When he was in the car that time, if he said that he didn't want children, she would definitely choose to kill him silently and never tell him.
So, she can't deny it now. At the time, she hadn't thought about the future, and the child was gone.
The man squeezed her chin and tightened slightly. His face was gloomy and dripping, and the tone of voice was still pale, but every word seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ice. I still can’t raise him? If I was in the car and said I wanted a child, would you keep him?"
Qiao Yimo's eyes flashed, and his eyes fell elsewhere.
She really wants that child, but are they still useful now
If she answered yes, would he blame himself
"Look at my eyes! Answer me." The man smashed her cheek forcibly, his eyebrows and eyebrows were already gathered thickly, his sight was even colder to the bone.
Qiao Yimo's hand in the quilt seemed to be pressed into the palm of his palm, his heart was so painful, he bit his lip and was silent for a while, facing his sight, he answered arduously, "... No, you are right... I never I have thought about wanting this kid. My position in the show business circle is still unstable. The success I want has not yet been achieved. This kid comes at an untimely time. I don't want him..."
After speaking in one breath, Qiao Yimo almost exhausted all the strength of his whole body, no longer able to speak, and simply closed his eyes.
Fu Sinian's wrist increased in an instant,
Almost wishing to crush her, her pupils were covered with bloodthirsty gloom.
After a while, a single syllable overflowed from his thin lips, "Heh..."
"Qiao Yimo, do you think that your kindness to the Fu family allows me to tolerate you without a bottom line? So now is the time to start making noise?"
After calming down for two years, she was like an invisible person in front of him. She never had any sense of presence, quiet and obediently like her label, never arguing with him, even if he was tossed to cry, she did not There was something awkward, but in just a few days, she really made him look at him with admiration.
Qiao Yimo had no energy to make an expression, his palm-sized face was pale and indifferent, and he seemed to be carelessly indifferent, biting his lip without saying a word.
The man suddenly released his hand, stood up straight, and looked at her coldly, "In the beginning, you used kindness as a bargaining chip, just wanting me to marry you, but now, you want more, right? Since you want to toss , I will accompany you to toss, as for all the consequences, you will bear it yourself."
After saying this, he didn't even look at her, and walked out with his long legs.
The moment the door was slammed, Qiao Yimo's emotions that could no longer be suppressed came out silently, his curled eyelashes trembled lightly, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes and soaked into the pillow very quickly.
The silent choking gradually becomes low
Weeping, the whole person looks fragile like a small white flower that may wither at any time.
…
After the man slammed the door and left, Qiao Yimo hadn't seen him for many days.
Even in the new home of the two of them in another place, she had never met.
The man did not leave, but left the master bedroom to her, and moved to the second bedroom to sleep.
Even though she was very frustrated and uncomfortable, she didn't dare to provoke him anymore, she could only try to assume that nothing happened, and go to the set to film normally.
"Yimo, Yimo, Qiao Yimo?"
"Ah? Sister Xiao, what's the matter?" Qiao Yimo sat in the rest of the studio, looking at Xiao Xiao with a ignorant expression.
Xiao Xiao frowned, "Should I ask you something? Why have you been so distracted these days? Are you still ill?"
Ever since I was photographed by reporters at a luxury jewelry store a few days ago, when I came back, the whole person seemed to have lost his soul.
Qiao Yimo pulled a smile on his white face, and said casually: "I'm fine, I was just thinking about the lines."
"Your smile is more ugly than crying. I believe that you have ghosts." Xiao Xiao gave her a roll of eyes and said coldly, "Forget it, you don't want to ask me. Now you cheer up. Good things await you."
Qiao Yimo's expression was awkward for a moment, and he straightened his expression quickly and curiously said: "What's a good thing?"
(End of this chapter)