Sick beauty enemy is pregnant with my cub

Song Jing looked at the person in front of her and suddenly felt a little bit of grievance and a little bit of persistence to argue;

"How to ask? Do you have a white moonlight directly? What happens after you ask? Qin Mo, if you encountered such a thing, would you ask?"

how to ask?Whether this person denies it or admits it, he is short. He will no longer be able to convince himself that he doesn't care about him. He doesn't want to let himself be the passive person in such a situation. Qin Mo looked at him coldly. I understand Song Jing's thoughts, this person is too proud, he asked him the equivalent of admitting defeat to him, the moment he learned about that photo, he actually gave up on him, even if he didn't want this feeling, he would still want it. Dignity, without saying a word, walked away cleanly, and has never had anything to do with him since then.

He leaned on the back of the chair, a self-deprecating arc appeared on his lips, that's right, what Song Jing said was right, if it were him, he wouldn't ask, even if he gave up that feeling, he would never let it go After all, they are still too proud to be involved in that kind of unclear relationship by themselves.

What Song Jing said was the truth, and he really thought so before, but he still felt a little guilty after he finished speaking. After all, he never thought that the result would be his amnesia?

Qin Mo didn't say a word, just opened his eyes, picked up a lychee and ate it in his mouth, and he didn't make a sound after a while;

"Blame me."

I don't know if this sentence is a question or a statement, Song Jing saw that all his thoughts just now had been forgotten, and immediately shook his head, with a clear attitude.

"No, how can I blame you? I am the one who forgot."

Qin Mo suddenly lifted the blanket and supported the armrest to get up, Song Jing quickly helped his arm;

"Why are you leaving? I don't even think it's strange."

Immediately stopped him to let him go, Qin Mo patted his arm angrily;

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Song Jing...he still followed him to the door of the bathroom and watched the door close while wiping his nose.

Qin Mo's appetite has improved a little these days, and he still likes spicy food as before, but after so many years of socializing, his stomach problems are not serious but not small, and eating too much spicy food will inevitably make him uncomfortable, but that feeling It's just weird, as if you don't have a taste in your mouth if you don't eat something spicy, it's a rare feeling of being coerced by your appetite.

After the meal, Qin Mo walked around the yard twice as Zhou Hai said. The weather in November was already very cold. He was wearing a thick cashmere long coat. The five-month-old child already had some obvious weight. When walking, Qin Mo felt the excruciating pain from the child's pressure on his sacrum, and Song Jing kept paying attention to his expression;

"Is it a backache?"

He stretched out his hand to support this person just now, but he was blocked by someone raising his hand in the next second, but he still made a sound;

"Zhou Hai said that after five months, the child may grow faster than before, why don't you try a belly belt?"

When he was discharged from the hospital this time, Zhou Hai gave him a belly support belt, saying that he could use it when he felt pain in his waist, but this person seemed to be quite against this, and he threw it aside without looking at it when he came back.

The excruciating pain made Qin Mo feel a little irritable;

"Shut up, no need."

Song Jing didn't want to force him with such a trivial matter, so she didn't mention it, and she would persuade her when she was older in the future. Since she had this child, Qin Mo was resting a lot, and the child was heavy and walked for a while. Then he felt his legs were sore and weak, but he didn't try to be brave, so he turned and went into the house.

Song Jing soaked some cooked Pu'er, and this person ate spicy fried yellow beef at night, even he thought it was spicy, so it would be better to drink some tea;

"Try it, this is warm in nature, Zhou Hai said that drinking a little after a meal is good for the stomach."

Qin Mo leaned on the sofa, propped one hand on the seat, and put a blanket on his body. Although his appetite has improved a bit recently, he still has no flesh on his body except his stomach. He took the white porcelain tea bowl with his knuckle fingers , the light grape yellow tea soup looked crystal clear, he lowered his head and smelled the tea fragrance and opened his mouth;

"Make white tea next time."

After his words fell, Song Jing immediately took the cup back from his hand;

"No need for next time, just this time."

He immediately took the tea pot of white tea and warmed the cup to make tea. Qin Mo actually liked drinking coffee more before, but now if he drank coffee, he might not have to sleep at night. Watching Song Jing take the lid off the bowl, Qin Mo open mouth

"White tea should be stuffed."

Song Jing immediately put the lid on the tureen again, filtered out the tea soup, changed the cup and handed it to Qin Mo.

"How about it?"

The man looked up at him, and his thin lips parted slightly;

"improvise."

Song Jing laughed, he found that this person was cute sometimes, he also had a drink himself, and sat on the single sofa next to him, he knew that what he did before was an excuse but hurt Qin Mo It is also true, but if you think about it from another angle, the current situation is not the worst. Qin Mo does not have Bai Yueguang. He is clear about his feelings for him these years, and now he can see his own heart clearly. He won't give up, and he won't leave the child after he is a stalker. He has made up his mind to pay attention to him, and his heart is at ease.

The topic of the afternoon was not over yet, he still wanted to ask what he wanted to ask the most, after filling Qin Mo's empty cup with tea, he looked at him and made a sound;

"Why does Huang Yangqing know about the photos in your wallet?"

This is what he couldn't understand the most after the truth was revealed. He was able to discover that photo because he was with Qin Mo day and night. Huang Yangqing, an illegitimate child that the Qin family didn't recognize, shouldn't have any intersection with Qin Mo. How is it possible to have a photo like that?It's still a group photo, although he now knows that the group photo should also be a composite.

Qin Mo's eyes were suddenly covered with ice, and he put the tea cup directly on the table;

"Has he been looking for you again recently?"

Song Jing shook his head, Huang Yangqing had been too calm these days, he looked at Qin Mo, did this person make a move?It shouldn't be, he was with him almost all day long, and didn't see him order anything about Huang Yangqing. Qin Mo turned his head and looked over with a confident expression;

"Huang Yangqing probably told you more than that that day, right?"

The memory of that day returned to Song Jing's mind. Huang Yangqing did talk to him a lot that day, but he was almost selective about the matter of that photo, and now those words are a little less A little bit resurfaced, and he faintly felt something was wrong;

"Huang Yangqing said that the former head of the Qin family, your father, did not die, but was imprisoned by you."

Song Jing didn't miss the flickering coldness in Qin Mo's eyes. It seems that his relationship with that father is really bad, so it might be true?

Qin Mo suddenly laughed softly;

"Father? I'm afraid he is unworthy. What else did Huang Yangqing say?"

"He said that his mother was the first love of the former head of the Qin family, and implied that Mrs. Qin was responsible for her mother's death."

Although such rhetoric is bloody, such things are indeed not uncommon in wealthy marriages. Before marriage, there is a first love who fell in love with each other. Due to family pressure or for the greater benefit, they choose to marry. It is no longer a minority, which is also the reason why these wealthy illegitimate children are flooding.

Qin Mo closed his eyes for a while, trying to hide the ruthlessness in his eyes;

"That's right, he didn't die. He likes to give others the title of lunatic, so I made him a lunatic too."

What he said in a calm tone was like this, and the dark brown eyes that reopened contained a trace of extreme and depressed emotion, as if cruel and bloodthirsty, Qin Mo's eyebrows and eyes were filled with a smile, and the cold There is no trace of temperature, and the breath around the body makes people instinctively smell a hint of danger. Being stared at by these eyes is like being stared at by a hunter. The strong sense of oppression makes the hairs stand on the back.

Song Jing's pupils shrank slightly, he could feel the emotion of the person in front of him was not right, he seemed to be controlling the crazy beast that wanted to lock his heart, but the intense emotion hidden in his heart was still trying to come out, Qin Mo stared at him Suddenly, he raised his hand and grabbed Song Jing's collar, pulling him over. They were so close for a while that he could even feel each other's breathing clearly. Song Jing didn't struggle, Qin Mo His hands slowly moved up from the collar to touch the warm neck.

It may be because of pregnancy, his body temperature is not as low as before, but because of bad blood, his palms are hot, but his fingertips are always a bit cool, and his white and slender fingers are on Song Jing's neck After lingering, the cool fingertips landed on the aorta in his neck, feeling the clear beating.

The neck is the most vulnerable place for human beings, and it is also the place where beasts like to attack. People will instinctively respond to the touch of this place, but Song Jing did not break free from his hand. He felt Qin Mo's every breath, The cool words resounded in the living room;

"Think I'm scary? Do you know how I made him crazy?"

Song Jing could detect the changes in Qin Mo's mood, and he could also find that he was suppressing that crazy emotion. He didn't care whether Qin Heng was dead or not, and he didn't care how crazy he was. He only cared about whether Qin Mo's current body could withstand it. He didn't raise his hand to grab Qin Mo's hands that were pressing on his neck, instead he raised his hand to gently scratch the man's hand on the armrest, raising his eyebrows slightly;

"Do you think this little thing can scare me, Qin Mo? Who do you look down on?"

There was no trace of fear in Song Jing's eyes, instead he spoke jokingly.

The hands that were grasping his neck slowly loosened. Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, as if to suppress the emotion, but his breathing was a little unsteady, and his face turned pale. Song Jing faintly felt that Qin Mo The relationship between Heng and Qin Mo is not as simple as a simple competition for the position of Patriarch, but now is not the time to ask these questions, he raised his hand and handed him a cup of hot tea;

"Take a sip of tea slowly, what's the big deal, take care of yourself, you can't scare me, what if you scare the one in your stomach?"

Qin Mo put his hands on his stomach subconsciously, and the small movements inside calmed down his emotions strangely. He took the glass of water and drank it down. Song Jing looked at him with an uneasy expression. look at the watch;

"It's past eight o'clock, go back to your room, take a shower and lie down."

Qin Mo staggered when he got up without saying a word. Song Jing hurriedly supported him, and his body was about to break out in cold sweat;

"Be careful."

Before returning to the room, his hands didn't leave Qin Mo's elbow, once the man shook off him, he helped him up again;

"The water is ready."

Now he consciously follows in. Although the bathroom is covered with non-slip mats, the bathtub is still high. When he returned home, he would have no bed to sleep in. After Qin Mo lay down, he still lay back in his kennel on the floor , silently put the remote control beside the bed, and after lying down, he stubbornly looked at the position on the bed, he would always go back to live.

The next day Song Jing had a meeting that he had to go to the company in the afternoon, so he drove to the company after noon while Qin Mo was taking a nap. After a two-hour meeting, it was almost five o'clock before he picked up the Clothes turned on the elevator. There is one thing in this office that is the same as Qin Mo's office. That is the location of the elevator. The special elevator for the top floor is not in the lobby but in the office.

Yesterday Qin Mo seemed to be talking about the salted duck in sauce last time. It just so happened that this time was the right time. He was going to drive there to buy one to take home. The elevator seemed to have a different kind of perfume, which was a bit sweet. The elevator started from the [-]th floor. It took more than [-] seconds to go down. Song Jing's footsteps suddenly stopped at the moment of going out, and his eyes began to turn black and double. At this moment, a car sprang out in front of the elevator, Song Jing felt dizzy, and soon someone wanted to pull him into the car.

His body was so soft, his consciousness was gradually blurring, the opposite was a master, Song Jing was no match for him under the influence of the drug, the car sped away in less than ten seconds.

After getting in the car, the mobile phone on Song Jing's body was immediately taken away. Knowing that he was caught, he bit the tip of his tongue and tried to stay awake, but he didn't open his eyes. He just passed out completely. After a while, he Hearing the people around him seem to have dialed a phone call;

"The man has arrived."

"So fast, is he awake?"

In the quiet carriage, the voice from the other side of the phone reached Song Jing's ears, it was a familiar voice.

"Passed out, this medicine is the latest type, it only takes 20 seconds to take effect, and the cow can be brought down."

"Okay, come to the agreed place."

The car drove out of Central and got on the elevated highway. The speed of the car began to increase significantly. Song Jing tried his best to resist the darkness that tore his spirit, but he didn't dare to open his eyes. He silently counted the time in his heart. In 15 minutes, the people in the car He shouldn't have stared at himself for 15 minutes when he was sure that he passed out. He moved slightly when he braked, let the broken hair cover his eyes, opened it for a moment, and saw a The profile of the people around.

The author says:

Song Gou never expected to be planted at this time;

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