"What did I do to you that sorry for you? Do you want to treat me like this? Han Zhiqing, I have never forced you to love me, nor have you forced you to love me like I love you. I just want to use my life to love you and protect you. Isn't this possible? Why did you force me to almost destroy my child and let me spend my whole life regretting? Tell me, why! Why!!!"

He shouted at her, "!!! What did I do wrong? I just want to love you! Am I wrong?"

The pain that was pressing down on his heart broke out at this time. He was almost bruised by her, and his heart was so broken that it could hardly be found.

Is it that if his heart would not hurt so much if he tortured her like this inhumane and cruelly?

Every word and expression he said made people unable to help but move, and the butler standing by and waiting couldn't help but have red eyes.

"Young Master..."

He red eyes and spoke softly.

From the time the young master was born to the time he went abroad for further studies and then came back to take over DKS, he watched the young master grow up little by little.

From birth to now, he has grown into a noble prince like a god. He has never seen the young master suffer so much, nor has he ever seen the young master love a woman so deeply.

I love it so much that I torture myself to such a situation.

"housekeeper!"

Mo Junhao's hoarse voice came again, and his red eyes were coldly thrown at him, saying, "Come on her."

"Young Master, don't, you guy."

"Fill her the food, do you hear it?"

"Young Master, don't, please don't treat Miss Han like this."

The housekeeper really didn't know what to do, so he simply knelt down to Mo Junhao, "Young Master, listen to me, I know you feel very uncomfortable now, but isn't it uncomfortable when you torture Miss Han like this? Young Master, can you let Miss Han go? She is still pregnant and can't stand the tossing."

The last words of the butler finally made Mo Junhao regain some sensibility.

The sinister blue eyes moved slightly at this time, and the force that pressed Han Zhiqing's wrists also slightly relaxed.

His eyes swept coldly at Han Zhiqing's helpless and panicked look, and his heart hurt a little more than before.

The hand finally let go of her the next second, moved it away from her, turned his back and said coldly:

"Find a way to let her eat."

After saying this, he got up and walked towards the bathroom. His mind became a little clearer after drinking. When he pushed open the bathroom door, he still warned Han Zhiqing:

"Han Zhiqing, if I hear the three words "no meals" again, I will let you know what will happen to annoy me. Not only you, but everyone around you will have to pay the price because of your willfulness."

After saying that, the bathroom door was thrown heavily.

Behind the bathroom door was Mo Junhao's painful face, which was deeply engraved in front of the clear mirror at this time.

Zhiqing, why not give birth to a child, and then our family of three can play together...

We worked hard and soon we had...

Mo Junhao, having a baby is in a hurry...

Then we will have a slow life. If I work hard every day, I will have...

...

The conversation in the holiday house was at this time like a magic sound coming into Mo Junhao's ears.

He kept rinsing his unkempt face with cold water, trying to clear his brain and not be affected by these meaningless memories.

But the more you are, the clearer the memory will be, so clear that it will constantly cut his heart.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he laughed out in pain, "Han Zhiqing, are there any sincere words you said to me when you were by the sea?"

What a good yearning, why has it become like this now?

Originally, they could hold hands together, wait for their baby to be born together, watch him grow up little by little, take him to the beach where they have loved each other, and tell him their stories.

He had longed for a long time, and every time he had longed for a longing to wake up from his dream, but that woman easily brought back everything he had longed for.

He had been obsessed with her for three years, and could no longer have any space for any other woman in his heart. For her, he almost subverted himself. What else could she hope that he would do?

He looked at the mirror no longer like the energetic and confident Mo Junhao who used to be.

That woman was really capable. She could not only destroy her enemies, but also completely destroy him, who loved her so deeply.

In Mo Junhao's room, Han Zhiqing ran away from the glass table in panic, like a frightened bird, hiding in the corner of the sofa, holding the pillow on the sofa, and not daring to let anyone get close to her.

"Don't treat me like this, don't treat me like this..."

Tears slid silently from the corners of her eyes.

Sorry, Mo Junhao, I'm sorry, I really don't want to tell you, I don't know how to tell you...

At this moment, she kept apologizing in her heart, not knowing whether it was because of panic or guilt, but just kept apologizing to him.

My body shrank into a ball to the side, and it was still trembling from time to time.

Han Zhiqing, I have never forced you to love me, nor have I forced you to love me like I love you. I just want to use my life to love you and protect you. Isn’t that okay?…

...

There was no word that Mo Junhao yelled at her when he lost control. She was not hearing it or hearing it in her heart, but she didn't know what to respond.

, and I love you well with my life...

, and I love you well with my life...

...

I kept repeating this sentence in my mind. The more I repeated it, the clearer it became, and the more I was repetitive it became, the more I couldn't help myself.

"Hao...I just want to love you..."

An unconscious sentence came out of her mouth without any direct murmur, and she didn't even notice it herself.

There were only a few moving tears in the corners of my eyes.

The butler couldn't bear it when he looked at Han Zhiqing's helpless and pitiful look huddled by the sofa.

He frowned slightly, and he walked to Han Zhiqing, lowered his voice and persuaded:

"Miss Han, can you eat well just listen to the young master? Even if it is difficult to swallow, eat a little, so the baby in the belly cannot be hungry."

He continued to persuade Han Zhiqing with great sincerity:

"Miss Han, to be honest, I have never seen him in such pain as he is now. You see, he is tortureing you, but in fact he is torturing himself. Every night, he is coming back after getting drunk. He either doesn't eat or just eats a bite or two. The husband and wife can't do anything about him. Some time ago, he was afraid of stomach problems.

But yesterday, because you came, he personally chose the nutrients and cooked them for you to eat. No matter me, everyone in the Mo family, even the husband and wife, it was impossible for him to see the young master enter the kitchen. Yesterday, he really scared us. I saw him coming to eat on his own initiative, and I must have wanted to eat with you. Miss Han, in the young master's heart, no one except you should make him willing to cook in person, and do everything for you in this way."

Han Zhiqing didn't say anything, just quietly hugged the pillow on the sofa, and seemed to have not listened to the butler's words. From beginning to end, she remained silent without saying a word.

Seeing her appearance, the housekeeper was not discouraged and continued, "No matter how much you hate the young master, don't hurt his heart anymore, okay? This child is not only his, but also yours. Just listen to the housekeeper, and it's okay to eat a little bit, is it okay?"

Han Zhiqing still bit her lower lip and refused to answer. The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and Mo Junhao was still staying inside.

The butler turned to the bathroom worriedly, and was also a little anxious.

If the young master comes out and sees Miss Han not eating again, he doesn't know what he will do.

It seems that the young master is going to be driven crazy by Miss Han.

He shook his head helplessly, and he didn't know what else he could do. The two stubborn people collided with each other, and it was all about the thunder that caused the earth to be fired.

I just hope that the young master will not torture Miss Han anymore. What's the point of torture her and feeling uncomfortable about yourself?

Just as he was about to get up, he heard Han Zhiqing's hoarse voice coming from her mouth: "Butler."

Hearing Han Zhiqing finally spoke, a light flashed in the butler's eyes, "Miss Han."

Turning around, seeing Han Zhiqing's eyes pointing to him, he opened his slightly dry lips and said, "Please help me bring the food."

When the housekeeper heard that she was willing to eat, he was naturally very happy in his eyes. He immediately nodded to her and said, "Okay, OK."

He happily brought the food in the tray to the coffee table in front of her and put it down, and said to Han Zhiqing with excitement in his eyes:

"Look at it if it's still hot? If it's not hot, I'll take it down and heat it up again."

"Um."

She nodded gratefully to the butler, picked up the rice in front of her, and her eyes suddenly became hot.

I can't tell what it feels like in my heart.

The nausea that she had originally had for all the food had disappeared, and she felt uncomfortable because of an indescribable feeling.

His eyes turned toward the bathroom intentionally or unintentionally, and there was a hint of indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"Miss Han, then you eat slowly. I'll go down first. Just call me if you have any instructions."

"good."

After the butler left the room, Han Zhiqing sat quietly on the sofa alone and ate the food in the bowl bit by bit.

Mo Junhao stayed in the bathroom for a long time. When she ate the food in the bowl almost the same, she heard a little movement in the bathroom door.
Chapter completed!