Deep love never ends

The moment the door opened.

Qin Si flustered to open my chair, because he got up in a hurry, wiping the ground and making a stabbing sound.

All the information in my hand was scattered all over the floor.

The student who came in was also holding a stack of files in his hand. He didn't know if he saw what had just happened.

"Just put things on the table."

Qin Si adapted faster than I thought. He instructed the student to put his things on the table, then closed the door and left. It was like a sigh of relief.

I stood still and watched all his reactions. I couldn't tell what I felt in my heart.

I just feel a pain in the back of my hand.

I was slapped mercilessly just now. It really hurts.

Waiting for no one in the office, Qin Si suddenly remembered my existence. He didn't make excessive opening remarks and directly warned me, "if you want money, I'll give you another 200000 and stay away from my son."

These words are really heartbreaking.

I pulled a chair and sat next to him, holding my chin with my hands, looking at him. I didn't even look at the card he pushed over.

I broke the last card. What's this one.

One slap on the face is enough. I'm not a masochist. I can't be beaten on my left face. I just get up and let someone hit my right face.

In this world, if you can take money to finish things, you won't use your feelings.

I should have known a few years ago, but it's a pity.

"Do you think I can see your money?"

I also put on heavy make-up today and specially put on Peach Blossom makeup at the end of my eyes. I heard that peach blossom makeup is easy to attract peach blossom. I'm more interested in this.

Before Qin Si's face looked ugly, I took the card from him, looked at his relaxed face and smiled.

At this time, he still wants to spend money on me?

Like a beggar?

After laughing, I threw the card into his face. It was not a very clear voice, but it was very cool.

This is the real face beating with money.

He used to hit me in the face with money, but now it's time for Feng Shui to take turns.

The card hit his glasses. I looked at him with some regret. Why didn't I directly blind him.

"What do you want?"

I forced him to be anxious. He was gentle and elegant. He had fed the dog. Now he was angry. That's what he really looked like.

"If you have money, your son has more. Why should I give up such a big gold owner for such a little money."

I looked at him sarcastically and said.

I have to say, in some ways, the family is really strangely consistent.

I like to do things with money. As a son, I also know how to hit people with money.

It's really father and son.

Maybe I said this too directly. Qin Si's face turned red. His eyes under his gold wire glasses were full of pain and anger.

Looking at him, I think I was a joke a few years ago.

How do I think he is true love? It seems that every woman thinks she is the terminal of this man, but finally finds that she is just a place to rest.

Of course, I used to be one of those sad women.

Those sweet words are so beautiful, and those fantasies are also beautiful. They make me don't want to wake up for a time.

Although he didn't speak, I knew him so well that I didn't know what he was thinking. It was because I knew it very well that I was unwilling.

I try my best to raise the brightest smile, let my charming makeup give full play to the effect of ten percent, hold my arms forward, bend over and lean over, just revealing the gully I am most proud of.

But he didn't even look at it.

"Am I worth this money? Don't forget that I've called you several times. I just want to ask you, don't you feel sorry when you go to bed at night?"

He thought I was the kind of money worshipper. It's better to look like I'm complete.

I was bored and poked my fingertips at something on his desk.

Big red nails are in line with my temperament now. They are just what I want.

As long as he mentioned this, his face was not very good.

I guess I thought I wanted to take this opportunity to ask for money.

It seems that in recent years, I really think I am sincere. In his opinion, I don't have to admit it after lifting my pants.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Qin Si's voice was very hoarse, like forced out.

Our relationship has also been consumed. What he wants is that the money and goods are paid, and there will be no interference with each other from now on.

But that's just what he wants.

"I don't want to do anything. I just want to tell you that I'm pregnant."

My cocked legs shook a few times, and I was very happy, especially when I saw his reaction.

I was really surprised and angry, with doubts and emotions I couldn't understand.

"No way, I used to..."

He retorted without even thinking about it.

I know what he wants to say. He wants to say that he has done what he should do before. It is impossible to get pregnant.

"What's impossible? What are you afraid of? Who says it has to be yours."

I got up, bent over to him, smiled and said.

It was opened before he could smooth the wrinkles on his face with his hands.

Sure enough, he still hated my touch.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you. There are still many opportunities to meet in the future. Isn't it your family dinner right away?"

I guess Qin Langjun took me without his consent.

I've basically figured out the relationship between father and son these days.

When I followed Qin Si at the beginning, on the one hand, I didn't want to inquire about these things. On the other hand, Qin Si's confidentiality was too good. I basically didn't know the situation of his family.

Once, I thought he didn't say it was because he was not satisfied with the family that he loved him more and wanted to give him all his love and all the good things.

But now calm down and think about it. In fact, he is cautious. It is not only a personal character problem, but also paves the way for himself long ago to ensure that he can kick me away at any time.

It's a pity that he calculated so many situations, but he didn't calculate that I would go on to find his son to take over the offer.

If it breaks down, there's nothing to talk about.

Before I went out, he looked at me vaguely, as if he wanted to say something to me.

I saw his hand on the table, clenched and loosened, then clenched and repeated indefinitely.

The last time I saw him like this, or when he was drunk and told me the things depressed in my heart, I knew that in fact, the people with superficial scenery may bear something that ordinary people can't accept.

So this time I'm his big problem and depression?

I waited for him for a long time before he spoke. He asked me, "are you really pregnant?"