[Liang Qiuyang said that I look like a fox, but my personality is like a sheep, and he is very worried about my future. 】

While waiting for the sentencing, Luo Qinghe suddenly came to the door.

When sister-in-law nine told me that the other party was about to come up from the bottom of the mountain, the first thought in my mind was: I'll be scolded by him.

But when he entered the door, his eyes only wandered around my face. He didn't mention the lawsuit, nor did he say I would start the live broadcast again. It's easy to ask if I was shocked that night at the charity reception. I don't know what he meant, but this kind of sentence is like "Have you eaten?" Sincerely.

I even said no, saying that thanks to Song Burao that day, I was not frightened.

Luo Qinghe nodded, didn't ask any more questions, turned her head and asked Sister-in-law Nine to bring Song Mo down.

I stunned: "Are you going to take Momo outside?"

Luo Qinghe stood there, tall and straight like a pine and cypress, with a detached and cold temperament, such an alpha who seemed to be always calm and restrained, it was hard to imagine that he would work irrationally to Song Bai.

"Today is the death day of Yanchi and Ah Qiao."

Yanchi, Ah Qiao...Xia Yanchi and Xia Qiao? They died on the same day?

It turned out that he didn't come to visit Song Mo, but to take him to sacrifice.

Sister Nine quickly hugged the neatly dressed Song Mo. Song Mo was very well-behaved and quiet when he was handed over to Luo Qinghe's arms, and she took the initiative to wrap her neck around Luo Qinghe.

Just when he was about to leave, he couldn't help showing a little anxiety when he saw that I was parked at the door and didn't mean to get in the car.

"Isn't Mom going?"

Luo Qinghe paused and frowned, "Mom?"

It's bad, he won't have persecution paranoia like Song Bailao, think I'm going to plot something in their family?

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes were sharp, I froze all over, the hair on my back stood up.

But he just glanced at me, then withdrew his gaze and said to Song Moci: "He won't go."

Song Mo looked a little disappointed, but he obediently did not make trouble, and waved at me through the car window before leaving.

I watched them leave, and it took me a while to turn back into the house.

Xia Qiao chose to commit suicide on the anniversary of his son's death. He must have loved his child very much.

Speaking of which, I have also seen Xia Yanchi.

Song Bailao got into a fight and made an alpha in the same grade's nose crooked. The school invited the parents, but I don't know if Xia Qiao and Luo Qinghe were not there, it was actually Xia Yanchi, the step-brother The person who comes to pick it up.

They had just come out of the principal's room, they went downstairs, I went upstairs, two groups of people almost collided at the entrance of the stairs.

The young man who suddenly appeared at the corner made me cry out in surprise. Xia Yanchi was also startled by me, stepped back and bumped into Song Bailao behind.

Song Bailao held his shoulders and frowned at me: "Look at it when you walk."

The corners of his mouth were bruised, and he looked more and more "bad".

Although I didn't think it was because I didn't see clearly, I still apologized: "Sorry, are you alright?"

This is my first time seeing Xia Yanchi. His skin was fair, it could even be said that he was bloodless, and he could not help but feel weak. Unlike Xia Qiao's cowardice who seems to have no opinion, he is a weak and lack of health.

Xia Yanchi glanced at me while covering his heart, not knowing whether he didn't accept my apology or didn't care about my apology, after standing up straight, he didn't pay any attention to me, but turned his head and said to Song Bailao lightly : "Let's go." He wiped me away.

That attitude can't be called disgust, at most it's just indifference, but it's also very uncomfortable.

The next day, while I was having dinner on the rooftop, Song Bailao came up. I threw a bag of small biscuits in the face, he caught it, and when he saw that it was not a hidden weapon but a snack, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Why are you so angry?"

I bowed my head to eat without speaking.

He sat down beside me, dropped the biscuits into his mouth one by one, and crunched.

Suddenly, Song Bailao said without warning: "Are you angry with yesterday?"

I stopped chewing the food in my mouth, and lowered my head and poked the rice under my hands.

"No."

But he seems to have figured out what I care about, and went on and on.

"He's just like that. He has been in bad health since he was a child, has heart and lung problems, and usually has no friends, so his temper is very strange." He sneered, "Sometimes I can't stand him."

Although I don't think I'm angry, but listening to him say that, my mood is indeed a bit clearer.

The second time I saw Xia Yanchi was a year later.

At that time, I already knew I was pregnant, and the panic was not enough to describe how I felt at that time.

I can't find anyone to discuss, so I can only find another party to discuss this "accidental" issue.

Song Bailao University went to the capital, not in Xiangtan, so I can only wait for him to go home for the holiday and then go to him.

I remember that the weather was very bad that day, it was about to cool down, the sky was overcast and the air was full of humidity.

I waited for a long time in front of Song Bailao's house. The servant said he was not there, but I didn't believe it. I have been waiting outside the door since it was dark in the morning, and I didn't see anyone going out during that time. It was just an excuse to say that no one was there.

I waited from the morning to the afternoon, the wind gradually picked up, and the cold air pierced the bones of the people. I couldn't hold it anymore, so I sat down on the stone by the road.

At this moment, the door of the villa, which was always locked, slowly opened to both sides, and a black extended luxury car drove out.

This is the first time I've seen someone come out of it in a long time.

I stood up immediately, no matter who was sitting inside, I jumped on the door and started to pat the window.

Soon, the car window was lowered, Song Bailao's face wearing a bite stopper gradually revealed, and Xia Yanchi sat beside him.

"What are you doing?" He scolded me in a low voice with a dark face, "I said I didn't want to see you again? How long will you be stalking?"

I slammed the window to prevent him from rising again: "I have something to tell you, just five minutes, give me five minutes!"

He stared at me, and after a few seconds, I felt the door opening, and hurriedly stepped aside. In the next instant, Song Bailao pushed open the car door angrily and stepped out of the car.

"Two minutes for you." He walked to the side of the road, about five or six meters away from the car, stopped and mercifully gave me two minutes.

"That day...that pheromone, and that letter, I didn't do it." I clenched the hem of my clothes tightly, "I don't know either, I didn't intend to design you."

Song Bailao stared at me, and suddenly smiled, my heart sank to the bottom, this smile is too familiar to me, contemptuous, not an expression of "trust".

Sure enough, his words are not good words.

"The letter is in your handwriting, and the words above are also what you once told me. You asked me to go to the equipment room and put the letter into my hand. , what, you see this trick is useless for me, do you want to find another way to say that someone forced you?"

I opened my mouth, not knowing how to answer him. He has already decided that I am full of scheming, dirty and lowly, how can I convince him that all this is Zhu Li's calculations with just one mouth?

"That's why you don't believe me." I gradually loosened my fingers, and the nervousness in my heart calmed down in these two short sentences.

That cluster of flames with small expectations was finally extinguished by Song Bailao coldly and violently.

"Trust you? Do you think I'm an idiot?" Every word he spat out was like a knife, stabbing me with precision. It was painful at first, and then numb.

"The means you used to me are what I hate the most. I should be thankful that I didn't kill you on the spot. How can you still have the face to make me believe you?"

I was actually mentally prepared, but when he said these words, the feeling of suffocation, the feeling of all the blood freezing, still made me feel uncomfortable.

Since he no longer trusts me, I don't want to continue to struggle with this.

"You don't believe it, I'm looking for you for more important things."

I pursed my lips, thinking about how to say this to make him less objectionable.

"I..."

"Are you okay? Dad is urging." At this moment, a voice came from the direction of the car.

Some things are really destined, when Xia Yanchi makes a bad voice, it happens at this time.

He lowered the car window, revealing half of his face, and his expression was not too impatient, but this sentence is enough.

Song Bailao urged him and said, "Okay." He didn't look at me anymore, and turned around to get back to the car.

In a hurry, I reached out a hand and hurriedly grabbed his arm. The flesh under the palm of the other hand seemed to be throbbing, and I gripped the fabric of my abdomen even tighter.

"Wait, I look like..."

"Don't touch me!" He reacted violently, shaking my hand violently, and his expression became extremely terrifying in an instant.

I froze there in horror, not daring to stop him, but to let him go.

He hated me so much that I deeply realized that in his eyes, I had completely turned into a disgusting garbage, a shameless villain with many lies. The way he looked at me became exactly the same as those a and o in the school.

I stood on the side of the road for a while, until I was shivered by the cold wind, and then I started to walk down the mountain.

It rained halfway. Song Bailao and his family lived in a remote place, and there were very few taxis on the road. Even if there was a rare empty car, they stopped and drove all the time because they didn't want to carry me.

I took shelter from the rain at the bus stop and waited for a bus.

In desperation, I got on the bus, and it took me a while to get home.

I dragged my body into the door, exhausted, and Ning Shi happened to come downstairs, and I was a little surprised to see me soaking wet.

"Why are you so wet?" She looked at me with disgust, "Don't stand stupidly, go take a shower."

My fingertips were dripping with water, and my body was not warm at all. I felt like I could fall to the ground in the next moment.

I looked at her and didn't move.

"It looks like I'm pregnant."

Faced with this shocking thunder, Ning Shi was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly her face became very gloomy and terrifying.

She rudely pulled me into the room, lifted my soaked shirt, and when she saw my slightly protruding belly, she breathed quickly.

"Whose?"

I didn't hesitate: "I don't know."

Ning Shi slapped me mercilessly, my ears buzzing, and my face turned to one side.

Everything after that is another nightmare.

Song Mo returned to the mountain with Song Bolao in the evening, but Luo Qinghe didn't follow, presumably separated from Song Bolao and his son after the sacrifice.

After dinner, Song Bailao went to the library and asked people not to disturb him.

He didn't seem to be in a good mood when he looked at him. I don't know if it was because of the sacrifice to the Xia family that he reminded him of the tragedy of his parents.

He locked himself in the library, and was sent wine twice by sister-in-law nine, and he didn't come out until ten o'clock.

I fell asleep in the middle of the night when I was suddenly hugged from behind by a hot body with the smell of alcohol.

I was so scared that I almost jumped out of bed, but the people behind me couldn't let me struggle and locked me in their arms.

"Stay still, sleep."

Song Bailao's vague voice sounded in my ear, I shuddered uncontrollably, but didn't move.

He was injured and I was injured before, and we haven't shared a bed for a long time.

I don't know what happened to him, what kind of stimulation he was getting, but I didn't ask, so I just let him hug him all night.

He was sound asleep, but I slept very painfully.