Luo Xi felt a sharp pain in her head, and her heart ached faintly.
Cheng Sisi's words emerged one by one.
A man who doesn't know how to marry him is not worthy of having children for him.
She can't have this child This man, she, Luoxi, is not worthy of giving birth to a child for him Why, she had already made a decision, but her heart hurt so much that she didn’t want her to breathe.
Jing Mohao looked at her steadily, seeing that she was crying so much that she was in disgrace, and her heart was aching.
Although he didn't know whether she was crying because she couldn't marry him, or whether she was crying because she couldn't give this child a guarantee.
But if you let your woman cry like this because of one of your words, you deserve to die.
He stepped forward and buried her in the quilt again, but Luo Xi grabbed his collar and refused to let go.
Jing Mohao thought that she had seriously lost her sense of security, so he had to promise again, "Luoxi, no matter whether I marry you or not, you will live here honestly for me, and the children can also have my last name.
All of this is up to me."
Except for marriage, I will agree to anything you ask for."
Luo Xi's eyes were red and she listened carefully.
Until she heard the words, "I will agree to anything you ask for except marriage," her inner defenses broke down instantly, and her tears rolled down like beads.
He would rather maintain his own food and clothing for a lifetime, would rather raise someone else's children for a lifetime, and would even rather put his supreme name on a child that has nothing to do with him.
But the only thing is that she doesn't want to marry herself.
Why Jing Mohao, why?
Are there so many reasons that you don’t even know which one to pick out for me?
She bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth and pulled him closer.
"Luoxi, what do you want?"
The man looked at her with a cold expression.
Luo Xi did not let go, nor did he ask why.
If you don’t want to, you just don’t want to.
Where did so many come from?
No matter how many excuses you give, in the final analysis, it's just that he doesn't love her, or that he doesn't love her enough.
She didn't want to listen, she didn't allow such love to return to her lonely self again.
"Jing Mohao, I want you to sleep with me, now."
She was hoarse, and although her words were so powerful, her voice was pathetically blocked.
Jing Mohao took a deep breath, wiped the tears from her face with one hand, and took her into his arms with the other.
Luo Xi hugged him tightly, fearing that he would go to the real Mrs.
Jing the next second.
And she was just one of the women raised by her in the mansion.
Jing Mohao, don't worry, I won't want this child.
Since you can't recognize his identity, and I can't be the mother of this child openly, then I definitely won't want it.
When the day comes when you are really willing to let me be your Mrs.
Jing, we can get him back again.
In the man's stable embrace, Luo Xi fell into a confused dream with a quiet attitude.
In the dream, there was her, a cute-looking doll, and the man beside her was not him.
When she smiles, the whole world blooms like a flower, and the sun shines down, making it a dazzling beauty.
Everything is no longer remembered, no longer clear, and no longer returned When I woke up in the morning, the man was no longer there.
It was the early morning temperature that Luoxi was accustomed to.
If only last night was all a dream: