Chapter 1770: Chapter 1770: Let’s have a child
Now he’s moved into Mo Lan’s bedroom and can’t be driven away.
Mo Lan opened her eyes and suddenly thought of a phrase.
The breakup is entirely up to the man.
Indeed, if a man doesn’t want to break up, no amount of fussing is useful.
But she was determined to divorce him, she genuinely hated him to the core.
……
Qi Ruigang quickly came out after taking a shower, lay down beside Mo Lan, looked at her back, snorted coldly, and disdainfully turned his back to her.
They shared a blanket.
Qi Ruigang gave a tug with his large hand, and the blanket was almost entirely wrapped around him.
Mo Lan was left without a blanket, but she said nothing, calmly got up and took another blanket to cover herself.
Qi Ruigang kept staring at her, but she ignored him.
Just as Mo Lan was about to sleep, he madly threw off his blanket again, pulled open her blanket and squeezed in.
His body pressed against hers, hot like a furnace.
Mo Lan sat up, turned her head to meet his gaze, “Is the bed too small? Then I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
As she was about to get out of bed, Qi Ruigang grabbed her and pulled her back onto the bed!
He swiftly turned over, pressing down her frail body, his dark eyes looking deep into hers.
“We will never get divorced in this life, isn’t it pointless for you to keep making a fuss with me?” he asked coldly.
“I’m not making a fuss with you. I don’t like eating durian, and I’ll never like it in this lifetime. But just because I don’t eat it doesn’t mean durian doesn’t exist. Similarly, you exist, and I’ll still hate you. My dislike hasn’t hindered your existence, has it?”
“You compare me to durian?!”
“In my view, durian is stinky and disgusting, the best way to describe you,” Mo Lan said calmly and fearlessly.
Qi Ruigang gritted his teeth, he really wanted to strangle this woman!
Her mouth was becoming more ruthless, with every word she spoke piercing his heart.
“Don’t think that saying such things will make me let you go!”
“I know you won’t let me go, okay? Move, I want to rest now.” Mo Lan pushed his body, but he didn’t budge an inch.
“What exactly do you want?” Mo Lan angrily frowned.
Qi Ruigang expressionless, his features hidden in the dim shadows.
“Lanlan, let’s have a child,” he suddenly said.
Mo Lan’s eyes widened in shock, as if hearing sheer nonsense.
Qi Ruigang’s hand wandered around her waist, “We’ve been married for seven years, it’s time for a child.”
People say seven-year itch.
Is it only after seven years that they begin to develop feelings?
Mo Lan burst out laughing, laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath, Qi Ruigang’s face grew darker, her laughter pierced him.
“What’s so funny?!” he asked displeased.
Mo Lan stopped laughing, her face cold, “Laughing at your naivety, your innocence!”
Qi Ruigang’s jaw suddenly tightened, feeling an embarrassing shame.
He knew he shouldn’t have said that, but he couldn’t help but speak it out.
As expected, she mocked and ridiculed him.
“I’m serious!” he pressed her shoulders tightly, growling low in anger.
Mo Lan’s eyes held no warmth at all, cold as an ancient glacier.
“Qi Ruigang, it’s too late. Your seriousness is seven years too late.”
“Who says it’s too late, you’re not dead, I’m not dead, it’s never too late!” Since he said it, he might as well strive for it.
“If you dare, I’ll die,” Mo Lan said firmly, word by word, with ruthless resolve.