglasses above her eyes, looked at me with a pair of big eyes, and asked me, "I don't want to drink, I just want to hear what you have to say." ”

I took a deep breath, already on the way here, I had already figured out what I was going to say. I went straight to the point: "The child is my child. ”

Xia Wanyu looked at me and said, "Can you confirm it?" ”

I don't know why the conversation between us is so blunt, but I still insist, "The child is my child." ”

Xia Wanyu sat on the sofa and didn't speak.

I don't know what the road is for, the original soothing background music of the teahouse has become the song "Worm Flying" that makes people feel a kind of loneliness to sadness. The immature children's voices, coupled with lyrics with a sense of old pictures of the wasteland, express the feelings of desolation and loneliness, but also contrast with the wonderful warmth of love.

ps：

Dear book friends, add another chapter. Swear to guard the chrysanthemums, I hope everyone has flowers for flowers, and there are collections for collections. If you keep the first place, the big steamed buns will be violent, as for how much.

Well, I think it's going to be a lot.