Drifting Towards You

Li Qingqing was a little at a loss, as if he had never thought about these issues.

"The second time your image was ruined in Fashion Week, do you know how many people laughed at me for marrying an ignorant stupid woman!"

Thinking of what happened during the last fashion week, Li Qingqing's tears burst into tears again: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I don't know it will cause you to be laughed at."

"This time you designed me to have **** with you again, threatening me with pregnancy. Do you know that in order to let me accompany you, Grandpa took away several important projects from my hand and transferred them to Song Ziyue. I worked hard but did it for others? The wedding dress."

Song Ziming's eyes flashed with fire, obviously he was really angry.

If only Li Qingqing had calculated him like that for the first time, he wouldn't have been so angry.

What really made him angry was that this woman claimed to be smart, but in fact she was a complete idiot!

Li Qingqing also faintly realized something after listening to these words.

Song Ziming shook her away, she was staggered, Song Ziming said angrily: "You are deliberately planning to marry me and I don't need to pursue it, but you have been used as a gunman by Mu Beiting time and time again. Do you know that I am now The status of the Song family is at stake! Do you know that the inheritance of the Song family will fall on Song Ziyue! Do you know that I tried my best to make things beautiful, and I turned my head outside and was ashamed and ruined by you!"

Li Qingqing looked at him blankly, not even aware of the pain in his stomach.

Is she wrong?

Is she really wrong?

Did she cause him to lose the Song family's inheritance right?

Song Ziming sneered: "Have you ever seen that powerful descendant have time to spend time with a woman at home?"

Li Qingqing was speechless, speechless, and tears flowed drop by drop.

Until I realized the pain in my stomach, I came back to my senses and grabbed Song Ziming's pants, crying bitterly: "Brother Ziming...you save me, save our children. He is our child and ours. My child..."

Song Ziming looked at her condescendingly, seemingly calmer.

Youyou said, "If you want to blame you, I blame Mu Beiting. Originally, I planned to marry you. I wanted to please Su Xiangwan, but it was because Father Su saved the father's life. I want to add some bargaining chips. It's a pity, you. The piles of piles are too chilling for me, and they have been calculating on me several times and doing bad things for me. How could I accept you."

"Brother Ziming...I know it was wrong, I really know it was wrong! From now on, I will listen to everything you say, and I will listen to you. You give me another chance and another chance, OK?" Li Qingqing His nose and tears, his body mixed with blood stains, was particularly miserable.

Song Ziming sighed softly and stretched out his hand to gently stroke her cheek: "You are too anxious, too anxious for everything. If you hadn't listened to the ideas that Mu Beiting gave you, although I might not marry you now, I will treat you kindly and take care of you. When the dust of the Song family is settled, I will naturally see your sincerity. I will marry you and give you honor and status. What a pity...it is a pity that you choose to be with my enemy. How could I let you give birth to my baby..."

"To blame, blame Mu Beiting for his sinister mind, otherwise we would not have come to this point."

"Brother Ziming...Brother Ziming, save me, save our children..." Li Qingqing would have spoken incoherently, and his expression on Song Ziming's clothes became ugly.