Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

His heart a burst of pain, he has been trying to protect her, give her warmth and love, but let her haggard day after day. With a long sigh, he had to ask: "Yiwan, do you know that you are pregnant?"

The small spoon in her hand, which is stirring coffee, is sliding down and crashing against the wall of the cup. The sound is especially shocking in this quiet room. She suddenly raises her head and looks at him, but her throat is tight and she can't say a word.

He actually knew, she didn't know how he knew, she just felt a sense of self abasement spread from the bottom of her heart, her self-esteem, her pride, completely disintegrated at this moment.

She buried her face in the palm of her hand, trembled, and cried in a low voice, "please go, please leave me some self-respect, OK?"

Her appearance made his heart tightly tangled. He didn't want to touch her privacy or hurt her self-esteem, but he had to tell her that he was willing to share everything with her.

"Yiwan, please don't do that. No matter what, no matter what happens, you still have me in this world. No matter how much you want to avoid me, I will always wait for you, share weal and woe, and never leave." His hand touched her long hair in a firm and affectionate tone.

When she listened to his voice, her tears could not help falling between her fingers. From yesterday to today, she experienced emotional ups and downs, and finally vented at this moment.

Her face has been buried in the palm of her hand, not willing to take it down to face him, but finally began to speak. She cried and said, "you know what? I can't have this child, but just now I was lying on the operating table, but I was still a deserter. I can't do it. I can't kill my own children. But when I came out of the hospital, I regretted it again. I am not qualified to keep him. Why should I bring him to this world to suffer? What should I do? What should I do? "

As he listened to her, his face became more and more dignified. His hand slid down from her hair, grabbed her bright wrist, and then took off her hand that had been lying on her face. He forced her to face his eyes with a tear stained face. His eyes were deep and clear, with a strong tenderness and determination: "Yiwan, marry me and let me be your husband and father of your baby."

She opened her mouth wide in surprise and looked at the man in front of her eyes with dim tears.

But he continued to say firmly and forcefully: "Yiwan, I love you so long. Give me a chance. I'm proposing to you and promise me, OK?"

She looked at him for a few seconds, then shook her head firmly: "Ziqi, thank you, you are a good man. But don't use this method to improve my self-esteem. I don't want to drag you down. You have no obligation to do such things. "

But his tone became more urgent, holding her hand more tightly: "Yiwan, do you really don't understand or pretend to be confused. I love you, I want you, to marry you is my dream. I will treat this child as my own flesh and blood, and give him the most complete fatherly love and the most perfect life. Even for the sake of the child, you should promise me. "

"No..." she said softly, still shaking her head: "it's unfair to you. I can't let you make such a sacrifice."