"So..." Song Wanwan looked at Jiang Mo's eyes, which showed aggrieved but pleading expression.
I felt inexplicably funny.
Has this guy changed his gender?
"Did Mianmian promise you?"
This question actually got Jiang Mo's attention.
He was startled for a moment, then lowered his handsome face, his voice a little muffled: "I don't know."
It felt like we had already kissed and he had expressed his feelings.
But her attitude was somewhat distant.
It makes him feel a little insecure now.
"Mianmian is an ordinary girl. I'm sure she'll be worried after seeing what happened between him and me."
Song Wanwan's voice sounded a bit bitter and lonely.
The atmosphere of the conversation between the two was originally quite good when they touched upon this topic.
It is an unbridgeable gap.
Jiang Mo clearly sensed that Song Wanwan's mood was a little off, and he raised his head quickly: "I know what to do, sister-in-law, don't worry, Brother Rong and I will never let you sisters get hurt again!"
Jiang Mo's handsome face had a determined look in his eyes, as if he was swearing something.
At that moment, Song Wanwan suddenly realized that this eccentric guy seemed to have suddenly matured.
She was moved by the sincerity in his eyes again and smiled gently: "I'm counting on you, I believe you can do it."
Song Wanwan encouraged gently.
Jiang Mo actually felt a little shy.
"Then I'll go talk to her."
"Yeah." Song Wanwan chuckled.
Looking at Jiang Mo standing up, with his hands in his pockets, pretending to be cool.
She thought of a sentence.
In stories about youth, there is always secret love, protection and a desperate gamble.
Although Jiang Mo seems out of tune, he does not have the decisiveness and independence of Rong Luchi, nor the calmness and restraint of Gu Xingzhi.
His personality is like that of a big boy who is impetuous, but sincere and passionate.
I hope he can grow up, instead of suddenly growing up after experiencing something irreversible.
Song Wanwan withdrew her gaze and subconsciously placed her little hand on her abdomen.
Rong Luchigang had been standing not far away, pretending to drink water elegantly, but in fact his eyes were always looking in the direction of the two of them.
He walked in with a glass of warm water and happened to see Song Wanwan gently stroking her belly.
The hand holding the water cup, about to put it down, paused slightly.
There is a hint of heartache and loneliness in the deep black eyes.
"What did you just say to Jiang Mo? He was so happy." Rong Luchi made himself look relaxed.
"Want to know?" Song Wanwan looked at him mischievously with her clear and sparkling cat eyes.
That look was a bit feminine and cute.
Rong Luchi was startled when he saw her. He hadn't seen a woman with such bright eyes and white teeth for a long time.
The tense mood gradually eased: "I can't say it either? Huh?" Rong Luchi reached out and held Song Wanwan's little hand.
Song Wanwan held his hand in return and gently pressed it on her lower abdomen.
Rong Luchi's warm and generous hand did not move, allowing her to hold it.
The deep black eyes looked at her gently, and a thousand words were contained in this look.
Song Wanwan read heartache, affection, and apology in his eyes.
She smiled with relief, a smile gentler than ever.
That kind of faint warmth gradually spread.
Those who knew the inside story felt sorry for the two of them.
Jiang Mo and Gu Xingzhi, who were unaware of the inside story, remained silent and felt sorry for the two men.
"What's wrong? Is your stomach uncomfortable?" Rong Luchi rubbed her gently.
"I'm not uncomfortable, just a little cold. I want you to warm me up."
Hearing her say that her stomach felt a little cold, Rong Luchi immediately became nervous and concerned.
"I'll find you a blanket to cover yourself with, or maybe get you a hot water bottle?"
"No need, just warm me up." Song Wanwan didn't mind that everyone was around, so she held his hand and pressed it on her belly.
She hopes that in the limited time, her child can feel more of his father's care and tenderness.
Even if the child is not yet formed.
"Okay, I'll warm you up, how about we go upstairs and rest?"
"I just woke up and went back to sleep. I'm not a pig."
"You're weak now, it's okay." Rong Luchi pulled back his hand and domineeringly picked up the little woman curled up on the sofa.
Well, then she will go upstairs to rest and won’t show off her love to everyone anymore.
When Rong Luchi passed by the living room, the onlookers present pretended to cough and ignored the affection between the young couple.
Even if everyone was just watching with their eyes wide open.
Song Wanwan kept smiling and seemed to be in a much better mood.
"Sure enough, my sister-in-law will feel much better after leaving the sad place." Jiang Mo nodded and expressed his affirmative opinion.
Thinking of something, Zhou Mianmian immediately tried to smooth things over: "After all, a strange place can help people let go for a while. I wonder if after they get used to it, they will miss the people around them. By then...ah..."
Zhou Mianmian hesitated to speak, but Jiang Mo and Gu Xingzhi understood.
"What should I do next? I really can't let Brother Rong kill his own mother and make amends for his crime."
"There are still doubts about this matter, but Aunt Zhao was assassinated. Fortunately, she was rescued in time. This can be regarded as her retribution."
"Hmph! Such a vicious person doesn't deserve to live in this world!" Zhou Mianmian's face was solemn. She thought of the amiable Grandpa Song, and her eyes suddenly turned red.
This incident will become a permanent regret and scar for everyone.
Every time it is mentioned, it is like tearing the scabbed wound again, and the wound is shocking.
"By the way, where was I just talking to you?" Jiang Mo put his arm around Zhou Mianmian's shoulders and walked towards the kitchen in the side hall.
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