HLnovel Chapter 196 Can you give me a child?
Chapter 196 Can you give me a child?
The words were cold-blooded, making the already cool night even colder, the kind that chills to the bone.
Especially with Zong Lanfang's deliberately low but clearly gritted-teeth voice.
This made Song Beiyou, and everyone present, feel a pang of anxiety.
Not for any other reason than to worry that Song Beiyou would feel uncomfortable hearing these words, after all, her relationship with Zong Lanfang...
Even though Zong Lanfang doesn't know yet, isn't there a saying in the world that blood is thicker than water?
Why is it that when it comes to Song Beiyou, there's not even a trace of him?
For the past 20 years, she has lived amidst all sorts of scheming and disdain.
Zong Lanfang continued talking on the other end of the phone, but Duan Yao ignored Song Beiyou this time, snatched the phone, and hung up.
Gu Ling was furious, inwardly cursing Zong Lanfang as inhuman.
Unable to vent her anger in this situation, she could only glare at Zongzheng Qi beside her, her expression seemingly saying, "Look at your crazy sister, is she even human?"
Zongzheng Qi accepted Gu Ling's hostility and looked at Song Beiyou with some unease.
Song Beiyou didn't seem to feel much. She blinked her clear eyes a few times and pursed her lips. "Now that things are done, I'm going home. I'm so sleepy."
After saying that, he took the lead and started walking.
As she passed Zong Zhengqi, she stopped. "Mr. Zong, please handle this. I believe you can manage it."
I didn't call him uncle, and I don't know if it's because I felt it wasn't appropriate to do so outside.
Zongzheng Qi felt a little uncomfortable, but nodded, "Okay, you go back and rest first. I will definitely handle things here."
"Hmm." Song Beiyou continued walking towards the iron gate.
Duan Yao knew she had changed. She had changed after hearing Zong Lanfang's phone call; she exuded an extreme sense of grief.
However, his girlfriend, Song Beiyou, did not show it, and most of the people present, apart from him, could not tell what was wrong with her at this moment.
After leaving Yan Li to handle some matters, Duan Yao followed closely behind Song Beiyou.
Once in the car, the two sat together in the back seat.
Strict driving, co-pilot in the dead of winter.
As the car started, Duan Yao tapped a small rhythm with his fingers, and the car's fender lifted.
The rear seats of a luxurious private car instantly transform into a small, private, and highly secure space.
While performing these actions, Song Beiyou remained quiet, his entire body pressed tightly against the left-side car window, his head tilted to look at the dark night outside.
Duan Yao sat upright, while she looked out the window, and he looked at her.
His Adam's apple bobbed slowly a few times, and his long, bony hands clenched into fists. He didn't say anything, but shifted his seat slightly.
As he approached Song Beiyou, his arm reached from behind her and draped over her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
Duan Yao lowered his head slightly and rubbed his head against her hair like a pet, enjoying the lingering fragrance in her hair.
It was so refreshing and gentle that he couldn't help but hug the person even tighter.
At first, Song Beiyou did not respond, letting Duan Yao hold her and rub against her.
Gradually, perhaps feeling the sense of security that Duan Yao brought her, she raised her hands and tightly wrapped them around the arm that was resting on her waist.
Duan Yao's breath hitched, but he easily lifted her up and made her sit on his lap.
Song Beiyou not only didn't resist or show any surprise, but instead wrapped her arms around his neck and offered him a kiss.
Like a dragonfly skimming the water, once, twice, three times...
To Duan Yao, this was nothing short of seduction.
The next second, he became passionate, his large hands cupping the back of her head, his fingers running through her hair.
The scorching breath emanated from his nostrils, unleashing his pent-up emotions at that moment.
The next second, he skillfully pried open her pearly teeth and began their passionate embrace.
The temperature in the small space enclosed by the partition was rising, both sensual and fiery.
Song Beiyou's hands had already released his neck and moved to his waist, her jade-like hands gripping his shirt, feeling the comfort he brought.
Perhaps due to the intensity of the fight, Song Beiyou's coat had fallen off without him noticing.
The wide neckline of the inner layer slipped down onto her arms.
Only a thin black shoulder strap draped over her fair shoulders, its shadow flickering between light and shadow as the streetlights outside the car window cast their silhouettes.
The car seemed to have no destination and refused to stop.
After a long while, just as Duan Yao lost a button on his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, Song Beiyou abruptly stopped moving.
At the moment of stillness, the two glass windows on the left and right sides were shrouded in a thin mist, creating an ambiguous atmosphere that was hard to define.
Song Beiyou's face turned bright red, but she knew perfectly well that her mind was perfectly clear.
She looked up at Duan Yao and asked in a questioning tone, "Can you give me a child?"
His voice was hoarse from the urge to seduce, but he didn't deliberately lower his voice.
There was a partition inside the car, but it wasn't a solid barrier. Yan Ge in the driver's seat and Yan Dong in the passenger seat were immediately dumbfounded.
They couldn't help but glance at each other, their lips trembling.
They all thought to themselves, "No, is this really a good thing? They're still here."
It's so damn exciting, so damn unbelievable.
They never expected that Miss Song, who usually seemed so refined and aloof, would say something so surprising.
But that's a good thing!
Baby! Little one! Darling! Cutie!
Even a wiggle of a toe can conjure up the image of their Third Master's face right now.
His lips were absolutely turned up to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
Duan Yao is indeed like that, but it's not that exaggerated. He's the dignified Third Master Duan, not some frivolous young man.
However, he was already distracted, and after Song Beiyou's words, he was at a loss for words.
After a long pause, he asked, "Youyou, could you repeat what you said?"
Song Beiyou readily agreed, "Can you give me a child?"
I want to have one myself.
This time, the tone was questioning and cautious.
Duan Yao understood her instantly.
I know why she would say something like that at a time like this.
It's nothing more than wanting to make up for the lack of family affection in their past.
"Now? In the car?" Duan Yao touched her little face, which was eager for an answer. "I don't mind at all, I'm actually very happy that you asked me such a question, Youyou."
Of course I would. I dream about having a child with you.
However, the current space is rather hastily prepared.
The tension seemed to dissipate at that moment, and Song Beiyou burst out laughing.
Then, blushing, she buried her head deeply in his chest and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I didn't say I wanted it now. I was just asking what you think."