Willingly ABO

Two months later, South France, Corsica.

The summer sea breeze brushed my clothes, I hugged my swollen belly, sat cross-legged on the stone city wall along the coast, listening to the low chirping of seagulls, and the words Zhuang Qin and my little dad said echoed in my ears .

"Thank God, it's a good thing you're okay, otherwise I'd be blaming myself for the rest of my life."

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"Son, it's okay. Your colleague told us about the child. You need time to adjust your mentality. We can understand that we will always be your backing. Come back whenever you want to go home. Our family will take care of it together. Baby."

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"That kid from Qin Yuan also thought that something happened to you, you... hey, we don't ask much about the two of you, but are you really not going to tell him? He has come to our house to express his condolences at every turn in the last three days."

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"Xin Gan, Qin Yuan came to me today, and the boy punched me as soon as he came up, making my eyes red with anger. He didn't know where he found out that we were working together, or that I sent you to the Southwest, so he thought I killed you. You don't know how out of control he was at that time, heh, it's ridiculous to think about it, who made you have to go to Yunnan, and now you are forced to go abroad secretly?"

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"Son, Qin Yuan wanted to enter your room, but Dad let him in on his own initiative. He stayed inside for a long time. I called him, but he didn't answer me. He quietly opened the door and walked in, only to see him sitting beside your bed crying. He has grown into such a big boy, more than 20 years, how many times have I seen him cry like this. He is really sad this time, Xin Gan, we can all see that he still loves you, he can't bear you, you are so It's been too difficult to break up the relationship for many years, why bother?"

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"Xin Gan, the night you were marked by Qin Yuan, did he know it was you? He didn't believe that you were dead, so he came to the studio to block me all day, saying that you like to hide from him so much, I must have hidden you , begging me to tell him where you are in Yunnan, he is going to find you. You don’t know what he looks like in a low voice. When we were studying, he said that the head of the public relations department of economics and management almost became the vice chairman of the student union. , has always been the object of everyone's admiration, when did he live like this? It's so rare to see his downcast appearance, you should see it with your own eyes, he used to treat you so badly, you will definitely feel elated when you see it."

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"Son, Qin Yuan still comes to our house often. Your dad didn't give him a good face and stabbed him with words, but he didn't say anything. It's only been two months, and Qin Yuan is almost skinny. The subordinate who chatted said that he had been working like crazy recently, and his body was almost out of control. I asked Qin Yuan what was going on, and he said, Uncle Gu, I am suffering too much. As soon as I stop, I will not stop Missing him, my heart hurts, I can only numb myself with work, Uncle Gu, I feel like I am going to die with him... Son, Qin Yuan is also the child I saw growing up when I was a child, half of our son , Dad loves him dearly."

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not like this.

My original intention is not to revenge Qin Yuan, but for our mutual good.

We broke up so ugly back then, it proves that we are not suitable to be together at all, and we suddenly had another child when the relationship was so tense, I certainly hope that the less people know the better, at least there will be no more ambiguity relationship, adding trouble and embarrassment.

Now that I have made a decision, there is no going back.

Let's wait a few years, a few years later, when I give birth to the child and the child grows up, I will have enough courage to go back and face everything.Time will heal all wounds, and when Qin Yuan gradually forgets the pain in his busy daily life, we may be able to sit down calmly and talk about the absurdity of the past.

It’s been almost two months since I came to South France. Zhuang Qin’s foreign photographer friend didn’t know how to get me to go abroad as a travel photographer even if I was found dead and my ID card was revoked.

Get rid of the black culture behind Corsica, and here is a beautiful island with a long history. Living here makes people feel very peaceful.

Apart from working for the studio of Zhuang Qin’s friend Simon and taking pictures of the tourists who come here for fun, I basically live in the attic on the second floor of the studio, reading books, listening to music, and staring at the coast in a daze while prenatal education.

The time is peaceful. During these two long months, I gradually passed the spring and ushered in the summer. At the same time, I calmed down my brain and thought about many things.

Both Qin Yuan and I once thought of each other wholeheartedly, truly loved each other, wanted each other to be full of eyes only for ourselves, and hoped that the other could only see our own good.

But we all used the wrong method to get to where we are today.

If we had backed down for each other, maybe we wouldn't have broken up, and even if we had to break up because of trifles, we wouldn't have gone our separate ways.

I rubbed my stomach and stared into the distance:

"Baby, although there is only one father chatting with you now, you actually have two fathers. If you have the opportunity to meet him in the future, you are so cute, he will definitely like you very much. I just hope that he will not Embarrass your father, fight with your father for your custody, like in the dog-blooded TV series."

I was talking to myself when suddenly someone put a hand on my shoulder.

When I came back to my senses, I turned my head and saw a few young foreign men wearing vests and beach shorts behind me, maybe they were locals or tourists.

The man on my shoulder is an alpha, unrestrained and enthusiastic, and strikes up a conversation in French as soon as he opens his mouth.

I shrank my neck, hurriedly stood up from the stone, and replied in English apologetically: "Sorry, I don't understand French."

The man exchanged glances with his companion, shrugged indifferently, turned around and grinned at me, and said in English:

"Wow, look at that little face, listen to that accent, are you an Asian omega? Hey guys, an omega from the east, how delicate, look at that little face/ass!"

While talking, he blew a whistle, stretched out his hand to touch my ass/butt, and pinched me hard. His behavior was very bad!

I dodged and dodged, and warned this shameless man and his companions loudly with a serious expression:

"Don't touch me! You rascal! Shameless! I don't care if you are doing it on a whim or what, it's best not to touch me. I have someone covering me on the island!"

This is what Simon taught me. Corsica is not a peaceful paradise. If someone wants to bully me, I will forcefully threaten to go back so that they will not be presumptuous.

I straightened my stomach, gave them a middle finger, and said sarcastically:

"Did you see my belly? It's really embarrassing to take advantage of the pregnant woman!"

Who knew that the man who touched my ass/butt before was not angry, but laughed out loud:

"Marked and pregnant? That's even better!"

He suddenly stopped laughing, stepped forward and grabbed my hair, stared at me viciously, and spat:

"Little yellow monkey, if you continue to dance, I'll just give you a bite! The bigger the belly, the more I like it! Dude, I'll take off my pants first!"

I was so scratched by him that my scalp ached and I struggled hard, but the power gap was too great. I was not the opponent's opponent at all. I could be pulled over, pressed on a rock, and hugged from behind in humiliation .

I yelled for help as I propped my belly against the rock.

At the very moment, someone suddenly yelled to stop, rushed forward, pushed the man away from me with all his strength, picked up a stone, and smashed it hard on his head.The man leaned to one side in response, and I watched in horror at the stream of blood/water flowing from his forehead.

The man's two companions took off their trousers halfway, and before they could put them back on and stepped forward to avenge him, they were grabbed by the hero who fell from the sky.The hero gave each of them a syringe, pierced into their bodies, and injected an unknown liquid.

The two twitched a few times, then collapsed to the ground in an instant, and fell into a coma.

After completing this series of actions, the hero quickly recovered the "weapon", straightened his clothes, and kicked the sleepy bastard.Flowing clouds and flowing water, handsome and unrestrained.

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't react until the other party stopped in front of me and waved his hand twice.

"...Ah, that, thank you, thank you." I couldn't restrain the fear in my heart, and thanked him tremblingly.

He shook his head, stretched out his hand to pull me up from the ground, and replied in English: "It doesn't matter, this is what I should do."

Wait, this accent...

I swallowed, and secretly looked at the man in front of me who looked ordinary in every way.With a standard Asian appearance, the cotton and linen shirt is buttoned up meticulously, but the light-colored windbreaker is opened casually, showing a bit of abstinence and elegance.

I tentatively said, "May I ask, are you Japanese?"

The other party was taken aback, then suddenly lowered his head, rubbed his nose embarrassingly, and laughed shyly: "I'm sorry, is it because of my accent?" With his smile, the originally tense atmosphere instantly eased a lot.

I half-joked: "No, it's because the two injections you gave just now are very similar to the plots that would appear in Japanese teenage manga, which is very cool."

The other party took out the syringe from his pocket and chuckled: "Haha, it's just an ordinary anesthetic in it. I'm used to carrying it with me for self-protection. It's not a special skill." As he spoke, he flexibly manipulated the injection with his fingers and turned it a few times between his fingers. circle, as if he was just juggling two regular markers.

I exclaimed: "Isn't this called a unique skill?!" I have never seen anyone who can play with the syringe so slippery.

The other party shyly withdrew the syringe: "Well, in fact, I used to work for gangs/gangs."

"……No way."

"Sorry, just kidding."

Being far away in Europe, I am used to seeing the European and American looks around me, and suddenly I met such an Asian fellow, and I immediately felt very cordial.Coupled with the fact that he saved me just now, my favor with him has greatly increased.

I swept the dust off my hands, and stretched out my hand to the other party: "Hi, my name is Xin Gan, Chinese, and I am a photographer."

The other party smiled and held my hand back: "Hello, I am the strange doctor Black Jack, Japanese."

"……what?"

Seeing me froze for a moment, he laughed lowly: "Just kidding, because you said comics, it reminded me of this." After that, he introduced himself to me again solemnly.

"My surname is Watarase, Yuma Watarase, Japanese, a pediatrician, on vacation."

Watarase Yuma glanced at my stomach: "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend, it's been more than four months?"

I nodded and gently comforted the child in my stomach: "Well, if you hadn't rescued me, neither the child nor I would have known what kind of danger we would have faced."

Watarase Yuma raised the corner of his mouth: "That's a blessing. I'm a beta, I can't conceive life, but I can understand your mood. Nice to meet you, Xin Gan."

"Well, nice to meet you too, Watarase."

The author says:

What falls from the sky is not necessarily a hero, it may also be a boss.No update tomorrow!Happy Labor Day to everyone in advance!