Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 631

"Is it because you won't let go even if you die?"

Ye Rongrong's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Yes! Don't let go, even if you die."

Mo Han said without hesitation what was on his mind.

Ye Rongrong was so moved that she almost threw herself into Mo Han's arms, holding him and crying bitterly.

He has himself in his heart, and Ye Rongrong in his heart.

The moment hot tears flowed, Ye Rongrong asked the question she was eager to know the answer to.

"What if one day I'm pregnant with your child? What if I'm pregnant with our own flesh and blood?"

"There will be no eventuality, and it is impossible to have an eventuality."

Mo Han said the answer without hesitation, and clenched his fists that had been loosened just now.

Ye Rongrong's heart was clenched tightly, and the sliver of hope that had just emerged from the bottom of her heart was immediately wiped out by Mo Han's words of "no eventuality" and "impossible eventuality".

But she is not reconciled, she wants to hear the exact answer from him, as long as the answer he gives is what she wants, she will tell him all the truth on the spot, saying that she is the real Mr. Meng Ke, saying I already have their flesh and blood in my stomach.

"Give me a definite answer, what if I really have our flesh and blood in my stomach?"

Ye Rongrong's eyes were fixed on Mo Han's face, and the pupils were full of longing and anticipation again.But deep in the bottom of his eyes, a trace of complexity and unconfidence still flashed.

Mo Han lowered his head to look at Ye Rongrong, his long, narrow and deep black eyes met hers.

The hope and longing in her eyes suddenly turned into threats in disguise in Mo Han's eyes.

She clearly knew that it was impossible for her to have a child, so why did she keep asking this question.

He himself said that he can give anything except children and titles, so why does she keep asking.

Could it be?She was lying to herself just now?Did she actually have their child in her stomach?
Thinking of this, Mo Han's eyes instantly became cold and violent, she dared to lie to herself.

"With a child, even if it is born, I will strangle him to death with my own hands."

This sentence, Mo Han yelled at Ye Rongrong in a furious tone.

Ye Rongrong's complexion changed drastically as soon as the extremely cruel words were uttered, and her body softened, almost collapsing to the ground.

Mo Han, who was standing opposite her, just watched coldly, without even moving.

The longing and anticipation in Ye Rongrong's eyes gradually turned to ashes.

She didn't dare to raise her eyes to look at Mo Han again, fearing that she could not bear the cruelty on his face and eyes.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

"But the child in Jun's belly is not yours, but you can promise that as long as she is willing, you will treat the child as your own, so why can you... say such things..."

Ye Rongrong had tried her best to control her emotions, but her voice and her hands resting on the table still couldn't help trembling badly.

"How can you compare you with Kejun? What qualifications do you have to compare with her?"

Mo Han looked at Ye Rongrong with increasingly cold eyes.

She is an actor who wants to use her child to threaten her, but she wants to compare herself with the woman she loves the most, how could she think of that.

"Then what if I'm Meng Kejun? What if I'm the Meng Kejun you think about and love so much?"

Finally, Ye Rongrong raised her head and asked Mo Han this sentence, which was a disguised admission that she was the real Meng Kejun.

The cold aura emanating from Mo Han's body almost froze the air around him, and almost froze the blood on Ye Rongrong's body.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Ye Rongrong's jaw, his dark and cold eyes seemed to tear her into pieces.

"You are a ruthless and shameless actor, you are not qualified to mention Kejun."

The strength in her hands gradually increased, and Ye Rongrong's small face wrinkled together because of the pain.

"You are just a tool to warm my bed. I keep you by my side only because I haven't gotten tired of you. You have no right to stop, and you have no right to escape from my grasp, let alone qualified to give birth to a child with my blood on it."

Mo Han denied everything he said to her just now, and gave her an answer that was so cruel that she couldn't accept it at all.

After finishing speaking, his other hand directly tore Ye Rongrong's clothes.

"Tear--"

The thin clothes were torn apart at once.

Tears desperately fell from the corners of his eyes, not because of the pain on his face, nor because of shame, but because of Mo Han's words.

She should be happy that he still loves Meng Kejun deeply in his heart, because that is himself.

But she is Ye Rongrong now, she can't go back to the past, she can't change her identity as Meng Kejun.

But now no matter what he said, in Mo Han's eyes, it was all a lie, and it was all a lie because he wanted to enter Mo's house.

The most important thing is that he will not tolerate giving birth to the child in his stomach. Even if he does, he said that he will strangle him to death with his own hands.

There is no hope, no hope at all.

There is absolutely no future between her and Mo Han.

She stretched out her hand to push away Mo Han who was grabbing her jaw, and then picked up the awl with the sole of the sewing dustpan on the table and pressed it against her neck.

"what are you doing?"

Mo Han was taken aback by Ye Rongrong's sudden movement.

He wanted to move forward to snatch the awl from her hand.

"Don't come here!" Ye Rongrong stepped back again and again, and the awl on her neck pierced directly into her snow-white and delicate skin.

Drops of bright red blood slid down drop by drop along the tip of the cone glowing with cold light.

Didi was printed on her snow-white clothes, which was extremely shocking against the candlelight.

Crystal clear teardrops rolled down one by one, falling on the shocking red.

Mo Han's heart seemed to be being pierced by that awl at this moment.

"I beg you, let me go! Since you don't love me at all, let me live. If I stay by your side like this, I'd rather die."

The words "life is better than death" dealt a heavy blow to Mo Han's heart.

Staying by her side, she actually said that life would be worse than death, and even at this moment she was going to force her to die.

Could it be that he really made her suffer so much?
He was so painful that he didn't want to stay by his side until he died. He said earlier that he didn't want to let go until he died.

Seeing that Mo Han hadn't opened his mouth to answer, Ye Rongrong was disheartened, and the awl on her neck was pierced even deeper.

The blood flowed more urgently and more.

Mo Han's heart was suddenly so painful that he couldn't breathe. This long-lost feeling was the same as the night Meng Kejun and Dong Qingfeng got married last time.

He knew that he had completely lost her.

"I'll give you a way out..."

A voice like a breeze whispered from his mouth, and then, like a breeze again, he disappeared into the vast night outside the window.

The awl on her neck was put down, Ye Rongrong's body went limp, she collapsed on the ground and cried bitterly.

She knew that she had completely lost him too.

(End of this chapter)