My husband disappeared after a flash marriage, but I am pregnant with his child

Huo Yan's eyes were as sharp as a cheetah locking onto its prey. He stared at Qiao Qin, as if he wanted to see through every subtle emotion in her heart.

Qiao Qin stood in front of him, her face as pale as paper, her eyes flashing with both anxiety and expectation, as if she was standing in the center of a storm, waiting for an unknown fate.

The man's figure cast a long shadow under the office light, completely enveloping her.

As he approached, Qiao Qin could feel the strong masculine scent, as hot as wildfire, making her tremble involuntarily.

At this moment, Huo Yan suddenly stretched out his big hand and pushed her hard into the corner.

Qiao Qin's back instantly hit the cold wall with a dull sound. She screamed and instinctively wanted to struggle, but Huo Yan's other big hand had already firmly grasped her waist, making her unable to move.

“It’s a bit sad here.”

Huo Yan's voice was low and hoarse, like a low growl squeezed from the depths of his throat. He grabbed one of Qiao Qin's hands and pressed it hard against his heart.

Qiao Qin could feel his heart beating wildly, and that rhythm seemed to tell of the turmoil in his heart.

Followed by.

Huo Yan suddenly leaned down, his face almost close to her ear, his breathing became rapid and hot, spraying on her skin.

Qiao Qin only felt a tingling sensation and nervousness, and her heartbeat quickened as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

"But, I believe you."

Huo Yan's voice suddenly became gentle and firm, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, penetrating the haze in her heart.

Qiao Qin raised her head suddenly and met a pair of deep eyes that flashed with a gentle light, as if it could melt all the anxiety in her heart.

In an instant, tears welled up in my eyes.

She hugged Huo Yan tightly and buried her head in his chest. She felt as if she was surrounded by a powerful force, and felt extremely safe and warm.

"Thanks……"

Thank you for being so kind to me and thank you for believing in me.

Qiao Qin's voice was choked and trembling, and she could hardly utter complete words.

The two of them hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to integrate each other into their lives. The air around them seemed to freeze, leaving only the sounds of their heartbeats and breathing.

......

at the same time.

In another corner of the bustling city, Lin Xingran was enjoying her own little world alone.

She shuttles between various announcements and filming every day. When she is not working, she goes to the Huo family to see her godson. Her life is fulfilling and happy.

That day, as usual, she sat on the sofa, browsing her phone and various news and information.

Suddenly, a striking piece of gossip popped up, with the headline: [Breaking news! Playboy Bo Zhili is about to get engaged to the daughter of the Liu family.]

Lin Xingran's finger paused slightly on the screen, her eyes drawn to the familiar name.

Bo Zhili, this name once occupied an important place in her life, but now it has become strange and distant.

An inexplicable emotion surged in her heart, as if something was tightly grasping her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her inner turmoil.

No matter who he chooses to marry, it has nothing to do with her.

Just then, a hurried doorbell rang outside the door.

The sound of "Ding Dong! Ding Dong!" echoed in the empty room, breaking Lin Xingran's meditation.

Could it be that the takeaway has arrived?

She frowned, put down her phone, stood up and walked to the door.

The moment the door opened, a disheveled figure appeared in her sight.

The man was wearing a tattered floral shirt that was stained with mud and rain. His hair was sticking to his forehead in a messy manner, and the rain was dripping down his hair onto his pale face.

There was a flash of surprise in Lin Xingran's eyes, and she could hardly believe her eyes.

Bo Zhili?

Why is he here?

And he looks so embarrassed!

Bo Zhili raised his hand. There was a long bloody scar on his arm, which had been soaked by the rain and had become festered. It looked shocking, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Can I come in?"

Lin Xingran's heart trembled suddenly. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of her, a complex emotion surged in her heart.

After a moment's silence, she finally relented.

Lin Xingran moved aside to make way for him, and said in a somewhat dry voice, "Come in first, and leave when the rain stops."

Bo Zhili nodded slightly, his eyes lingering on his wet clothes, obviously feeling uncomfortable.

He tried to wipe the rain off his face with his sleeves, but to no avail, and he looked even more miserable.

Seeing this, Lin Xingran couldn't help but sigh, with an indescribable emotion welling up in his heart. Since he had already decided to let him in, he might as well be a good person.

She turned and walked towards the room, saying coldly: "There is a bathroom on the second floor. Go take a shower and then change into this dress. Don't make my house dirty."

Bo Zhili nodded gratefully and dragged his tired body up the stairs.

Lin Xingran returned to the living room and sat on the sofa, feeling mixed emotions. She didn't know why she agreed to let Bo Zhili in.

After a while, the sound of water upstairs stopped.

Bo Zhili walked down the stairs wearing the shirt given to him by Lin Xingran. He was obviously stunned for a moment. The style and color of this shirt were his favorites, and the size was perfect, as if it was tailor-made.

He looked up at Lin Xingran, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the atmosphere between the two became a little awkward.

Lin Xingran looked at the shirt on the man and a complicated feeling welled up in her heart. This shirt was originally a birthday gift she was going to give to Bo Zhili. They were still together at that time, but after those things happened, this shirt has been unused at home.

Unexpectedly, this shirt is still worn by Bo Zhili.

Lin Xingran couldn't help but smile bitterly. Her taste in choosing clothes was indeed good, but her taste in men seemed to be really bad. She once thought that Bo Zhili was her true love, but was slapped in the face by reality.

"Ranran."

The man called softly, his tone filled with tenderness and expectation.

However, Lin Xingran frowned and immediately interrupted him: "Don't call me that."

Her voice was firm and cold, as if reminding them of their past relationship.

Bo Zhili was silent for a moment, then sighed.

"sorry."

These three words sounded extremely ironic to Lin Xingran.

The man in front of her owed her five years of youth and that dark memory. How could that be offset by a simple "I'm sorry"?

Lin Xingran felt a slight soreness in her nose. She tilted her head back, trying hard not to let the tears fall. Her whole body exuded an aura that said "keep away from strangers".

"I don't need your apology."

She looked at Bo Zhili coldly, without a trace of emotion in her eyes.