Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

Guilt, that's what he told himself. Leng Yichen thinks it's guilt for that woman, An Xiaojing, who has such a different and stronger feeling than before.

Bringing out the cooked porridge, Leng Yichen took his time and placed it in front of An Xiaojing.

"Han Su said that your stomach is not good, so you can only eat this."

As he spoke, he stirred the contents of the bowl with a spoon, and the heat slowly rose from the top of the bowl.

An Xiaojing's body seemed to react, she glanced at Leng Yichen in a blink of an eye, and his sincerity was all written on her face.

"I'll do it myself!" It was a response, her expression was a little forced, it's not her fault, she hasn't learned how to laugh yet.

Especially, for the man in front of him.

Leng Yichen did not refuse An Xiaojing's request, she was already very happy if she was willing to eat what she cooked.

Then, watching her finish the bowl of porridge one bite at a time, she felt relieved.

"Actually, I have something to tell you." Leng Yichen opened his mouth, but he didn't even realize it, it became awkward to say this.

The self who never procrastinated in the past has become a bit of a mother-in-law instead.

An Xiaojing looked over and nodded.

This is not a tacit consent, or she just made such an action.

"I know you've always held a grudge against me about the child."

Leng Yichen paused.

When An Xiaojing heard the child, her body froze obviously.

This is a forbidden topic for her.

"But have I ever said that? This matter has nothing to do with me." Leng Yichen's eyes were full of sincerity that he had never seen before. This was also the first time he explained in front of An Xiaojing.

He didn't understand himself, why he cared about this woman's opinion.

"It's too late for you to say this." There was a trace of deep regret in An Xiaojing's eyes.

But now she no longer needs this explanation from Leng Yichen.

The child is gone, and if I mention it again, it will only make me more sad, and I will fall into an inescapable vortex.

"I just want to tell you that I, like you, feel very sorry for that child."

"Really?" An Xiaojing said contemptuously. Can she trust this person?

Obviously, this person can't give her the comfort and trust she wants most in her heart.

"Do you like children?" Leng Yichen continued to ask, not caring what An Xiaojing thought of her now.

"Before I didn't have a baby, I didn't realize that I would care so much about a child, but now that he is gone, I also feel so sad about myself. This can probably be understood as that I love him."

It can't be said that she likes it, her feelings have already sublimated.

If the child can be born smoothly, her life will be much different.

From the first time I knew I had him, to the last time I lost him, everything was like a dream.

"Since you like it, let's have another one." Leng Yichen blurted out without hesitation.

An Xiaojing originally showed some sadness, but it disappeared immediately, and changed into a sneering gesture.

"Have another one, and then have another miscarriage? Leng Yichen, what do you think of me? If you want to have another child, give birth to one? What's more, it's me and your child."

An Xiaojing felt that this person was just adding salt to her wounds, so it was fine if he didn't let her go, why bother to torture her with children.

"You think I'll kill the child?" Leng Yichen snorted.He hadn't really thought about it that way.

However, the way the two got along was like this before, and it was impossible for An Xiaojing to change it all at once.

He didn't even understand that he would understand this person in this way now.

"I won't be stupid anymore. I just hope that the rest of the days I spend with you will be ordinary. As for the child, since the previous one has been aborted, there is no need to deliberately ask for it."

She knew that Leng Yichen didn't like children.

Back then, she was unwilling to admit her child.

Therefore, she no longer has to weigh what kind of mother she will be in the future.These days, she has thought about this problem, and from now on, she will never have a child with him again.

"You think so?" Leng Yichen's tone suddenly turned cold.The tenderness and guilt accumulated in the past few days were defeated by An Xiaojing's words.

He just wanted to have a good talk with her.

"If Young Master Leng felt guilty about the fact that I lost that child, this kind of feeling would not have to overflow like this. A child is not born because of guilt."

An Xiaojing smiled wryly. Even being a mother has become a luxury for her, and what she hopes is that the baby she conceived is due to the happy union of her parents.Instead, because of anger, because of jealousy, because of drunkenness, because of guilt.

"Oh? Why is that?" Leng Yichen's eyes looked deeply into An Xiaojing's.

He seemed to be listening for an answer.

An answer he'd been wanting to hear, but couldn't.

"Young Master Leng, why do you have to push me so much? You know better than me. You once said that there will be many, many women who will have children with you. You can ask them this question. Also, you If you want a child, there are many women lining up to give birth to you, not just me."

An Xiaojing said every word, these words were told to her by Leng Yichen, and now, she just returned these words without saying a word.There's nothing wrong with that, is there?

"It's good that you know!" After a long time, Leng Yichen came up with these words. It seems that he really thought too much, and the person in front of him was very open.

When An Xiaojing went upstairs, Leng Yichen realized for the first time that this woman was more stubborn than he imagined, but fortunately she was able to talk to him.

This can be considered progress.

After the news of An Xiaojing's miscarriage was reported, Yu Huanluo couldn't sit still.

Yu Zhenhuan was also slightly surprised, he knew that Leng Yichen had always been unwilling to admit that child, but he did not expect that the child is really gone now.

"Brother, I'm going to see Xiao Jing, she's so pitiful!" Yu Huanluo's eyes showed a trace of sadness, An Xiaojing really made people feel distressed.

Yu Zhenhuan nodded.

"Aren't you going together?" Yu Huanluo asked.

"You go, Leng Yichen didn't like me in the first place, I'll go after a few days."

Yu Huanluo had nothing to say, after all, with Leng Yichen standing there, everyone knew that his discipline of An Xiaojing had reached a certain level.

……

In a dark wooden house, a man in a black robe stood by the window, not wearing a hood like he used to.

The people behind looked at this gloomy back, a little trembling.

"You mean, An Xiaojing had a miscarriage?"

said the man.

"Yes, sir, this miscarriage has completely deepened the hatred between her and Leng Yichen. I think we can add fuel to the fire at this moment!"