Love Burns Out: Mr. Li Loves Me

After the initial shock, Wen Rong's mood has now stabilized, just like a roller coaster, which reaches the highest point and then suddenly falls. Once you get used to it, nothing is unacceptable.

But she still didn't want to see Li Zhengting, but Wen Rong now seemed to have closed her five senses and was no longer willing to show the slightest bit of softness.

But Li Zhengting knew that she was resisting him.

At night, after Li Zhengting finished his official business in the study, he entered the master bedroom and saw a thin bulge on the bed.

In the reflection of the moonlight, she seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy and dreamy gauze. Li Zhengting's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he walked to the bed with firm and solemn steps.

The obsession and lust in his eyes were so full that they were about to overflow. Wen Rong on the bed rested her head on his palm, eyes quietly closed. Her every breath was filled with a well-behaved, sweet and soft scent, which made Li Zhengting feel slightly hot.

He gently lifted the quilt, touched her warm and soft waist, put his slender and strong arms around her, and leaned his hot chest against her.

Only until he really held the person in his arms did Li Zhengting's heart settle back into his chest.

Just touching her cold palms and soles, Li Zhengting frowned, immediately picked up the terminal tablet on the bedside, and raised the temperature of the bedroom by two degrees.

He is usually afraid of heat, but Wenrong's body temperature is always cool all year round, and holding her in his arms makes him sigh with comfort.

But Wen Rong's body was very delicate. She was afraid of both heat and cold, especially in the summer. If she wasn't careful and wanted to stay cool, her hands and feet would easily become cold and she wouldn't be able to recover for a long time.

Therefore, the temperature in the bedroom is 20 degrees all year round. Before Wen Rong regained her memory, she would snuggle into his arms every night and draw warmth from his body temperature.

The two of them would always cuddle up together and sleep till dawn. They were so good at that time.

Wen Rong's eyelashes trembled a few times and she opened her eyes. She had already woken up when Li Zhengting entered the room.

Since she recovered her memory, Wen Rong no longer dared to fall asleep easily, because once her consciousness fell into a deep sleep, all her memories would come out and torture her.

Until now, the slightest disturbance will be magnified infinitely, and even lead to some subtle symptoms of neurasthenia.

Until just now, when Li Zhengting's strong and powerful arm reached out to her, she only felt her whole body trembling unconsciously.

Sensing her reaction, Li Zhengting buried his face in the back of her neck, sucking on the delicate skin beside her ear, and his voice became much heavier: "Baby, do you feel cold?"

Wen Rong didn't answer. He thought she was half asleep, so he chuckled and said, "Can I warm you up, baby?"

Wen Rong sat up without hesitation, hugged her pillow, and wanted to get out of bed. Li Zhengting frowned, standing up and blocking her way, noticing her intention.

The ambiguous atmosphere just now was abruptly stopped.

"DaDa, where are you going?"

Wen Rong neither struggled nor looked at him. She just hugged the pillow and remained silent for a moment. Her beautiful eyes made it impossible to read any emotion.

But Li Zhengting could sense that she was rejecting and resisting him, and it was so serious that she couldn't stay in the same room with him.

He felt unhappy after coming to this conclusion. He clenched his fists, then loosened and clenched them again, repeating this several times, as if it was a silent stalemate.

Finally, Li Zhengting was defeated. He pulled the pillow from Wen Rong's hand, put it down, grabbed her legs, and pushed her back onto the bed.

"It's okay, I'll go to the study and sleep so I don't disturb the baby, okay?"

Wen Rong breathed a sigh of relief, but when Li Zhengting really left, the luxurious and large master bedroom became eerily quiet. Without the heat source, it felt extremely cold and increasingly unbearable.

Wen Rong wrapped herself up tightly from head to toe in a soft blanket, leaving only her round head exposed.

In the darkness, she still relied on him and had withdrawal symptoms.

But it's okay!

Wen Rong comforted herself in this way, there is no time that cannot heal a wound, if there is, it is just that the time is not long enough.

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Li Zhengting felt very helpless, but didn't want to force Wen Rong, so he had to ask Aunt Lan to clean up a room next door for him.

However, whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Li Zhengting couldn't help but stand at the door of Wen Rong's room, staring at the closed door quietly, his heart filled with complicated emotions.

Is Wen Rong going to continue like this with me?

One night, Li Zhengting was standing guard outside Wen Rong's door as usual. Suddenly, he heard a scream from inside and rushed in immediately. Wen Rong was curled up on the bed with a pale face, holding her stomach with her hands, looking very painful.

"What's wrong? Fight!" Li Zhengting asked anxiously.

"...It hurts..." Wen Rong's voice was so weak that it seemed like it would fade away at any time.

"Where does it hurt? Is your stomach upset?"

Li Zhengting was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He called Aunt Lan loudly and asked her to call a doctor immediately, but Wen Rong only then woke up from her dream.

Seeing her pupils gradually focusing, Li Zhengting finally reacted, "Da Da, are you having a nightmare?"

After Wen Rong woke up, she broke out in a cold sweat, soaking her thin nightgown.

Li Zhengting carried her into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, raised the seat to ensure that the water would not submerge her lower abdomen, and then reached out to strip off Wen Rong's nightgown.

At first she struggled to stop, but Li Zhengting coaxed her softly, "Be good, or you'll feel uncomfortable because of the wetness."

Li Zhengting is not a saint, nor is he Liu Xiahui. At this moment, Wen Rong is like a peeled lychee, blatantly seducing him.

All the blood in his body rushed to his lower abdomen, and his muscles expanded due to the physiological reaction.

Even though he had never had any other woman except Wen Rong, his skills were superb. He took advantage of the opportunity of giving Wen Rong a bath to tease her everywhere.

After just a few moves, Wen Rong was completely defeated. She could only be held by him at the waist and with her delicate little chin fixed. She breathed in and out with a dazed look on her face.

Li Zhengting was familiar with all her sensitive points. After all, he was the one who developed and trained them, so he knew them like the back of his hand.

During these days, he did not force or demand anything from Wen Rong, only gave her endless love and sweetness.

So it was difficult for Wen Rong not to react.

"Dada, stop being angry, okay? Hmm?"

"You've been naughty, Nian Nian. Daddy hasn't been around these past few days, and you haven't even comforted Mom. I'll settle accounts with you when you get out."

"Da Da, you've lost a lot of weight. Are you torturing yourself on purpose, or are you torturing me?"

"Fight, I can't bear it."

Li Zhengting didn't dare to let her soak for too long. After about ten minutes, he carried the darling, whose body was covered in light pink, to the bed.

He pestered Wen Rong and whispered many sweet words of love in her ears, but Wen Rong never responded from beginning to end.

It was as if he was holding a champagne rose that was beautiful but had its inner texture rusted and corrupted.

Li Zhengting was unwilling to give up. He could clearly smell the sweet fragrance of peaches and feel the soft and smooth skin under his hands. He didn't believe that he couldn't warm that warm heart.

With a hoarse voice, he coaxed her almost pleadingly: "DaDa, can you talk to me? I want to hear you talk..."

"Even if it's words of resentment or scolding, can you please say something?"

Wen Rong looked at him and slightly curled the corners of his lips.

"Li Zhengting, what's wrong with you? This is not like you at all..."

If it were in the past, if he couldn't get what he wanted from her, or if he got it, it was not what he expected.

Then he would attack her cruelly, regardless of her feelings, and forcefully intervene in everything about her, forcing her to behave in the way he likes.

Instead of being so humble and coaxing her like now.

Especially in his eyes... there was something she couldn't understand. Wen Rong didn't know that it was his love for her.

She didn't want this to happen because she would feel uncomfortable.

Chu Yan's words completely woke her up and reminded her how pitiful and ridiculous her happiness during this period was.

"Zheng Ting, you said... you would give me whatever I want, right?"

Li Zhengting's body stiffened, but he finally nodded.

"I want to leave you and I don't want you to appear in front of me anymore, okay?"

Perhaps his suddenly cold aura startled Wen Rong. Feeling the person in his arms shudder, Li Zhengting took a few deep breaths and adjusted himself secretly.

He lowered his head and kissed her fingertips. "My dear, how can I let you go?"

She is so delicate and weak, and she is pregnant with their baby Nian Nian. I'm afraid she can't even take care of herself, let alone take care of Nian Nian.

In other words, he wouldn't trust anyone to take care of the child, not even Wen Rong's biological parents or his mother.

He can only feel at ease if he keeps people under his own supervision.

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After one night, Li Zhengting took the initiative to invite Ye Birou to live in the Elk Manor and accompany Wen Rong closely.

Wen Kaiyan's health has improved a lot, and there is a nanny and a housekeeper at home, as well as Wen Cheng. Unless it is something urgent, Ye Birou will live in the Elk Manor.

Lian Weng Shuyao would often come over during the day. After all, Wen Rong was already four months pregnant, and in about five months, a cute little baby would be born in their family!

Li Zhengting threw himself back into his busy work and even returned to the military region. When commanding and deploying at the front line, he would sometimes not come back for two or three days.

Seeing him like this, Weng Shuyao was unwilling but understood.

He was giving Wen Rong some breathing space. Since she didn't like him, he simply stayed away from her.

Hide somewhere where she can't see you and won't be bothered by you.

It's just a humble hope that she can slowly come to terms with it and try to let go of the knot in her heart.

However, the front-line war zone was full of dangers. He went into dangerous situations several times, and even had a narrow escape and his life was hanging by a thread. His mind was full of Wen Rong's figure!

The way she acts coquettishly and tenderly, the way she is shy and charming, or even the way she is cold and indifferent.

Every scene was so deeply engraved in his heart, carrying with it fatal pain and guilt.

He feels both love and pain, with no way to find relief.

The longest time he was away was when he came back from abroad, and it was ten days later.

The north city has entered midsummer. When walking along the suburban road towards the Third Ring Road, you can clearly hear the chirping of cicadas in the roadside trees.

Li Zhengting had not yet taken off his black military uniform. He asked the driver to lower the air-conditioning temperature and told him to drive faster!

The driver clearly saw from the rearview mirror the anxiety beneath Mr. Li's stern appearance, and also saw him rubbing his right hand constantly, which was obviously a stereotyped movement that only comes with extreme anxiety.

This is the first time that Mr. Li has been away from home for such a long time since his wife became pregnant!

Isn't it anxious? After all, a short separation is better than a new marriage. No matter how powerful a man is, he will be the same on his way to see his sweetheart!

No future~

The journey that originally took more than an hour was shortened to just twenty minutes.

The reason was simple: no matter how expensive a car was, it was too slow. So when passing by the Li Group, Li Zhengting got out of the car, took the elevator all the way to the top floor, and flew directly back to the Elk Manor in a helicopter.

He walked step by step in his half-high military boots towards the home he had longed for. Thinking of the people he hadn't seen for ten days, his heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably.

He cursed himself inwardly, "What a shame!"

But after cursing, he frowned and smiled for no apparent reason.

Just as he was passing by the garden, he caught a glimpse of a scene out of the corner of his eye that made him stop suddenly!

He turned around and looked, his pupils suddenly contracted!

Li Zhengting changed direction and walked towards the greenhouse!

There was originally a glass greenhouse here that he designed and built himself. Inside the greenhouse were champagne roses planted by him and Wen Rong themselves. It was a sea of ​​roses, which were his favorite flowers.

During that time, he would personally pick the most beautiful champagne rose every morning and place it next to Wenrong's pillow, just to see her happy and satisfied smile when she woke up.

But now in the glass greenhouse, all the champagne roses have been removed, leaving only a very faint rose fragrance.

Li Zhengting's face was gloomy and he clenched his fists. Who on earth was so bold as to touch these flowers that he had carefully cared for?

He suspected everyone, even Aunt Lan. Maybe Aunt Lan was old and didn't like to take care of the flowers and plants, so she had them all pulled out.

Li Zhengting chewed the bitter taste and told himself to calm down again and again. He threw the luggage bag in his hand to the ground and strode towards the villa!

But the moment he pushed open the door, he was suddenly stunned!

The wall where the huge wedding photo was originally hung is now empty! It's as if it had never existed!

Aunt Lan heard the voice and came out. She was delighted when she saw Li Zhengting! But as he looked over, Aunt Lan's eyes dimmed again, and she could only sigh helplessly.

"Auntie Lan, give me a reasonable explanation. Where is the wedding photo hanging here?"

Aunt Lan turned around and said helplessly: "Sir, I'm afraid... you want to ask about fighting."

Li Zhengting's back tensed up instantly, he rushed up to the second floor in two steps, and pushed open the door of the study room cleanly and quickly with rude eagerness!

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the book wall next to the floor-to-ceiling window. Originally, there was a soft Persian carpet there. He remembered that Wen Rong's favorite thing was to sit on it, holding a book casually, nestling in his arms, and reading for a long time.

But now, the carpet is gone, replaced by a pile of photos that have been burned to ashes.

Li Zhengting's temples were throbbing, and he was afraid that if he walked over, he would see a scene that he couldn't accept...

After more than ten seconds, he finally walked over.

When he saw the pile of burnt and incomplete wedding photos on the ground, an overwhelming sharp pain came over him, as if he was stabbed by a knife, causing him to feel a burning pain in his heart and bones.

At this time, the sound of a door opening was heard downstairs again. Like the owner, a pair of light footsteps gradually climbed up the stairs and slowly walked towards the study...