Looking at Liao Jinghong who was sick, Ling Xi sighed helplessly, maybe this is God's arrangement, and couldn't help but ask himself in his heart, if the child Liao Jinghong was pregnant with was his, then would he be with her?

Will definitely follow, this Ling Xi knows very well, the child is not another object, not a chong thing, but a person, since he let him come to this world, he has to be responsible for him, so if the child is his, he will definitely marry Liao Jinghong.

Even if he will have regrets in his heart after marriage, he will think about Lianrong, but he will still marry her.

Looking at Liao Jinghong's peaceful sleeping face, Ling Xi suddenly remembered a passage he saw on the Internet: Maybe every man has had two women like this, at least two. married a red rose, and over time, the red one changed to a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still "the bright moonlight before chuang"; married a white rose, the white one is a grain of rice sticky on the clothes, but the red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart.

Ling Xi rarely reads romance or prose, only knows that this is a paragraph written by an infatuated female writer named Zhang Ailing, many netizens will like to copy and paste on their personal signatures, when he saw this passage on the Internet, he thought of Lianrong and Liao Jinghong, and now when he thinks about this passage, his heart is more deeply touched.

Isn't that what he and the two women of Lianrong and Liao Jinghong have experienced?

But fortunately, God helped him make a choice, the child in Liao Jinghong's belly was not his, and the reason why he was sad and angry was not here, but Liao Jinghong knew that the child was not his, and used the child to deceive him from the Civil Affairs Bureau, which Ling Xi couldn't bear.

Deception is the most unforgivable, especially the lies that harm others and benefit oneself, which Ling Xisuo hates, so it is impossible for him to be with Liao Jinghong in this life, no matter how fortunate he is in chasing Lian Rong in this life, he will not turn back and choose Liao Jinghong.

This night, Ling Xi accompanied Liao Jinghong for one night, during which Ning Yuanlan called to ask him when he would go to dinner, and he told her very honestly, "Mom, Jinghong is hospitalized with a fever, Weihong hasn't rushed over yet, I'll take care of her, and I'll go back when Weihong comes, you don't have to leave me the door." ”

"Okay, I got it." Ning Yuanlan was relieved when she heard that her son was not hiding what she was doing now, and originally wanted to persuade him to know how to be measured, but when she thought that her son was so honest in front of her and said what he was doing now, she just gave up.

After hanging up Ning Yuanlan's phone, Ling Xi found that Liao Jinghong had woken up, so he asked her with concern, "Wake up, what do you think?" Drink some water? ”

Liao Jinghong wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth, he found that his throat was so sore that he couldn't make any sound at all, Ling Xi saw this, and immediately got up to take her the water he had prepared before, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to her.

Liao Jinghong's drip was still dripping, so he could only sit up with his hand all the time, Ling Xi saw this and helped her, and then handed her the water bottle in his hand.

Liao Jinghong was not polite to him, took the bottle and drank it directly, and only stopped when he felt that it was enough, his throat was much more comfortable, he looked down at the bottle cap in his hand, and found that there was not much water left in the bottle, so he leaned on his head and asked Ling Xi suspiciously, "What's wrong with me?" How did you end up here? ”

She only remembered that she had recorded a statement at the police station, and when she was going home, she felt dizzy, and before she could reach out and hold the table next to her, she didn't know anything.