Zhao Moran looked at him quietly.

Chu Ci touched her face with one hand and said softly: "Song Yunfei's child is not mine. She has left. This person has nothing to do with us in the future."

She still looked at him without saying a word.

"Don't you love me, do you still feel that you can't get through?" He laughed at himself, then leaned on the back of the chair and took out a cigarette to smoke.

Zhao Moran lowered his eyes, "I don't think so."

"What do you think?" His voice was particularly hoarse: "Are you still thinking about Gu Fei?"

She shook her head and then leaned her head against the steering wheel.

She was a little fragile, and she didn't know how to tell him.

Chu Ci smoked half a cigarette and suddenly brought her over.

She was startled and looked at him with watery eyes.

Chu Ci's voice was a little hoarse: "Don't move, I just want to see you."

The skin around her eyes was a little red, and Chu Ci's voice became even more hoarse: "Why are you crying?"

"I didn't." She hid from him.

Chu Ci smiled faintly: "I'm not angry yet, you're still like this."

As he said that, he put her in the passenger seat and sat in the driver's seat. Zhao Moran felt it was inappropriate: "Chu Ci."

He carelessly said: "You can't drive like this."

Zhao Moran had no choice but to say anything else.

Chu Ci drove the car back, but the wound on his arm was still a little cracked, and the white gauze was stained with blood, looking at him in a very embarrassed look.

"I'll help you reband it." Zhao Moran spoke softly, then opened the car door and wanted to get off.

Chu Ci held her arm.

Zhao Moran looked at him: "Treat the wound first."

He still didn't let go of her, and in the end she had no choice: "I won't mention Chu Ci until you recover from your injury."

He finally let go of her and walked behind her while smoking.

She still couldn't help it: "Can you stop smoking if you are injured?"

He took another sip on purpose: "Aren't you going to divorce me? Do you care about my life or death?"

He was simply unreasonable. He didn't even smoke and broke his wounds at night... Zhao Moran was angry and aggrieved.

He is not easy to live, and she is not easy to live.

In the middle of the night, she hurried on the sofa and begged him: "Chu Ci, can you let me go? I can't make it."

He crouched in front of her, looked up at her, "Hate me?"

She shook her head.

Chu Ci laughed, and he slowly sat aside, and whispered in the darkness: "Moran, I didn't think about loving you when I married you. Maybe I love you now is also succumbing to reality and time. After all, when I was young, I thought there would be no other women in my life except Yan Yan. But look, not only did I love you, but Yan Yan also fell in love with Bai Xun. It's not that difficult to change a choice, isn't it?"

She didn't say anything, and he let out a long sigh: "I know you think I'm dirty, right?"

Zhao Moran frowned: "Chu Ci."

He gently stroked the back of her hand, and she instinctively avoided it. He smiled bitterly: "I won't touch you, right?"

"No." She tightened her voice: 'You have an injury on your arm.'

He still looked up at her, "Then I won't touch you, don't mention divorce."

Zhao Moran was shocked for a moment, and he was a little reluctant to believe it.

But then Chu Ci proved himself that he really moved out of the master bedroom and left the space for her and Xunxun.

He kept at home for a few days before going to the company. He went to work and got off work on time every day, like the best husband in the world. He spent more and more time with Xunxun, and almost always had to hold Xunxun to tell a story every night before going to his bedroom. After a long time, Zhao Moran couldn't tell what their relationship was now.

They are husband and wife, but they don't look like each other.

Later, she found a word for herself, which was to support her.

During this period, Chu Changhe came over once, but Mrs. Chu didn't come. Maybe she saw her toothache.

Zhao Moran didn't care either, she lived like this until winter.

It's snowing.

She stood in the warm living room, watching the fine snow floating outside, counting the days.

It's almost the Lunar New Year.

Xunxun slept soundly on the little crib next to her.

Chu Ci came in from outside and he got off work.

He stood behind her, hugged her waist from behind: "Did you forgive me?"

Zhao Moran turned his head in his arms: "Are you back?"

He smiled slightly, reached out and shaved her face: "What are you thinking?"

"No." She lowered her eyes and did not look at him.

Chu Ci knew it.

She just wanted to leave, but she just couldn't do it.

Because the child is still young, because it is winter.

Later, he treated her very well, twice as well.

He thought, it would be better if the person who could not keep her heart was kept.

During the Lunar Year, Chu Ci accompanied Zhao Moran back to the Zhao family. Zhao's father and mother were flattered, so naturally he told his daughter to live a good life and not to have the idea of ​​divorce again.

It can be seen that Chu Ci must have said something in front of her parents during this period.

During the meal, Zhao Moran remained silent.

Chu Ci and Zhao's father chatted with him, and after saying something, Zhao's father was surprised, he was ecstatic again.

After a while, Zhao Moran felt a little tired.

Back at the villa where they lived, she found Chu Ci in the study.

Chu Ci sat at her desk smoking, but she did not process the documents.

Zhao Moran walked to him and took off the cigarette from his hand.

Chu Ci raised his eyes.

Zhao Moran said with difficulty: "Chu Ci, I have done my best."

He suddenly hugged her, his face buried in her heart.

He knew what she meant.

She doesn't love him.

Working hard is useless.

He said hoarsely: "Moran, let's have another child. If you still don't fall in love with me, I'll let you go."

Her body shook.

He continued: "I will take care of you during this period. I will be like a real couple. If you still can't live with me, you can take both children away."

She was a little disbelief.

Chu Ci smiled bitterly: "Don't you believe it?"

She hesitated.

Freedom is indeed very attractive, but it is too expensive.

There is enough of them...

Chu Ci didn't say anything else, he carried her over.

Her face pressed on his shoulder and gently bit his shoulder: "Chu Ci, I... Xunxun has only been six months old."
Chapter completed!