The Charming Cannon Fodder

Ying Rusheng's clear questioning cut through the silence word by word.

An obvious answer was placed in front of Song Yushen. Ying Rusheng is now sober, at least sober.

But in the same way, Song Yushen was also very clear that Ying Rusheng drank the sip of wine he had poured. Under normal circumstances, she would never be awake, especially when she was half-asleep and half-awake being filled with alcohol. If it were not for precautions in the morning, she would never be awake.

So obviously, she was vaguely aware of his intentions after she was sober, and then she remained sober until now.

Thinking of this, Song Yu smiled deeply, and the slight abnormal emotions he showed when she was drunk just now slowly gathered in the laughter. His cold fingertips gently touched Ying Rusheng's eyebrows, and did not answer her words, but said, "A Sheng, you always surprise me."

Song Yushen was very clear about Ying Rusheng's cleverness and sharpness, and it was precisely because of her transparency that he moved his mind that he shouldn't have.

But he was guarded enough today, but he didn't expect that she was still aware of it. But if you think about it carefully, she will find that it seems to be normal, because this is the Ying Rusheng he loves, not a canary who doesn't know anything.

Ying Rusheng did not expect to be so arrogant as Song Yushen that she actually wanted to restrain her with children.

But if she really had a baby with Song Yushen... She felt the deep chill on the side of her face, her eyes were slightly cold, "Uncle always surprised me too."

She said, "But did uncle forget to answer my question just now."

Song Yu looked closely at Ying Rusheng, observing where she had hurt herself, so that she was still sober up to now, "If I asked Qingming that night if I asked you if you like children..."

After a short pause, he said, "I asked."

She had become suspicious, and it was useless for him to hide it.

"So in fact, at that time, Uncle was already thinking about having children?"

"Yes, I want a blood that belongs to us." Song Yushen did not deny it.

Song Yushen did not deny that Ying Rusheng had a moment of stagnation, and when he thought of him seeing her abdomen that time, "this is impossible."

She calmly said, "Uncle wants to use children to stabilize the marriage is too natural, even if I am really pregnant now, the fetus is in my womb, can uncle really see me before it is born?"

Ying Rusheng's words were too calm, she could not find the slightest emotional ups and downs, and even her eyes were as calm as usual.

Song Yushen’s love for Rusheng began with an appreciation of her calmness and rationality at first. Later, this appreciation deteriorated, so he moved to her the feelings that shouldn’t exist between his uncles and nephews, teachers and students, but at this moment, Her calmness and reason stinged him extremely.

She said that even if they had their blood in her belly, she would get rid of it.

The expectation in his eyes was suddenly gloomy, and the hands around her waist were obviously tightened and closed. He had no doubt about her words, nor did he doubt her methods at all, and believed that he might not be able to see her not to fight. Drop the fetus.

But what if she has a gentle child in her belly?

The answer to this question seems too obvious.

Song Yushen only felt cold both physically and mentally.

For a moment, he just silently looked at her under him.

But Song Yushen is Song Yushen after all. Even if he is in love with Ying Rusheng, he will feel pain, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but it does not mean that he will easily disclose this extreme pain. He did not ask her if he was like himself. I like a child only because he is a little drunk and because I think she is drunk.

"I admit that it is my selfishness to restrain you with a child, but in fact it exists only because I want to add a bargaining chip to our marriage." He clamped her jaw without a trace and leaned closer to her. A pair of dark ink eyes are drenched with unpredictable light, and the burning breath is ambiguous and unpredictable, "But if you are really pregnant, A Sheng, then we will see if you can remove it or I can Keep it."

Song Yushen's movements were gentle from beginning to end, but his fingers were extremely cold, like a devil's body temperature, extremely cold and extremely cold.

Ying Rusheng has no doubt that Song Yushen’s words are true or false. If she is really pregnant now, Song Yushen will definitely respect her opinions if they don’t have previous differences. But now they are in this situation, Song Yushen still exists. I wanted to use the child as a bargaining chip, and would never allow her to beat the child.

She narrowed her eyes slightly to look at him, her tone slightly restrained, "If uncle wants, yes." Then she smiled again, "Of course the premise is that the fetus exists."

She didn't think it would exist.

Hearing Ying Rusheng's answer, Song Yu felt even more chill in his heart, but he tried to pry out the slightest bit of reluctance for a possible fetus from her eyes.

It was a pity that there was nothing, except for peace in her eyes, nothing.

Lengxinruying Rusheng may be reluctant to give up a child who has already been born, but will not make any difference to the fetus still in the womb.

For a moment, Song Yushen even ridiculously hoped that Ying Rusheng would not be so calm and rational.

But this is just a paradox. If Ying Rusheng is a weak dodder flower, then she is not Ying Rusheng, and Song Yushen will never fall in love with Ying Rusheng who is not Ying Rusheng.

So it is just a paradox.

Because both of them have seemingly gentle personalities, until now, the two of them seem to be calm on the surface, just like being in school during the day, seemingly harmonious and warm. Even the temperature of Song Yushen's face close to Ying Rusheng is full of deep love. He has already suppressed his emotions again, "But A Sheng, you may have forgotten, whether you are pregnant or not, and whether you can remove it in the future. You can only be my wife."

From the beginning, what he wanted was not the gorgeous but short-lived passionate love that should be like Sheng, although later he became jealous of Wen Yanfan because of his deeper and deeper feelings for her, and once moved his mind to make her love his heart so deeply. , But if she really doesn't give it, he will be enough as long as she is by his side.

While pressing his warm lips against hers, he held her hand and firmly put the jade bracelet she dropped back into her wrist. "Nothing I have said is false. "He opened her lips and teeth with the utmost gentleness but no doubt, and breathed into her mouth, "So since you got engaged four years ago, you have no way out."

Ying Rusheng barely managed to stay awake, but in fact she had no strength all over, which meant that she could not stop Song Yushen from putting the jade bracelet into her wrist.

The moment the cold jade bracelet steadily slipped into her hand, it was like an imprint of his sentence that she has no retreat. It is strong and dangerous, but the lips and teeth are extremely gentle and lingering, "Even if we die, we will be entangled. together."

While covering her lips and teeth, he closed his eyes, covering the uncontrollable emotions under his eyes, "The engraved on your tombstones will only be the identity of husband and wife. Besides, there can be no other ."

This sentence was not like a threat, just a statement, but it was terribly firm and cold. Song Yushen has never had the ability to speak coldly and bloodily about love, just like when she asked him for the identity of his wife four years ago.

In such a deep cold, she shuddered unconsciously, and at the same time she had a premonition inexplicably, if she stayed in this world, maybe she would never get rid of Song Yushen.

This inexplicable thought made her breathe. Part of the reason why the two of them fell apart that day was because she felt that both of them might still need time to calmly think, but now that after so many days, she thinks it clearly, but he seems not only Not calm, and even more reluctant to let go.

Even though he warned her when she asked for his wife's position, she was also mentally prepared, but she didn't think he would really not let go when she made it clear that she wanted to be separated, after all, Song Yushen was no longer in his teens. A young man who is impulsive for love, he is mature and wise, knows the world, and knows better that love between men and women is not very long.

But now, it was Song Yushen, who she thought would not be overly affectionate and obsessive, but it seemed that she really had the idea of ​​pestering her for a lifetime.

She closed her eyes slightly and was a little tired. She was not too young. After seeing so many worlds, she always stumbled and made mistakes in love matters.

After all, she was drunk, although Ying Rusheng had been barely awake for a while by pinching herself, but now, when she found herself again misappreciating the tiredness of love and drunken dizziness, she felt a little more conscious. Blurred, even the response to Song Yushen was forgotten.

Having never heard Ying Rusheng's reply, Song Yu stood up slightly, staring deeply at Ying Rusheng below him.

Her gaze was obviously no longer as clear and calm as she was just now, and she slowly blurred. He knew very well that she was really drunk in this state. He gently stroked her side face, "Since you are tired, go to sleep."

He softly coaxed the girl in his arms, and then kissed her between her brows and eyes, his movements full of affection, "What's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Ying Rusheng wanted to know what Song Yushen wanted to do. Now that she knew Song Yushen's purpose, she really couldn't hold it. She didn't even hear Song Yushen's words clearly, and her consciousness gradually disappeared.

The girl's breathing in her arms gradually stabilized, but the emotions rolling in Song Yushen's eyes became more and more surging with the steady breathing, and her hands were also touching her abdomen unconsciously.

Maybe there will be?

At least he hopes to have.

For a long time, he folded his arms and circled her in his arms in an absolutely exclusive position.

She was very well-behaved after going to bed, he just emptied herself, and Xiuya's girl completely leaned in his arms, resting on his heart. His cool finger pads gently stroked her hair.

He couldn't let her go, even if he felt a little guilty about Wen Yanfan, he couldn't let her go because of a teenager who was already gone.

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When Ying Rusheng woke up, she felt a steady and powerful beating in her ear.

She was a little confused, not knowing where she was and why there was such a coherent and powerful beating. But when her vision becomes clearer, she will be clear.

In the clear line of sight, the target is a silver-gray, and then slightly upwards is the elegant face and the black filament round glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Song Yushen?

Why is Song Yushen here?

Ying Rusheng has just woke up, and the memory of last night has not fully recovered.

Song Yushen, who was sitting around Ying Rusheng, noticed it the moment she woke up. His slender and powerful arms were tightly wrapped around the girl, and the other slightly cool hand touched her face with a gentle voice, "Asheng Woke up? Does your arm still hurt?"

He asked her if her arm still hurts because she pinched her arm last night to stay awake.

When Song Yushen's cold hand touched his skin, Ying Rusheng's memories of last night gathered in an instant. She looked around and was still in her room.

Author: harm, his uncle is now typical of ass.

Whether there is a second watch today or not depends on my time for partying, just get up tomorrow and have a look.

Uncle and A Sheng, if I add it, wait until I add it, and then tell everyone in the text.

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Everyone chooses an open ending, harm. This is the easiest option for me. I don’t need to twist how to choose and who to choose. I don’t need to deal with the emotional development of the other two people. That's it, so it's estimated that it will end soon, maybe it's about marriage.

hhhhhh Since everyone chose the easiest option, I will happily go out for hot pot first, and send a small red envelope to everyone who leaves the review hahahahahahahahahaha