Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

"That's not what I meant." Ji Moyang immediately vetoed, explaining: "I'm just weird."

Because I was not prepared to have a child, and I took measures every time, how could I get pregnant?

"There are always accidents." Song Mianmian wiped away tears aggrievedly, "Brother Mo Yang, don't you like this child?"

She raised her head and looked at him pitifully.

Looking at her pear-blossoming little face, for some reason, Song Qianxi's face came to mind.

At this moment, the despairing look in the eyes of leaving at the engagement banquet hurt his heart inexplicably; just now, leaving indifferently and indifferently made his chest tight and uncomfortable.

Seeing that Ji Moyang's eyes were blurred, his brows were slightly frowned and entangled.

Song Mianmian lowered her head, pinched her thigh fiercely, brewed up emotions, and said sadly: "Since Brother Mo Yang doesn't like this child, then I will kill him. This child has nothing to do with us!"

She turned her head and walked towards the hospital clinic.

Ji Moyang grabbed him quickly, "What nonsense are you talking about, when did I say I don't like this kid?"

"You didn't say it, but your expression betrayed your heart." Song Mianmian's tears were like broken beads, causing passers-by to watch curiously.

Ji Moyang didn't like the eyes of others looking at her, so he gently took Song Mianmian into his arms, "I don't dislike it, it's just that it was too sudden and I wasn't mentally prepared. Let's go home and tell my parents now."

"Brother Mo Yang, have you made up your mind?" Song Mianmian asked.

"Don't think about it, this is my child, and I have not deprived him of the right to live." Ji Moyang said.

Song Mianmian smiled, and leaned against his arms, her tearful eyes were suddenly cold, evoking a triumphant smile.

……

Walking into the office building, a group of people stood in the lobby complaining.

There was a "Elevator Maintenance" sign at the door of the elevator, and Song Qianxi felt his legs go numb.

The studio can be on the 15th floor!

For today's convenient life, Song Qianxi has already forgotten the feeling of walking up the stairs.

She sighed, and walked toward the corridor resignedly.

Suddenly someone shouted: "Hey, the elevator is ready, someone has come down."

Song Qianxi stopped and waited at the elevator door like everyone else.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator opened, and a woman in her 40s came out, her face was reddish and she was panting, looking at the people around the elevator in surprise, "Since when did the studio get so many people? "

She stepped out of the elevator, and Song Qianxi called her to stop, "Sister Mengxue."

Wang Mengxue was surprised, "Qianxi, when did you come here? The elevator is broken, and you climbed so fast?"

"I just came."

Hearing this, Wang Mengxue was stunned for a moment, looked at the gate of the office building, and then at the word 1st floor marked next to the elevator, her eyes darkened, and she almost fainted, "Why did I go to the first floor again?!"

Song Qianxi frowned in confusion.

Wang Mengxue had a mouthful of old blood choked in her throat, "The elevator was broken when I first came here. When I reached the 10th floor, I couldn't walk anymore. I didn't give up to see the elevator, and sat in without the words maintenance. Who knows, I just got off. 1st Floor……"

She raised her head and sighed, with a look of lovelessness on her face.

Song Qianxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I love you so much, take a rest, I'll accompany you."

Hearing this, Wang Mengxue just wanted to collapse on the ground and didn't want to move.

After a short rest, Wang Mengxue and Song Qianxi walked down the corridor, stopping and going, for a total of 10 minutes.

Walking to the entrance of the corridor, I heard a voice coming from outside the corridor.

"Give me some more time... Sister Qianxi is not in the studio recently."