In his memory, he had never called himself in such a tone.
Now, it’s also for the children, right?
Ah……
What an irony.
She didn't turn around and sneered, "You don't have to be like this. This child is mine and has nothing to do with you."
He Jinzhao knew that what she said was angry, so he laughed again, "How could it have nothing to do with me? In the future, when this child grows up, he will call you mom and me dad."
"No!" Xiao Muyu interrupted him sharply, turned around and looked at him angrily, "He Jinchao, do you think this is fun?!"
He Jinchao saw that her fair little face was filled with anger, and he felt a burst of pity in his heart.
He could no longer be cold-hearted towards her, so he could only lower his tone and coax softly, "Xiaoyu, no matter what, we are the parents of our children. This is an unchangeable fact."
"So what? Have you ever cared? If you like children, go back and guard your sugar cubes. Why do you come to me? I tell you He Jinchao, this child is mine, and I will definitely give birth to him.
Come down!"
Xiao Muyu turned up the volume and shook out the thorns all over his body like a hedgehog, full of aggression!
She had been worried that if He Jinchao found out that she was pregnant, he would ask her to abort the child...
As everyone knows, no matter how harshly she spoke to him, He Jinchao never got angry again.
"I care." He slowly lifted his lips, and three extremely clear words overflowed from his cold lips.
Xiao Muyu thought he had heard wrongly, and immediately froze in place, not knowing how to react.
What did he just say...?
Does he care?
In the silence, I heard him say again, "Give birth to the child well."
With just a few words, Xiao Muyu's tightly clenched fists slowly loosened.
Fortunately, he didn't ask her to abort the child...
The mood has calmed down a bit, and Xiao Muyu is no longer as tense as before.
But the alienation only increased. "You don't need to tell me, I will take good care of my children."
In every word she said, she only mentioned that the child was hers, and she constantly wanted to draw a clear line with He Jinchao.
Such obvious rejection was like sharp knives piercing his heart one after another!
Seeing that he was no longer finished, Xiao Muyu asked, "Are you finished?"
He Jinchao looked at her straightly and said nothing.
"After that, I will take grandma to the hospital. We will have nothing to do with each other from now on. Even if we meet, just treat it as if we have never met before." Xiao Muyu breathed a sigh of relief.
She keeps this secret in her heart and feels uneasy all day long.
Now that we have talked about it, it seems a lot easier.
From then on, she was open-minded and had no more entanglements.
He Jinchao listened to her words and pulled out a wry smile on his thin lips, "As if... I have never known her before."
Xiao Muyu didn't understand why he repeated what he said. In confusion, he heard him ask again, "Can you do it?"
A few simple words went straight to the bottom of Xiao Muyu's heart.
She frowned and looked at him, her eyes cold, "Yes."
He can be so cruel and heartless to her, why can't she?
"I used to love you more than my own life, but what did I get in the end? Your rejection, your hate. He Jinchao, thank you for teaching me that the most important thing in life is to love myself."
While speaking, Xiao Muyu's eyes no longer stayed on He Jinchao's face.
She looked up at the leaves of the sycamore tree in front of her.
The pieces intertwined, cutting the blue sky into tiny gaps.
She used to be too stupid...
He gave everything he had, but he was left bruised and bruised.
But she doesn't regret loving her.
I don’t regret that I burned so hotly.
He Jinchao, who was standing beside her, suddenly felt empty in his heart.
He suddenly had the illusion that maybe he was really going to lose her this time...
Before, she could still say that she hated him and disliked him.
If there is no love, where does the hate come from?
If you don't care, where does the dislike come from?
But now she never said these words, but instead said thank you to him...
The huge fear of loss instantly enveloped him, and He Jinchao hurriedly explained, "Xiaoyu, things are not what you think, you..."
This was the first time in his life that he explained it to others.
However, before he could finish speaking, Xiao Muyu turned to look at him with a smile, "You don't have to explain anything to me. He Jinchao, at the beginning... I was the one who took a fancy to you and clamored to marry you.
.I was young and ignorant at that time, which made it difficult for you, right? These years... I have also caused you a lot of trouble, and... Thank you for accompanying me through a journey in life. I no longer hate you.
, and I don’t love you anymore.”
After saying this very peacefully, Xiao Muyu suddenly felt very relaxed.
She has been suffering every day since the divorce for more than two months.
The hatred in my heart cannot be relieved, and I still have indescribable grievances and unwillingness.
She knew very well that her life was not happy.
At that moment, she suddenly felt relieved.
In fact, there is not so much love-hate entanglement between her and He Jinchao.
Love has passed, hate has also passed.
Letting go may be within this thought.
He Jinchao didn't expect that she would be so free and easy, he just looked at her so sincerely——
The gentle breeze arises for no apparent reason.
The leaves of the sycamore tree rustled when blown, and a few leaves fell, slowly sliding over her face, her hair, her shoulders...
In such a poignant scene, she smiled and looked at him with her crystal eyes, "Let's all let it go."
At that moment, He Jinchao clearly felt as if his soul had been torn in half.
The pain spread from his chest and overflowed his whole body.
The layer of frost covering the face was completely disintegrated at this moment...
Even he himself didn't notice that there seemed to be mist and frivolity in his eyes.
"Impossible." He replied in the negative.
Xiao Muyu was stunned, but she saw him looking at her with stern eyes. For a moment, he said, "It was you who provoked me in the first place and insisted on breaking into my peaceful world. Now you can just leave if you want? If you say you don't love me, you won't love me.
Yeah? Xiao Muyu, I don’t allow it!”
The last three words are extremely firm!
"You..." Xiao Muyu opened her mouth, instinctively feeling that she should refute him, but when she really opened her mouth, she suddenly didn't know what to say.
She had never seen He Jinchao like this.
It was completely different from the cold, indifferent He Jinchao who always had a cold face no matter what happened in her impression.
"What did you say?" She finally squeezed out a few words.
There was a trace of pain in He Jinchao's dark eyes, and he almost growled, "Damn it! I can't tell you that you don't love me, do you hear me?!"
After he finished speaking, he quickly took two steps forward, and when she was stunned, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
A numb feeling, like an electric shock, spread throughout the body.
The wind suddenly rose.
The leaves of the sycamore tree are flying and dancing.