"...I've thought about it." She answered honestly.
Jiang Yaojing was very interested, "Tell me about it."
"You said you were with me for Shuangshuang, and I decided to give birth to Shuangshuang myself. I shouldn't use him to tie you down. You have the right to choose true love, so..."
"So you chose to fake your death and leave me." Jiang Yaojing's pupils were dark, "Do I have to thank you for your generosity?"
Song Yunyun raised his head and said, "You're welcome."
Jiang Yaojing, "..."
He quickened his pace and dragged her back to the room.
When he entered the house, he held Song Yunyun in his arms.
Walk towards the big bed.
Song Yunyun turned his head.
Try not to expose your scars in front of him.
He gently put the person on the bed.
Song Yunyun was lying on his back with his face turned sideways.
Jiang Yaojing propped himself up above her and gently straightened her face, "You don't need to hide in front of me."
Song Yunyun still couldn't adapt to exposing his shortcomings in this way.
She is used to covering up.
Jiang Yaojing stood beside her, his face buried in her neck, his hand caressing her swollen belly, and his magnetic and hoarse voice sounded in her ears, "Yunyun, I like you."
Song Yunyun suddenly grasped the quilt under her body.
"If I didn't love you, how could I want you to give me a child?" Jiang Yaojing caressed her cheek, "If you encounter such a problem in the future, ask me directly and don't run away."
Song Yunyun leaned into his arms, buried her face in his chest, and said, "Okay."
"Yunyun, I miss you so much." Jiang Yaojing lowered his head, his lips passed her soft hair, pressed against her forehead, and gently kissed her eyes, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips...
He kissed her deeply and hugged her tightly. Song Yunyun's body was soft and defenseless, lying in his arms.
His hands became more and more restless, and his cold fingertips traced her neck, across her chest, and finally penetrated the bottom of her skirt...
Song Yunyun suddenly woke up.
She grabbed Jiang Yaojing's hand and shook her head gently, "No."
A little farewell is better than a newlywed.
Facing the person he longed for, Jiang Yaojing impulsively wanted to rub her into his body.
"I will be very light..."
Song Yunyun looked at him and said, "I can't do it this month."
It's not absolute, it's just that she doesn't want to.
I don’t want to be with him with such a face...
Jiang Yaojing's mood was so hot that he pursed his lips tightly and remained silent for a while to relieve himself.
The restlessness was still there, but it was suppressed by him. He held Song Yunyun and deliberately talked to her to divert his thoughts, "Will you have a daughter this time?"
Song Yunyun said, "I don't know."
She didn't check the gender.
She touched her belly and said, "Boys and girls, I like them all."
As long as it's her child.
Thinking about it, she sighed, "It's all because of you."
Jiang Yaojing's lips pressed against her shoulder and he made a vague hum.
He did not regret it and changed her birth control pill.
He wants to be with her and have many, many children.
Song Yunyun was a little sleepy, she was too tired.
She closed her eyes.
I squinted and fell asleep.
But Jiang Yaojing couldn't sleep no matter what.
I used to lose sleep thinking about her.
Now I am suffering from insomnia.
Looking at the scars on her face, he would always think of how she thought he didn't love her and pushed him away so hard when the bomb was about to explode.
This woman is so stupid.
Being silly makes him like it and makes him feel distressed.
…
Opening of the seminar.
In order to prevent her face from scaring people or attracting attention, Song Yunyun hired a makeup artist to cover her face using current makeup techniques.
With the clothes I wear, it can cover almost everything.
Although she is from country Z, she works in Meide, so she has to follow the director and another doctor to work in the divided area.
There are three principals in the division, one is the organizer, the other is the director who came from Meide, and the third is the vice president of Huayuan Research Institute.
Everyone takes a seat.
In the huge hall, many heart experts and people with lofty ideals gathered together.
This should be a medical feast, but due to interests, it has become less pure.
Song Yunyun unscrewed the water on the table and took a sip. When she put the bottle down, she saw someone at the corner with a familiar figure. He dodged and dodged.