Chapter 112 Cold

Some things are difficult for you to notice for a while, but they do exist.

Qiu Yao's whole body was petrified at the door. Looking at Song Yuqing's thin back, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

No wonder Song Yu has always been depressed these days. Even he has noticed it, but she, the person involved, has only been aware of it until now.

Her lips trembled. Qiu Yao put what she had in her hand on the table, but found that she was extremely sober at this moment.

"Actually, you have found out a long time ago."

Song Yu leaned over to make the bed and turned around. The deep eyes looked darker in the shadow of the corner.

Qiu Yao watched him take out a gray medicine bottle from his bag, and his heart suddenly sank.

"I'm very happy that you can come back safely, but I don't want the new grudge to make the gap between us bigger and bigger."

"If I haven't found out yet, when are you going to let me eat this?" The hard-won reason was crushed by a blow. Qiu Yao instinctively raised her hand and stroked her lower abdomen. A chill spread from her heart to her limbs and bones, making her almost unable to stand.

"These are the days." He could see the pain in her eyes clearly. Song Yu took a step forward, but saw her take two steps back, frown, stop, and slow down her tone a little. "Maybe you will think that I'm too cruel to you, but..."

"But in order for us to get along better in the future, you still decide to be cruel, right?" Qiu Yao's voice trembled a little. While talking, she went straight to the table and took the gray bottle. She turned around and was about to go out. The air in her chest seemed to be pulled away little by little. But I want to say that no matter how it is handled, I have the final say.

This was the first time she had a head-on conflict with Song Yu. She thought that the moment she turned around and walked out of the room, he would hold her from behind, or at least hold her hand, but he didn't. He just stood indifferently and let her leave in that state.

The weather in the north is too cold. Near March, the wind on the streets is still piercingly cold. Qiu Yao clenched the knuckles of the bottle and turned white with cold, and the sparse pedestrians on the road seemed to be used to seeing others' souls, walking their own way in a hurry or slowly.

In fact, she wanted to go back without taking a few steps. On such a cold day and such a strange street, she came to a strange city like a child who ran away with anger, and finally had to go back.

She knows this very well, and Song Yu also knows it very well. She came out to clear her mind. He asked her to go out alone to calm her down.

But when she thought of Song Yu's tone and expression, she couldn't help feeling cold.

Song Yu is not to be blamed. With such a high-profile nature, there is no room for sand in his eyes. It is beyond his original bottom line to accept that he is in this way, and now it is indeed a little too much for him to accept that his wife is pregnant with other people's children.

Or since she came back, the previous conflict between her and Song Yu has quietly bred, and this child is just a fuse of the conflict.

Even if the broken mirror is reunited, there are still cracks. She could understand Song Yu's resistance to this child, but she couldn't accept his extreme choice. And what about Song Yu? He could understand that she stayed with Bai Qi after losing her memory over the years, but he couldn't accept that she was back together with her in such a sarcastic way.

Everything is in a mess.

Qiu Yao walked to the corner and squatted down, covering her face with both hands.

She finally understood why Bai Qi could let them go so easily at that time. It turned out that this foreshadowing had long been buried, but she was the last person to know.

An indescribable strong sense of hatred arises in my heart, including hatred for Bai Qi, Song Yu, and hatred for oneself. This hatred is like the dirt on the snow on the roadside, which is more distinct because of the whiteness underneath, and once the snow melts away, the dirty existence will disappear.

With a cold shiver, Qiu Yao was about to stand up. A pair of soap boots suddenly appeared in front of her. She looked up, but what she saw was a surprised face.

"Why are you here? Bai Qi asked you to follow me?" Qiu Yao got up and frowned at Hu Yang, who was leading a horse in front of her. The man took off his uniform, and his beautiful to almost neutral face with an iconic unruly smile.

"You think too much. I'm here by myself." Hu Yang looked at her with a smile and followed the hair around his neck. "It's so cold outside. Madam, would you like to find a warm place to sit down and talk with me?"

"What if I say no?" Qiu Yao has an instinctive resistance to this Hu Yang, partly because of the things that happened in Xianyang before, and partly because this person looks frivolous at any time, which is really difficult to connect with the identity of an army general.

"Madam is single at this time. I'm afraid she has a conflict with Mr. Nalantai."

"We don't need outsiders to interfere in the affairs between us." Qiu Yao frowned and turned around to leave.

"Then Wu Anjun's wife of life and death doesn't care?"

After a pause, Qiu Yao turned around and stared at Hu Yang fixedly, "What are you talking about?"

Hu Yang opened a big smile at his mouth, "Madam, take a step to talk."

Qiu Yao hesitated for a moment and was about to follow Hu Yang, but she saw a white figure coming out of the corner. My heart was first happy, and then tight.

After all, he couldn't worry about following him, but his nervous look just now probably fell into his eyes.

She is mostly indefensible this time, but in fact, there is no need to defend. She does not deny her worries at all.

Song Yu went straight to Hu Yang with a playful face. When she came to Qiu Yao, she hid it behind her without a trace, but her eyes did not leave Hu Yang from beginning to end. Her eyes were cold and her voice was cold. "I've been following for two months in a row, and I can't wait to appear as soon as I arrived. Isn't it too unwise?"

"What Mr. Song said was wronged by Huaiqing. Huaiqing kept rushing for a month and followed you here." Hu Yang looked at Qiu Yao, who was drooping behind Song Yu, curled his lips, pulled the reins and took two steps forward. "For the sake of Huaiqing's hard work, can Mr. Song let Mrs. Huaiqing say two words alone?"

Hearing this, Qiu Yao couldn't help but look at Hu Yang in surprise. She thought he would circle in front of Song Yu for a long time, but she didn't expect that he would say it so directly in the future, which showed the seriousness of the situation.

"Since General Hu is tired, she should have a good rest. What's more, it's her own intention to discuss with General Hu." Song Yu turned her head and looked at Qiu Yao behind her indifferently. Her eyes fell to the bottle she had been holding tightly from the beginning, and she couldn't help frowning secretly.

Qiu Yao did not face Song Yu's inquiry, but lowered her head and replied, "General Hu is still good to rest", and walked back without looking back.

Just a few steps out, I felt a burst of discomfort rushing up from her abdomen. Qiu Yao's body shook, and her hands seemed to touch something warm, so she was immediately taken back.