Zha Gong cried bitterly for me after rebirth

Bai Qingjiu walked out quickly, but Murong Qin kicked the wooden door shut, the door was in dilapidated condition and shook, almost collapsed, making a heavy sound.

Murong Qin pulled lightly, the plastic trash can cracked, and stacks of drawings were scattered all over the floor. Murong Qin's face changed instantly, his eyes were fixed on each piece of white paper, and it was almost impossible to tell who he was such emotions.

He was all over the floor, with strokes of strokes, eyebrows and eyes that were perfectly reproduced in every detail, and the corners of some mouths were raised inadvertently, even a little like him.

Bai Qingjiu was extremely embarrassed. He squatted down to pick up the paintings on the floor. There were too many of them. He really hated himself five years ago. Why was he so stupid? Why did he always stare at him? He draws it.

During those five years, Murong Qin also asked him to paint. Bai Qingjiu stayed in the studio for a few days holding a brush, but couldn't draw a single stroke. The person was already in front of him, and he could see it every day and night. What to draw.

Murong Qin grabbed his hand and picked it up. He was still holding the jumbled paper, before he could cover it up, Murong Qin said, "What do you have to explain."

"I'm not...not like that." Bai Qingjiu carried the drawing paper behind his back, his ears were red and dry, like a boiled rabbit.

Murong Qin asked step by step: "You still say, you don't like me?"

Bai Qingjiu bit his lip, suddenly felt aggrieved, his shoulders shrugged, a bean-sized tear fell, and he said firmly, "I don't like it."

"I don't like why you paint secretly. When I asked you to paint, you pretended not to know how to do it. Is this the way you don't know? Bai Qingjiu, I really can't understand you more and more. What are you afraid of? Afraid that I don't want you Is it?"

Bai Qingjiu suppressed his crying, and couldn't help but think about the miserable five years: "I know, our future is not good at all, I don't want to, don't want to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Murong Qin pressed the back of his head and kissed him fiercely.

Fiery breath instantly filled the entire mouth, and he swept every corner like a scourge.

The painting in Bai Qingjiu's hand fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it tightly. The small room was in a mess, and there was no place to step down. Murong Qin simply stepped on his face and threw him onto the bed.

The bed board was made of solid wood, not as elastic as the big bed of Murong's family. The white sake was smacked to the bone, and the painful tears fell down.

He didn't mean to cry, but he couldn't help it.

Murong Qin protected his body with one hand, and deliberately covered his abdomen with the other hand, licked the corner of his lips, his eyes were so gentle that it was a bit embarrassing.

"Why are you crying? Did I bully you?"

He thought of what he said in the hospital, and calmed down a little: "Well, well, I bullied you, and it was because I was angry with you. You are in trouble, why don't you find me? Go find that old man! Can't I give it to you?"

Bai Qingjiu stared at his pupils, and wanted to push him away without saying a word.

Murong Qin quickly grabbed his hand, "Okay, don't move, don't mention this matter again, this child was an accident, and you don't want it, right? You listen to me and take the child, we treat it as Nothing happened, you like me, I allow you to stay by my side, so you are not satisfied?"

Bai Qingjiu kicked him viciously, his shoulders shrugged uncontrollably, his eyes sparkled, and he looked like he was about to cry again.

Seeing his reluctance, Murong Qin pressed his shoulders and roared angrily: "I'd rather be hated by you, what else do you want!"

Bai Qingjiu clenched his teeth and kept shaking: "No need, you go!"

"you shut up."

Murong Qin's patience was exhausted when he was talking kindly, if he hadn't seen Bai Qingjiu's pitiful look, he wouldn't even have such a little warmth.

What's the matter?After being cuckolded, do you still have to calmly forgive him?It was already very polite for Murong Qin not to retaliate against Wei Chengyuan on the spot.

Tonight, Murong Qin just wanted to throw back the broken key that he had kept with him for a long time, who would have thought that he would encounter such a scene.

Yes, his heart has softened, he has even lowered his attitude to the lowest, as long as the child is gone, he can accept anything.

But Bai Qingjiu didn't know good from bad, so he kept him out again and again, why?Is it because I am inferior to that old man?Is it because I can't give you so much money?

Murong Qin tore off his shirt, lowered his head and bit his collarbone, Bai Qingjiu shrank back suddenly, trembling with fear: "No, let me go."

Murong Qin grabbed his ankle and pressed hard: "You can accompany others, why can't you accompany me, Bai Qingjiu, don't pretend to be noble in front of me, I will give you a higher price, you must accompany me tonight. "

Murong Qin's fierce and domineering offensive made him unable to resist at all. After a while, Bai Qingjiu was lying on his stomach, unable to resist. Bai Qingjiu had experienced such things many times. If he was afraid, he would have already got used to.

He was just worried about the child. He heard that strenuous exercise is not allowed in the early stages of pregnancy, especially this kind of...

Five years later, Murong Qin had never been so reckless when he forcibly possessed him. He made the child on purpose, how could he not know.

But the current Murong Qin didn't know, there was no way to justify such an embarrassing thing.

Bai Qingjiu sobbed and begged him: "Murong Qin, don't do this, please."

Murong Qin covered his mouth and leaned down: "If you speak louder, the whole building will hear you."

"Ugh..."

"Hold back, don't cry."

Bai Qingjiu clenched his fists and hummed softly at the critical moment: "I can... I can do it myself."

Instead of resisting and hurting the child, it is better to take the initiative. He is very clear about the degree of cooperation with Murong Qin.

Murong Qin sneered: "Okay, I want to see your skills."

In Murong Qin's view, this is their first time, but for Bai Singjiu, it has been repeated days and nights.

Bai Qingjiu sat up, only to remember that this body was also the first time, and the first pain was horrifying.

He was no longer familiar with his own body, and he was instinctively afraid, so he couldn't proceed no matter what.

Murong Qin's face was cold, but his pupils were hot. The more Bai Qingjiu dawdled, the more turbulent he became.

"Lie down and let me do it."

"I'm sorry..." Bai Qingjiu didn't expect it to be so difficult, and he couldn't adapt to the car from the high-speed train back to the kindergarten.

Five years ago, when Murong Qin was doing his best, he didn't care about his life or death. There was a surge of heat, Bai Qingjiu almost passed out from pain, and his dark figure was like a devil who eats people but doesn't spit out bones.