"..."
Tan Bengbeng was startled, and looked up at him unexpectedly, with a dazed expression on his face.
"When did I say that I don't like children? When Xiao Liuliu was born, I took care of her. Until she was one year old, she thought she had two mothers."
Qi Yan: "..."
Seeing that he was silent, Tan Bengbeng asked the next question, "How long will it take you to prepare the antidote for the Patriarch?"
"I don't know. You can't be in a hurry. Besides, if the antidote is prepared slowly, the longer we will be alone. I'm not in a hurry."
After Qi Yan finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of Tan Bengbeng's dark face, and quickly changed the subject.
"Since you like children, why do you act like you don't want to get pregnant?"
Qi Yan still remembers her appearance at that time.
The little face was pale and pale.
There is deep fear in the eyes.
It was the first time he saw that kind of look after picking her up from the sea for so long.
Before that, he had always thought that she was not afraid of anything, nor was she afraid of death... but he was afraid that he would get pregnant.
He doesn't want to be surprised or impressed!
Tan Bengbeng's eyes sank when he heard that he was deliberately delaying the time without dispensing the medicine, and then heard his question.
Open the mouth angrily.
"I'm not afraid of getting pregnant, but it depends on whose child it is. You are such a rascal, if the child looks like you in the future, you might as well not have it!"
Qi Yan: "..."
So the reason she didn't want to get pregnant was not because she didn't like children, but because she didn't like his children
It's not the child who gets rejected, it's him...
Heartbroken!
Tan Bengbeng didn't notice his strange expression. It's not been a day or two since she disliked him. In the past, when he heard similar words, he was not ashamed but proud, and would deliberately tease her.
It's a little strangely quiet today.
But Tan Bengbeng was worried about the situation of the Mo family and wanted to go back to help Nian Xiaomu sooner.
His mind was elsewhere, so he naturally didn't notice what he was thinking, but urged him instead.
"Qi Yan, you can joke anytime, but human life is at stake. If we can go back one day sooner, Xiao Mumu will be less dangerous..."
Before Tan Bengbeng finished speaking, Qi Yan had already thrown the chopsticks on the dining table.
Standing up from the chair, he turned and walked out the door.
Like a child who ran away in anger, he disappeared by the door in the blink of an eye.
"Qi Yan..."
Tan Bengbeng stood up in surprise, and when he saw his figure disappear, he froze in place.
After a while, I didn't see him coming in.
Pursing her lips, she stepped out.
Originally thought that he had been away for such a long time, he might have gone far.
But when she walked to the door, she found a tall figure, squatting on the open space by the door, playing with mud...
He is tall and stands out when he squats down.
For houses near the sea, the soil on the open space in front of the house also contains some sand.
He squatted at the place where the cement floor and the sand at the door connected.
Head down, looking like he's sulking.
Holding a small stick in his hand, he kept drawing circles on the ground...
For some reason, seeing this scene, Tan Bengbeng suddenly flashed the sentence: I want to draw a circle and curse you.
If Qi Yan is really cursing something in circles now, then the cursed object must be her.
Rationally, she should go up and stop him right away, and she can also scold him for being naive by the way.
But looking at his somewhat lonely back, she suddenly felt a little distressed, a little guilty... very complicated emotions lingered in her heart.
Unable to speak.