Song Ling really had never done such a childish act as making a pinky promise.
However, in order to reassure her, he still stretched out his fingers and made a pinky promise with her.
Liu Zhiyuan dedicated all her devotion and seriousness towards marriage to this small pinky promise and stamped it sincerely.
Song Ling's body was not so tense anymore, and his eyes softened in response to her piety.
His tall nose was facing her small nose, and his voice was very magnetic: "Don't think about it, we can be happy for the rest of our lives."
Liu Zhiyuan nodded heavily, "Yes, we will be happy forever. For sure."
"Go to sleep. When we wake up, we will still be as happy." Song Ling's voice was soft and low, like a melodious melody, spreading in her ears.
Liu Zhiyuan slowly became really sleepy, her light eyelashes drooped, and a row of mottled light and shadows fell on her delicate little face.
She fell asleep, her brows slightly furrowed, her two little hands nervously clutching at his clothes.
He looked at her affectionately, and the happiness in his eyes slowly faded away, replaced by a color of pain.
He is a rational person. After his analysis, he believes that his aunt is not lying.
As time went by, the feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. He was waiting for news from Xu Su, but at the same time he was also afraid of Xu Su's news.
He only appeared calm and confident on the surface, but it was all a pretense. He hid his confidence and pretended to comfort her and himself.
He just didn't want to make her sad.
She fell asleep and he began to suffer.
He clung to everything in front of her, and could only bear the inner torment and collapse by himself in the dead of night.
He stayed up all night and there were obvious red bloodshot eyes.
But when Liu Zhiyuan woke up in the first rays of sunlight in the morning, he had already wrapped her little face with gentle eyes and said in a soft voice: "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"
Liu Zhiyuan saw that he looked very tired, and immediately asked distressedly: "Didn't you sleep? Can't sleep?"
Song Ling's big palm gently caressed her delicate skin, his voice hoarse but soft and intoxicating: "I'm not used to the new environment."
Liu Zhiyuan affectionately traced the man's facial features with her fingertips.
Suddenly, a smile as pure as a violet bloomed on her little face, comforting him in turn.
"Don't worry, dear. Auntie must be lying. Let's think about what to do next, shall we?"
Song Ling looked into her clear eyes and said nothing.
Her eyes are always like a pool of spring water, clear and transparent, as if they can cleanse people and their hearts.
Liu Zhiyuan said: "This is Hecheng, in this strange city, we can't leave our aunt here alone. Therefore, we should send our aunt back to Sucheng as soon as possible and arrange for her to be in your hospital. I will try my best to take care of her."
After our baby is born, I might be a bit busy. Then we can ask the maid to help take care of her. We will chat with my aunt every day, read her Buddhist books, and ask her to wake up early.
"Auntie won't make us wait too long. She will wake up as soon as possible. In addition, Auntie's accident must have been premeditated. Therefore, Auntie's ward must be guarded by bodyguards. Don't forget this. It doesn't matter if you forget. I will remind you when the time comes."
"By the way, are you sure what to call our baby? He's been in my belly for seven months, and we still haven't given him a name."
All she told him was the future and she was happy.
Although Song Ling was getting more and more worried, he still cooperated and rubbed her head: "I'll confirm the name tomorrow and tell you and officially notify him."
One of his large hands moved to her abdomen, roaming it.
Liu Zhiyuan smiled.
"I'm sure the baby will be scared by you once it's born. Your tone sounds a bit too formal. Be gentle with the child; they're vulnerable."
Song Ling was as domineering as ever: "My child will not be fragile."
Liu Zhiyuan was sweating profusely and rubbed her stomach with her hand. "Narcissism!"
Song Ling kissed her forehead lovingly, "Are you hungry? What do you want for breakfast? I'll go get it."
Seeing him get up, she immediately got up as well, and then stuck close to him, "I want to eat you. Can I?"
Song Ling's doting eyes deepened, and he rolled up his sleeves: "Eat."
Liu Zhiyuan bit it lightly, leaving a row of shallow marks. It didn't hurt, but she couldn't help but feel distressed, so she gently rubbed the teeth marks.
Song Ling raised his lips, "It doesn't hurt."
He wanted to buy breakfast, and Liu Zhiyuan accompanied him: "You can't see, I'll go with you."
"Bodyguard, stay with me. You lie down and have a good rest. Wait for good news from Xu Su."
Liu Zhiyuan doesn't want to be separated from him for even a minute now.
As soon as he got up, she came down barefoot and stood in front of him and said coquettishly: "Hubby, I want to go with you. Okay?"
Song Ling frowned, bent down, and helped her put on her shoes. "Together."
So, Liu Zhiyuan took the man's arm and went to buy breakfast together.
After breakfast, they kept chatting.
Xu Su said the results would be out at noon today and they have been waiting.
The waiting process was tense and worrying.
So Liu Zhiyuan made full use of his speaking ability and kept chatting with Song Ling.
Talk about their past, their future, and the baby's future.
Keep saying it, keep saying it.
In fact, they both knew it clearly in their hearts and were very worried.
Liu Zhiyuan wanted to use this fantasy method to fill her troubles.
And Song Ling was also working with her, trying to forget his inner collapse.
at the same time.
Xu Su had already received the identification results, after all, he knew someone who could help him, and it was quick.
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