Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"..."

Sikong Lingge pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word.

Fang Yiren was right, she was really worried that if Fang Yiren was killed, the child would...

For a moment, Sikong Lingge almost became weak again.

However, in the next second, his heart hardened again.

Showing weakness to someone like Fang Yiren will only make her push herself further, and it is impossible to have a good result.

not to mention……

She believed that with Zhixing and Shangguan Rui around, the child would be fine.

Correct.

The child will be fine.

It's just... During this time, it will be uncomfortable and painful like Fang Yiren...

When Sikong Lingge thought of this, his chest felt cramped.

In the ear, Fang Yiren's provocative voice rang continuously——

"Sikong Lingge, why don't you move? Aren't you very ruthless? Why, it's only been a while, and you've become soft again? Hehehe...ah——"

In the next second, Fang Yiren uttered a sharp and ear-piercing cry of pain.

Sikong Lingge grabbed her shoulders forcefully, his nails dug deep into the wound, "What you should do now is worry about yourself."

Sikong Lingge paused, glanced at the gauze that had already been stained red with blood, "Don't worry about the child's affairs, I have Shangguan Rui and Zhixing here, she will definitely be fine! Or, I should be in front of you Face to face, make a phone call to confirm the child's health, let you recognize the facts?"

Sikong Lingge's words were not just for Fang Yiren, to warn her not to try to threaten herself with her children.

At the same time, it is also soothing my restless emotions.

"Call?" Fang Yiren glanced at Sikong Lingge, and grinned as if hearing an international joke.

Jie Jie laughed strangely, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Sikong Lingge frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

Fang Yiren didn't respond and continued to laugh.

And, the laughter grew sharper.

Sikong Lingge was worried, thinking that Fang Yiren was doing something in secret.

She didn't like this feeling, as if she was being controlled by Fang Yiren again.

Suddenly tightening his hands, Sikong Linge said sharply with a cold face, "I'm asking what are you laughing at?!"

Fang Yiren didn't answer, but still smiled, her shoulders shaking...

"Fang Yiren, I'm asking you something!" Sikong Lingge's face was livid, he pinched fiercely, his five fingers were numb, all were blood oozing from Fang Yiren's wound.

Fang Yiren twitched a few times, and finally raised her head to look at her.

Sikong Lingge bit his lip, tried his best to suppress himself, not to let his emotions get out of control, and strangled the vicious woman in front of him to death.

"Sikong Lingge, you are so lenient, I can't even laugh?" Fang Yiren raised his eyebrows, answering completely irrelevant.

Sikong Lingge was so angry that he couldn't control it anymore, and he stabbed Fang Yiren's wound with his fingernails——

She wants to see how tough this woman's temper is!

Fang Yiren still gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The two confronted each other like this, and neither of them wanted to show weakness first.

Excessive force made Sikong Lingge's fingers completely numb.

The expression of the whole body is tense like a bow drawn tight.

The spirit is already on the verge of collapse.

Just one more word.

Sikong Lingge has no doubts, if Fang Yiren says another word to provoke her, he will definitely kill Fang Yiren!

Fang Yiren looked at the coldness in Sikong Lingge's eyes, felt a chill in his chest, and finally spoke, "Sikong Lingge, I laugh at your naivety."

Sikong Lingge frowned, not understanding what she meant.