"Thank you!" Hearing this, Ling Xi stood up and walked directly towards the door of the private room.

"Ling Xi." Seeing this, Liao Jinghong felt a sense of loss in her heart, she stood up and called Ling Xi, who was leaving in a hurry.

"Anything else?" Ling Xi turned around at the door, the expression on his face was calm.

"Do you hate me? Hate me for using my life to separate you from Lianrong, and hate me for using a child who has nothing to do with you to make you and her unmarried? Liao Jinghong looked at him expectantly, but he didn't know what answer he hoped she could give.

"I don't hate." Ling Xi replied truthfully, between the three of them, there was nothing wrong with Lian Rong and Liao Jinghong, it was only him Ling Xi who was wrong, because he didn't understand his heart and didn't know what he wanted.

So he doesn't blame anyone for getting to where he is today.

"Nothing!" Liao Jinghong sat down in disappointment.

Ling Xi was surprised, and then opened the door of the private room and went out, but he didn't know that the moment he closed the door after going out, Liao Jinghong turned his head to look at the door, but only saw the cold door panel, and Liao Jinghong cried out.

He didn't even hate her!

If he doesn't love or hate, then he won't remember her in the future.

Liao Jinghong felt uncomfortable just thinking about it, if it wasn't for wanting to ask about the small hotel that day, it is estimated that he would not be here with her again.

Ling Xi walked towards her car when she got out of the restaurant, Liao Jinghong's car was parked next to her, it was a red Lamborghini, the latest new model this year, and there are not many in China, which shows that the youngest son of the chairman of "Weibo" is still good to her.

She's such a girl, isn't she?

Ling Xi shook his head, now he was a little confused, what did he like her back then, which led to the fact that he had failed Lian Rong for so many years.

In the next few days, Ling Xi did not go to look for Lianrong again, and went to and from work as usual every day.

Soon, Ling Hui was on vacation, Ning Yuanlan and Ling Mo took her out to sketch, there were three fewer people in the house, and it was completely deserted, her parents were not at home, and Ling Xi was the one who knew that she had miscarried, so Ling Baolu did not hide the mood that she had been depressed during this time.

Qi noticed this, and after Ling Xi went to work, he hugged Ling Baolu in his arms, "Let's go out for a walk, go to Yunnan?" ”

Qi Yu remembered that when Ling Baolu looked at the photos brought by Ning Yuanlan, her eyes were full of yearning.

He knows how sad she is when she loses her child, and he, in addition to being sad, actually has some relief.

Yes, he was a little relieved about losing his child, and he didn't want the child to become her fetters.

"Not good." Ling Baolu shook his head.

"And what do you want to do?" Qi Yu knew that she couldn't stay like this all the time, otherwise she would think of the child.

"Brother Qi Yu, I found that I haven't done anything for a long time."

"Do you want to work?" Qi Yu knew that although work would be tiring, it could divert her attention, which was also good.

"Let's find a scene to shoot." Ling Baolu looked up at him with a sincere expression.

"Do you really want to film?" Qi Yu let go of her and reached out to hold her face.

"Of course, I like filming a lot." Ling Baolu replied, but he was afraid that he would not agree, with a little pleading in his voice, "Brother Qi Yu, find me something to do, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable and will always think of the baby." ”

"Okay." As soon as she felt uncomfortable, he was out of line, holding her face and kissing her, "I'll let the studio arrange it and find you a role." ”