The Baby is Charming, the President Circles the Love

  019 You have a four-year-old daughter Song Qianying never imagined that Huo Junyao would bring her to an apartment in the city center.

   She stood at the door stunned, watching the man skillfully unlock it with her fingerprint, only to hear a "di", the door opened, and the next second, he pushed his shoulder forward and entered the room.

   "What did you bring me here for?"

   is too weird. Since meeting him again yesterday, what this man has done to her can no longer be inferred from common sense. Song Qianying couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

  After the man locked the door, he glanced at her coldly, and replied wisely, "Stop!"

   "What...what?"

  Song Qianying suddenly felt that her brain was a little out of whack.

Did    mean what she understood?

  This man actually wants to learn from those scumbags. If he has a partner, he will be a small three and a small four? And unfortunately, she is one of them?

  No, she would never agree!

   "Starting today, you will live here until your mc comes!"

  Huo Junyao spoke coolly, but his answer still left Song Qianying in a fog.

Seeing her ignorant look, the man suddenly stretched out his hand to wrap her slim waist and pressed it against the door panel, and the delicate and handsome face came close to him, "You are allergic to contraceptives, I always want to confirm. Are you pregnant, aren't you?"

"you…"

  Song Qianying was completely stunned, he never imagined that his mind would be so careful. She clenched her fists, suddenly swallowed a little uncomfortable, and asked tentatively, "What if you are pregnant?"

  Huo Junyao, will you want our child?

  Although she vaguely knew the answer in her heart, at this moment, she still mustered up all the courage to ask, and only hoped that he could give her a different answer, but it’s a pity—

   "Knock it out!"

The words    indifference and ruthlessness were spit out from his beautiful thin lips without thinking, and his heart shattered instantly.

  Huo Junyao, you will never know that you have a four-year-old daughter who looks a lot like you...

  Song Qianying narrowed her eyes slightly, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, concealing her inner despair, and at this moment, the man pinched her slender waist—

   "Go get me a glass of water!"

   After he finished speaking, he let go of her and left the entrance.

  Song Qianying froze in place, staring at his tall back indifferently, and did not move for a while, until the man's displeased voice sounded again, and she shook her head and walked into the kitchen with heavy steps.

   As soon as he poured a glass of water out, he saw Huo Junyao sitting gracefully on the sofa, opening his laptop and working attentively.

  Behind the sofa, there is a huge floor-to-ceiling glass, and the noon sunlight is refracted at this time, jumping playfully on him, leaving a dazzling halo.

The man's slender fingers quickly tapped the keyboard, frowning from time to time, but it reminded her of the past, whenever he frowned, she would use her small hands to make trouble with him, making trouble, making trouble, and the two naturally kissed together. …

  Song Qianying was unstoppably immersed in her memories, her apricot eyes like water flashed a ray of sadness, and she didn't even notice that the man who was sitting had stood up and walked gracefully in front of her.