It's like he's the one who's been wronged, while I'm nobody!
Song Qinghe was furious, but she couldn't do anything about Lu Zhaolin.
The person has already left; it wouldn't be right to drag them back.
Song Qinghe touched her stomach, still planning to go back for a check-up, wondering if emergency contraception was still available.
If I had some, I could buy some to eat; that would probably be enough to tide me over.
Since Lu Zhaolin wasn't ready yet, it wouldn't be right to force him.
After he has made up his mind, it will depend on her mood; she can't just accept whatever he says.
If she listened to Lu Zhaolin in everything, then she would really be out of her mind.
After making her decision, Song Qinghe was no longer worried. Let it be.
She's not at the point where she's eager to have someone else's child, nor is she just bored and has nothing better to do.
There's absolutely no need for that.
Lu Zhaolin didn't want to have children; she didn't want to give birth either. No matter how you look at it, it's always the girl who suffers more when it comes to having children.
Even though the child you give birth to is half of you, if it's not half and half, won't you still suffer?
Song Qinghe felt that this was quite good, and she didn't feel any pressure.
Lu Zhaolin realized he was wrong, and after leaving, he slapped himself twice across the face.
I told you not to bother with anything and to stop making a fuss and to stop saying all sorts of nonsense.
Now look what's happened; I've directly offended my wife.
What should we do?
Lu Zhaolin felt a little panicked, and layers of regret piled up, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Finally, he simply went to the playground to train and put pressure on himself.
When Lu Zhaolin arrived, many of his comrades had just finished training and were heading towards the canteen.
They were stunned when they saw Lu Zhaolin arrive with several huge handprints on his head. Good heavens, what's going on?
Who would dare to fight Lu Zhaolin? They must have a death wish.
Lu Zhaolin felt somewhat embarrassed as he faced the gazes coming from all directions.
Even if you're embarrassed, as long as you remain calm enough, it's not a big deal.
Whoever looks at him, he looks back at them.
They were all grown men, and Lu Zhaolin was their boss. Even if they were thick-skinned, they wouldn't dare turn around and ask Lu Zhaolin why he was walking around with two handprints on his face.
However, there are still crickets in secret, but even the crickets have to be kept in the dark.
No one dared to recklessly dance in front of him, making a lot of noise.
Soon everyone on the playground had dispersed, and Lu Zhaolin began training himself like crazy.
He first ran thirty laps around the track, and by the time he finished, he was drenched in sweat.
Lu Zhaolin then felt the anger and frustration in his body dissipate slightly, and his mood improved a little.
Thinking about what he had said to Song Qinghe, he felt even more regretful.
If only I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place?
That's exactly his current state, but Lu Zhaolin is also worried about what harm he might cause to Song Qinghe.
If his wife were to be harmed because of him, he might as well just kill himself.
Lu Zhaolin looked at himself more and more and more disgusted with himself, so he decided to do a few pull-ups to calm down.
As a result, he accidentally fell off the horizontal bar, luckily landing on his buttocks with a solid thud.
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