Sheng Ai First Lady

When Xia Jin changed her clothes and went downstairs, she didn't expect that Boss Gong was really waiting for her at the dining table with Mo Bai in his arms.

Mo Bai leaned next to his ear, not knowing what to say, very intimate, Gong Shentuo just looked at her, didn't speak, but looked very focused, as if he was listening very seriously.

Her heart suddenly warmed, and she suddenly had such an illusion, as if it was really her child.It was their child, the sour softness spread in her heart, she put away the expression on her face, and walked on.

"Mommy," Mo Bai saw her, and quickly waved and shouted, smiling brightly, Gong Shentuo glanced at her indifferently, and put Mo Bai down.

Xia Jin pulled out the chair, sat across from Gong Shentuo, and ate with her head down.

"Next Sunday, the wedding will be held." A faint voice sounded in the quiet restaurant, Xia Jin's hand holding the chopsticks froze suddenly, and she looked up at him in a daze.

Gong Shentuo's expression was very calm, calm as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary thing.

He didn't look at her, but concentrated on filling Mo Bai with soup with a spoon.

"Daddy, aren't you married yet?" Mo Bai deeply felt that she had been hit.

"Well, when you grow up, you will be our flower girl." Gong Shentuo put the soup in front of her with a smile, "Drink the soup before eating."

"Really? Really?" These words instantly healed Mo Bai, her eyes sparkled, and she stretched her arms around the neck of Boss Gong.

Xia Jin looked at the father and daughter opposite, and felt that she was being ignored.

The boss didn't give her soup, she was very upset.

She continued to bow her head and eat stuffily.

To get married and still neglect her so much, Miss Xia poked the bowl with chopsticks, and I poked.

She poked so seriously that Gong Shentuo got up and walked to sit next to her without noticing it. She didn't raise her head sullenly until someone hugged her waist.

He lowered his head and kissed her face, and asked casually, "Why don't you eat, isn't it to your liking?"

"No." She lowered her head, very tangled.

This marriage seems to be a must. In fact, she wants to marry, but she doesn't know whether she should.

Xia Jin bit her chopsticks, suddenly became cruel, and looked up at him, "Do you really want to marry me?"

"En." Gong Shentuo looked at her, his eyes were dim.

"Then let me ask you a question."

"You said."

Xia Jin gritted her teeth, and said in a low voice, "I want to know, to you, in this world, what is more important than me."

He looked at her for a while, as if he wanted to see something from her. After a long time, Xia Jin heard her quiet voice, "Yemen."

"Then..." She looked up at him, "Where are your relatives? Like your mother, your...uncle."

"Xia Jin," Gong Shentuo sneered, and sarcastically said, "If you want to use them to reject me with these non-existent reasons, aren't they a little too unconvincing?"

Xia Jin's hands tightened in vain, as if she didn't hear his words, she lowered her eyes, "If one day, I stood on both sides with them, who would you choose?"

He pinched her chin and said word by word, "Xia Jin, I have no choice. If I had a choice, I would rather kill you when you come to beg me for the Murong family."

She slowly let go of her hand, looked up at the man who was close in front of her, looked at his eyes, looked at the burning, madness, and calmness in his eyes.

"Okay," her voice was as thin as a cicada's wings, "let's get married."