Sick beauty enemy is pregnant with my cub

Song Jing didn't know how much wine he drank, white, red, mixed, he ordered all the top ten cocktails on the wine list, his ears were buzzing, his head was swollen and painful, although his mind was clear but It was also because of the effect of alcohol that the countless senses and emotions were magnified. Looking at the man in a suit who didn't fit in here, he didn't even have to think about who it was.

At this moment he doesn't want to bear it any longer;

"Get out of here, don't dangle in front of my eyes."

He doesn't mind fighting with them here. He doesn't want to leave, and no one can force him. One of the people who came over was Qin Mo's assistant. Naturally, he had seen Song Jing's skills. Zhuang Lin didn't see him again today. They went together It is possible to win someone down, but the commotion in this bar is not trivial, so in the end, I can only ask Qin Mo for instructions.

On the street at ten o'clock in the evening, a Maybach passed by the main street. The person sitting in the back seat of the car frowned slightly, his stern face was gloomy, and his dark eyes seemed to contain a storm that was about to erupt. People didn't dare to look directly, the car stopped at the door of Lanjue Bar, the manager of the bar came down the steps and opened the door of the back seat in person, Qin Mo's gloomy face made him dare not speak much.

The temperature at night in November was already a little low. Qin Mo was wearing a long black woolen overcoat, and he couldn't see anything unusual under the loose clothes. He glanced at the facade of this bar with deep eyes, Lanjue Bar In this city, it can be regarded as one of the top ones. The people who come here are mostly rich and wealthy families. When they step into the bar, Qin Mo can't help frowning due to the smell of alcohol and the bustling sound inside.

It was not when he entered the bar last time. The manager of the bar personally led the way. Song Jing sat in a relatively remote corner of the VIP area. There were several empty wine glasses and bottles on the table. He didn't dare to get too close to him, and just kept guard at a place not far away. When he got to the position, the manager of the bar tactfully walked away.

Qin Mo walked to the table. The person in front of him had already torn off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt collar a few times. His face was flushed, but his eyes became brighter under the influence of alcohol. Song Jing was crooked. Leaning crookedly on the chair, with a wine glass twirling in his hand, seeing that the color is not low, he frowned and stepped forward;

"Go back with me."

Song Jing put one arm on the back of the sofa, turned sideways, and looked up and down at the person in front of him. His current brain is like a clockwork that has begun to rust. Every time it turns, it can make a worn-out sound. There were many voices in the room, buzzing, which made him a little more impetuous for no reason, but Huang Yangqing's voice could always be clearly recognized by him through these buzzing sounds;

"He was Qin Mo's former lover. I don't know his name, but I know that Qin Mo loved him very much back then, but he died. Mr. Song, you should understand what it's like to be a lover who dies when you love him the most. status."

"The dead are invincible. He will always stay in the best years and the time when their relationship was the strongest. Qin Mo's memory about him will never fade. Every day he faces you is borrowing you." The face misses the lover who has passed away."

He looked at Qin Mo and burst out laughing suddenly, getting more and more crazy;

"Go back? Why go back?"

He shook the wine glass in his hand, and just watched Qin Mo drink it up in one gulp. The wine slid down a little from the corner of his mouth, and fell down with the sweat on his neck. Qin Mo's expression was not very good. , he now knows that he met Huang Yangqing, but he doesn't think Huang Yangqing has any ability to make Song Jing become like this, he stepped forward and snatched the wine glass from Song Jing's hand, and dropped it with a "snap" Going out, the storm contained in the eyes is on the verge of erupting bit by bit.

The smell and loud noises in this bar made him feel very stuffy in his chest, and he began to faint faintly, and his stomach began to churn, did he wrinkle tightly, staring at the crazy person in front of him, with a warning in his voice ;

"Song Jing, let me say it again and go back with me."

Song Jing glanced at the shattered wine glass fragments, and the paranoia in his eyes emerged little by little. He stood up on the table, and approached the person in front of him step by step. After approaching, the shaking figure Finally, it became clear that he knew that Qin Mo rarely came to the bar, and he didn't have a good impression of the bar. He watched him frown and endure, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time rose up in his heart bit by bit;

"Oh, Mr. Qin actually came to this place in person, is this face so important to you?"

He sneered as he spoke. He remembered Qin Mo's possessiveness towards him at the beginning, then his obedience to him, and now he was willing to give birth to him. His white moonlight resembled a face.

Qin Mo didn't know what he was talking about, he took a deep breath to suppress the stuffy feeling in his heart;

"Let's go back and talk."

His evasive attitude completely angered Song Jing;

"If we don't go back, what do we have to go back? Go back and continue to let you look at this face?"

The discomfort on his body made it difficult for Qin Mo to have a good attitude;

"What face? You..."

Song Jing interrupted him decisively, with a frenzied and cold expression on his face, his eyes fixed on Qin Mo's face like nails;

"That's enough. Why are you pretending to be stupid with me now that Qin Mo is here? What do you think you're doing? Acting in a TV series at eight o'clock? Do you think I, Song Jing, are willing to be someone else's stand-in?"

He clenched his fist tightly, the last trace of rationality allowed him to control the urge to do something to this person, his chest heaved violently, why did he still have such an attitude at this moment?

"You lost your lover, so you use me as your comfort? Qin Mo, why don't you become a screenwriter? Wouldn't your dead lover be disgusted by your behavior? Even if he wasn't disgusted, I would be disgusted too. "

Qin Mo's brows were tightly locked, he had no idea what Song Jing was talking about;

"Have you lost your mind and gone crazy? What ecstasy soup have you been given by Huang Yangqing?"

Song Jing watched him refuse to admit it, and the anger in her heart suddenly started a prairie fire, almost burning out the last sliver of reason;

"Do you dare to do it or not? Qin Mo, your behavior really disgusts me. Are you not afraid that the disgusting things you did will end up on the child?"

This sentence caused Qin Mo's pupils to contract violently, and a glass of wine was poured directly on Song Jing's face. His body was trembling with anger, and his heart tightened for a while, causing him to lose strength and slip the glass. On the edge of the table, there was a coldness in his eyes, Song Jing was caught off guard by the cold wine, and his mind cooled down for a moment.

"Song Jing, do you know what you're talking about?"

Qin Mo's gaze almost wanted to put the person across the way straight away, and Song Jing was a little annoyed at what he said just now with his calm mind, but he would never apologize in such a situation, and even his thoughts were spreading in another direction, Qin Mo Taking such a big risk to keep this child, maybe it's not because this is their child at all, does he still think that this child can be more like him?Let him imagine this child as him and his white moonlight?

"I know, I've never been so sober for a moment, Qin Mo, do you still want to play dumb? But I don't want to play this kind of stand-in game with you anymore."

He didn't want to live in such a muddle.

Qin Mo found out that Song Jing was wrong, a substitute?What stand-in?He wanted to open his mouth but his stomach suddenly hurt. He felt a little flustered. He sat down with his hands on the table and took a deep breath. The paleness of his face was not very obvious under the dim light. Song Jing had a severe headache, Qin Mo couldn't help but Talk nonsense with him again, this place can't stay any longer, he gestured to the people behind him.

"Take him back."

It was Zhuang Lin who came with him.

Fortunately, the area around here was cleared ahead of time. Song Jing is good at skills, but he is still not Zhuang Lin's opponent, let alone drunk now.

When returning back, Qin Mo didn't take the same car with him. Song Jing also felt dizzy and nauseous in the car. Zhuang Lin took him out of the car. Qin Mo was not in a good condition, so he got out of the car while holding onto the armrest. Car, my stomach didn't hurt after that pain just now, but the child is moving a little now, with obvious heart palpitations, and his face is as white as paper under the incandescent light in the living room.

Without the frolicking and hustle and bustle in the bar, Qin Mo sat on the sofa in the living room with his hands on his heart. Song Jing suffered from severe headaches along the way, but he calmed down a little. Looking at the man on the sofa, he still hid his heart. I couldn't help worrying, he really looked down on himself.

He closed his eyes, his voice was cold and hard;

"Call the doctor if you feel unwell."

Qin Mo waved his hand, and everyone in the room went out. In an instant, only he and Song Jing were left in the room. He took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket and poured out a pill to contain in it. Under his tongue, his body lost his strength and leaned against the sofa. For a moment, the living room was as cold as water. After a long while, he turned his eyes to Song Jing who was on the side. Song Jing's appearance was not much better, and the shirt on his body They were all wrinkled, the area around his eyes was red from drinking, the smell of alcohol on his body was suffocating, his temples jumped up and down, and he was very upset. Seeing Qin Mo taking the medicine, the hand that was put aside was tightly clenched into a fist, but he still didn't move again. speak out.

Qin Mo guessed that there seemed to be some misunderstanding between them. After all, Song Jing was fine when he went out in the daytime. Even if this person messed around, he couldn't get angry with him now.

"Are you sober now?"

"Oh, you're the one who's unconscious, right?"

"Very good, when you wake up, tell me about the substitute, what happened to the dead lover."

He guessed that what Huang Yangqing said to him today, but Song Jing is not a fool, it is impossible for him to believe whatever he says.

Song Jing met Qin Mo's eyes. There was no guilt or embarrassment in those eyes, and there was even a strange calmness in them, as if he really didn't know about it. In other cases, he would even feel that he really misunderstood. He understood that people like Qin Mo would not shed tears when they saw the coffin.

He suddenly stood up and leaned over to Qin Mo's side. The smell of alcohol made Qin Mo feel nauseous again. He raised his hand to push the person in front of him away, but someone blocked his arm, and Song Jing held it His wrist and the other hand reached into the pocket of his coat. The left side was empty, and the right side was also empty. After two empties, the hand went to his trouser pocket again, Qin Mo's face suddenly sank;

"what are you doing?"

Song Jing suddenly smiled mockingly;

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in you."

His movements were very fast. The temperature of his palm was very hot after drinking, but the back of his hand suddenly touched a warm arc. It was this that made his movements stop. Qin Mo pushed him hard. Jing sat down on the carpet in front of the sofa without her wallet.

He got up and went straight to his study. Sure enough, the wallet was on the desk in the study. When he opened it, he could see a small photo. Even at this moment, he still felt a chill in his heart when he saw this photo. He closed his eyes, He went out with the wallet in hand, and he directly threw the wallet on the coffee table;

"Qin Mo, it's already at this point, so there's no need to pretend to be stupid anymore, right? Why did you snatch me to your side three years ago? Isn't it because of this person? The person you love is dead, so you use my face Come to comfort me?"

Qin Mo looked at the small photo in his wallet. This small photo was a synthetic one. It was a picture of him as an adult after he described Song Jing's appearance when he was a child to the artist. After a short time, since Song Jing came here, he almost forgot about the photo in his wallet. In a flash, he suddenly understood what was going on. Song Jing actually thought that he was a substitute for the person in the photo?How could he come to such an absurd conclusion?

Everything that happened in that dimly lit room more than ten years ago seemed like yesterday, but the person in front of him forgot, completely, he forgot about him, forgot how he saved him in the first place, when he grew up, he forgot everything. Afterwards, he devoted his heart and soul to him, and didn't make him unhappy at all, but he stabbed him in the back with a blank look, and now he still uses this photo to make up such a play?The turbulent emotions made his eyes darken.

Song Jing looked at him coldly, and couldn't show any other expression except for a sneer at his current performance. Qin Mo put his hand on the armrest on one side, and after a while of heart palpitations, he got up suddenly and clipped the wallet with the photo on it. Flicked to Song Jing's face;

"If you have a mental illness, go and treat it, cough cough, don't make up these things to disgust me."

His chest was heaving violently. The Danshen Pill just now had no obvious effect. Normally, the wallet would never hit Song Jing's face, but today he drank too much wine, and his reaction was slow. After a few minutes, the strong wallet hit him squarely on the face, and the fire in his heart surged.

Looking up, he saw half of Qin Mo's body leaning on the armrest of the sofa, his face turned pale and he coughed.

The author says:

Mr. Qin is furious, this article is over;

In fact, Song Dog also has feelings for forgiveness, ahaha;

Mr. Qin: If you have a mental illness, you should treat it;

Take a look at the pre-acquisition next door to the child, isn’t it good to criticize offense and defense madly?