When he saw that she didn't want to answer, he instantly understood what Su Zejun had said before. He tried his best to calm down and pretended not to care.

"Yu'er, if you like this child, we can raise it together in the future. After all, we will have children after we get married."

Looking at him, song yu'er tried to hide her anger and said to him with a sneer, "I want to marry you. That's what my father means. As for whether the child can have it in the future, it's not so easy to say. Please leave here now."

Zhong long listened to her cold voice, his eyes were full of loneliness and sadness, but he had to leave here. He walked forward step by step.

I was looking forward to her retaining myself, but when he walked out of the room, he didn't hear song yu'er's voice.

He stood outside the door, staring at the closed door. After a long time, he sighed and turned away.

Fu simu lives in the courtyard of the Song family, very close to song yu'er's residence. When he sits on the balcony, through the dense flowers on the balcony, he can see the balcony of the Song family not far away.

He watched closely, thinking of the person he loved deeply. Just as he was staring at the opposite side in a daze, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind him.

Although this is the place Su Zejun prepared for him, Su Zejun would not come in without greeting him. He turned his head calmly.

Then he saw the man who had been missing for a long time, running towards him, suddenly bumping into his arms, and he frowned slightly: "how did you come here? How did you get blue and purple on your face?"

Song yu'er held his waist tightly, shook his head gently, and said in a low voice, "it's OK. I knocked it carelessly."

"I miss you, so I can't help coming here to see you. How are you?" Song yu'er raised her head slightly and stared at him tenderly.

He thought about their situation at this time and felt lonely: "Ze Jun, it's well arranged for me. You don't have to worry."

He gently pushed her away, took her hand, and took her back to song's home. Song yu'er followed him and stared at his back.

Maybe the distance between them is the best way for them to get along with each other. If it is broken, maybe neither of them can adapt to it.

Just as she was daydreaming, he took her to her room, put his hands on her, sat on the bed, released her hand, turned around and took the medicine box, and gently wiped her face.

"Where else are you hurt?"

She quietly stared at his slender eyelashes and heard his heavy questioning voice. She suddenly responded and said with a smile, "no more."

Her frank answer, did not let Fu Si Mu down suspicion, but suspicion is more serious, light stare at her eyes, see her slightly dodge eyes.

Once again, he asked seriously, "where else?"

Song yu'er, who couldn't escape, had to sip her lips lightly and reluctantly lift her clothes to reveal the wound wrapped in gauze. Fu simu looked at the bleeding gauze.

His eyes showed a painful look, and he yelled at her in a low voice: "don't you want to live? Such a heavy injury, you even ran to me. "

Song yu'er looked at his frown, and a shallow smile appeared on her face. She said, "I'll be fine. Don't worry."

Fu simu looks at the smile on her face, and he is even more angry at the feeling that she doesn't care. He just wants her to do well. Even if he encounters more difficulties, he has the ability to deal with them.

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