Xiang Fan slowed down and walked slowly on the road to Sanssouci Island, but his mind kept recalling the words that Dong Qinran had just said to him.

There seems to be a voice full of demagogy that has been saying to him, "Raw rice is cooked and cooked, and she is yours." ”

"Women are all contradictory, they say no on their lips, but they say they want in their hearts."

"You have loved her for so many years, she knows, you love her so much, how can you hurt her, how can she not know this, she will definitely forgive you. Moreover, you love her so much, and you won't treat her badly after you get married, what are you afraid of? ”

"Her husband is dead, and she has to raise the children on her own, how can this be done? Children need fathers after all, you are the most suitable candidate for fathers, do it, feelings are not waiting, after waiting for so many years, if there is a result, why wait until now? ”

"Cook the raw rice into rice, she will be yours."

"Ling Baolu's focus now is on the child, you promise that you will be good to the child, and she will accept you."

Xiang Fan felt that his brain was about to explode, as if there were many people speaking in his ear, every word, every sentence, with a demagogic tone, listening to him on the verge of collapse.

Xiang Fan couldn't stand it and punched the trunk of the tree on the side.

His strength was very great, and he punched it over, huge; The large tree pole shook a few times, and countless fallen leaves fell from the tree one after another, swaying around her.

And the voice of the fallen leaves seemed to be full of bewitchment, and kept saying to him the words in his head just now.

Xiang Fan only felt that there was a problem, but he couldn't think of a problem there, he didn't dare to go back, for fear that he would really do something to Ling Baolu, so he could only stand by the river, looking at the slow-flowing river, and stay for an afternoon.

But in this afternoon, Xiang Fan was not having a good time, the voice in his head was always there, and his willpower was completely collapsed when the sun was about to set, and he was completely controlled by the voice in his head.

Yes, he loves Ling Baolu, I don't know if it's as simple as liking.

After so many years, Ling Baolu has always been alone in his heart, and now that her husband has been dead for four years, she has spent four years remembering and raising their son, which is enough.

From twenty-three to twenty-seven, this is the age when a woman is in full bloom, but she spends this time remembering her husband and raising their son, which is enough for Qi Yu.

Ling Baolu is only twenty-seven years old, the road ahead is so long, she still has a better life waiting for her, she can't go on alone like this.

He loves her for her good, cook the raw rice into rice, and she will be with him, he promises that he will be good to her, and if Qi Yu does it, he will do it, and if Qi Yu can't do it, he will do the same.

He would also treat their children as if they were his own, and if she was worried that he would treat them badly, it was a big deal, they didn't want children.

Xiang Fan thought so, and made a decision in her mind, she suddenly turned around and began to rush towards Ling Baolu's house as fast as she could; Stab past.

When I pushed open the iron door, I saw Ling Baolu and Lianrong walking together.

"Xiang Fan is here, what's wrong? Look at you sweating profusely, running here? Lianrong looked at Xiang Fan suspiciously.

"Are you going to pick up the kids?" Xiang Fan looked at Ling Baolu and asked.

"Well, the kids are out of school." Ling Baolu overslept again in the afternoon, so they decided to drive to pick up the children from school.

"I have something to tell you!" Xiang Fan strode to Ling Baolu's side and grabbed it; Hold her hand.