C220 What do you think?]

What do you think?

"What do you think?" He Ying asked Zywane in reply, but she did not dare look at him. Instead, she looked at the table nervously.

"Could it have been conceived on New Year's Day?" Zywane became desperate and his voice became weak.

He Ying did not say anything and nodded.

"Just over 40 days..." Zhang Wei mumbled, "Could it be that the contraception is useless, or did you not use any contraception?"

He Ying raised her head: "In the past, every time we finished cooking, I always remembered to eat Yu Ting, but in the past few days, I just happened to be having a huge argument with Gao Qiang. Furthermore, Yu Ting was no longer in the bag, and I forgot to buy her.

After He Ying finished speaking, she lowered her head like a child who had made a mistake and did not say another word.

Zywane's heart was beating faster and faster. He could not even breathe.

The child in He Ying's stomach was no doubt her, the seed born from the incident on New Year's Day.

Zywane felt suffocated. He had been in the south for less than half a year and had no success in his career, but he had already gotten two women pregnant. Could it be as He Ying had said the other day, that she was really going to be a father?

Zywane roared inside his heart. No, definitely not! He was not prepared for this! Furthermore, San Ren was still waiting for him, and his happiness was about to arrive tomorrow.

Zywane poured himself a glass of wine, picked it up and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down heavily on the table and let out a long breath.

He Ying lifted her head, the redness on her face had faded slightly. She stroked her hair and looked at Zywane with wide eyes.

Zywane did not dare to look into He Ying's eyes, because he knew that He Ying's eyes were filled with questions.

"Do not feel any pressure, and even more so, do not feel any burden. I will not implicate you because of this," He Ying said softly, with a tone full of sorrow and sadness: "Even though you will not want me, but I will still take this child. This is the witness of our love, and I will give birth to him, protect him well, and have him as our companion ever since …"

"Don't say anymore," Zywane suddenly raised his head, looked at He Ying, and poured himself some wine: "Drink! I'll drink by myself. I don't need you to accompany me. "

He Ying insisted on drinking, so she poured herself a cup and followed Zywane's instructions.

Zhang Wei picked up the bottle and poured himself a full cup of wine. He then shook the bottle, and there was still one or two bottles left inside, he placed the bottle by his mouth and raised his head, draining the contents of the bottle. He then looked at He Ying with his red eyes, "You … If you really plan to have this child, you shouldn't drink so much. Don't you understand that? "

He Ying's face started to turn red again.

Zywane got up and poured He Ying a cup of water, and placed it in front of He Ying: "I'll drink, you drink water, if you can't drink, then don't show off, who do you think can drink this white spirit?"

He Ying pursed her lips, gritted her teeth and looked at Zywane, not saying a word.

He Ying's eyes were filled with inquiry, expectation, and waiting, along with a bit of excitement and hope.

Zhang Wei raised his glass and finished his wine. He pointed to another bottle of Maotai and said, "Open it for me."

Zywane's tone was overbearing and filled with orders.

He Ying obediently opened the bottle of wine. Just as she was about to pour the wine for Zywane, Zywane took the bottle away from him.

Zhang Wei poured himself a cup of wine and looked at He Ying: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"Yes," He Ying stood up and took out a "Great China" from the cabinet on the left side of the television.

"If you don't smoke, then why are you smoking at home?"

"The rest are gifts for relatives and friends before the Spring Festival. There are still 5 items in the cabinet. They are all in soft packaging." He Ying explained carefully and handed a lighter to Zywane.

Zhang Wei tore open a pack of cigarettes and took out a cigarette. Just as he was about to light it up, he stopped and looked at He Ying.

"I'm not hungry. The food is already full. I'll go get you some food." He Ying said as he entered the kitchen.

"Forget it," Zywane turned around and grabbed He Ying's hand, "I'm not hungry, too. I'm a little annoyed, and I want to wait a bit, smoke, drink, and think about things. Smoking is not good for your pregnancy, since you're not hungry, go rest in your bedroom, okay?"

He Ying knew what Zywane was feeling at the moment, and she didn't want to bother Zywane any longer. She understood what he was thinking at the moment, and knew that Zywane needed some space to think on her own, so He Ying nodded her head as she started to drink and wanted to lie down. She poured a cup of water for Zywane and placed it in front of Zywane gently, "I'll go to my room first then.

"Go, close the door." Zywane nodded.

Seeing that He Ying had entered the bedroom and closed the door, leaving herself alone in the dining room, Zhang Wei raised his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Zywane had not really breathed in or out since he quit smoking last March.

Zywane's mind was in a mess. It was too sudden and he needed to sort out his brain.

Now, a harsh reality was presented in front of him: He Ying was pregnant, a seed of his own.

He Ying had already made it clear that she wanted to give birth to his child and did not need Zywane to be responsible for it.

However, Zywane was facing a situation where He Ying was pregnant with her own child and did not let him take responsibility.

The answer is obvious, whether it be in terms of social virtue, in terms of one's conscience, or in terms of one's most basic human nature, one must be responsible.

The question was, how should he take responsibility? How much responsibility should he bear?

At the thought of this, Zywane was suddenly terrified. He took a big gulp of wine, took a long drag on his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

This matter couldn't be blamed on He Ying, and couldn't be blamed on He Ying either.

He could only blame himself for this, this was the consequence of being amorous, this was the benefit of having fun!

If according to He Ying's words, she gave birth to the child on her own, and raised it on her own, it would be unfair to He Ying's future life, and to the child's future growth, it would clearly be unbearable. She could not imagine a child growing up without a father's love or a whole family, or growing up without knowing where their father was.

The child is innocent, and the guilty one is himself!

In the future, He Ying would lead her child through a long journey of life, and take on the heavy responsibility of raising and educating her children by herself. However, she would not be able to enjoy everything a woman should have.

He Ying was innocent, the one who committed the crime was him!

Zywane stood up, took a big gulp of wine, lit up his cigarette, and started pacing back and forth in the small room of the dining room and living room. After a while, he gently pushed open the door and heard He Ying's uniform breathing.

He Ying drank too much and fell asleep.

Zywane quietly closed the bedroom door and returned to the dining room. He took the bottle of wine and the cigarette to the coffee table in the living room, poured water into a disposable cup and used it as an ashtray.

According to his code of conduct, according to his character, and according to his character, if something like this happened, he would have to take responsibility for it. He had to fulfill his responsibilities as a man.

A man who dares to do something, evading responsibility, is a vile character.

Zywane remembered that when Wang Yan was pregnant, he thought that if Ha Ersen broke up with him due to her pregnancy, whether he and Wang Yan had any feelings for each other, he would definitely get along well and marry.

Between being a man and doing things, you choose to be a man; between love and duty, you choose responsibility. Choosing responsibility was choosing morality, choosing conscience, the lowest form of conscience for a person.

Zywane was shocked by his own thoughts. Could it be that he was responsible for He Ying and had fused with He Ying for the sake of the child?

Then what about San Ren? What about Yingying? Tomorrow was the day that he would meet San Ren again, was the day that his happiness would come, was the first time his love had blossomed since birth.

A beautiful tomorrow and a blissful future were already unfolding in front of them. A passionate love was already floating in their hearts, could it be that this bliss will just let it slip away?

On one side was duty and conscience, and on the other, happiness and love. On the other side was experience and present, and on the other side, the future and vision.

Where does one go between conscience and morality and the enjoyment of love?

What is the choice between the nature of responsibility and personal selfishness?

Zywane paced back and forth between the alcohol and the cigarettes, his mind and his numbness. Contradictions and pains started to appear, intertwine, and collide …

There was less and less wine in the bottle, and more cigarette butts in the makeshift ashtray.

Time passed second by second, from late at night to dawn …

Zywane paced back and forth in the small room, from the living room to the dining room, from the dining room to the living room …

Unknowingly, Zywane had survived the night. His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze dazed, his mouth was dry and cracked, his face was covered in soot, and his fingers were charred yellow.

When the last drop of wine in the bottle was gone, when the fifth cigarette in the fifth box was extinguished, when the sky outside began to brighten, and when the clamoring sounds of the city came from outside, Zhang Wei stood up, walked into the bathroom, and soaked his hair with cold water, wetting his sooty face …

After drying the water droplets, Zywane faced the mirror in the bathroom. He glared at his hideous face and his bloodshot, tired eyes. He did not move an inch …

Just like that, Zywane stared at himself in the mirror …

Slowly, two murky tears slipped out from Zywane's eyes and slid down his face...

A new day has begun. Today is March 14, Valentine's Day.

Zywane knew that he could not escape today. Sooner or later, it would come. There were some things that he had to face and could not escape.

Alcohol and nicotine flowed through his bloodstream, assaulting his tired brain and weak eyes.

This day should have been the happy moment for him to reap his love. However, the God of Fate had dragged him to a difficult crossroads, making this day destined to become an eternal memory in his life, engraved with a deep imprint.

Looking at the murky tears gushing out of his eyes, Zywane felt an incomparable pain in his heart. His heart felt like it was being stabbed by knives. He knew what the tears meant.