Seeing that the coldness in Cen Mo's eyes had not dissipated, Song Yao frowned and patted her chest, saying, "As soon as I smell this, my stomach churns and my esophagus burns!"
Song Yao could no longer suppress the urge to vomit. She let go of Cen Mo's arm, rushed to the corner of the wall, and began to retch.
Cen Mo tilted his head and sniffed at the scent on his body. It was probably because he had been tainted by the smell of blood all year round that he was long used to it. However, Song Yao wasn't …
The violent beast in Cen Mo's heart gradually calmed down. He heard the uncomfortable sound of Song Yao retching and took two steps toward her. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and stopped in his tracks. He took off his jacket and threw it to the bodyguard guarding the door. He walked over and held Song Yao's long hair with one hand, bent over, and gently patted her back with the other.
Song Yao straightened her body. Her face was flushed red from the unbearable retching, and the whites of her eyes were bloodshot. One could imagine how uncomfortable she was feeling.
"I'll carry you upstairs!" Cen Mo carried Song Yao horizontally.
The little girl leaned into Cen Mo's arms coquettishly and hugged his neck. She frowned and complained, "I don't like the smell of blood! Baby, I don't like the smell of blood on your body either. It's uncomfortable!"
"Alright, I won't let you smell blood anymore. I'll bring you upstairs."
Who else could receive such treatment from Mr. Cen? Other than his wife, Song Yao, there was probably no one else.
Song Yao, who was nestled in Cen Mo's arms, was showing signs of nausea. Her stomach churned and her body stiffened.
Cen Mo quickly carried her upstairs and settled her down. Then, he took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.
Song Yao, who was sitting on the soft bed, thought about what she had heard at the basement door, and felt her heart beating faster.
Song Yao had always been a good citizen who abided by the law, so at this time, she was worried about whether Cen Mo would go to jail in the future.
Whenever she closed her eyes, all she could hear was Cen Mo's cold and indifferent voice, as though he wanted to pull out someone's fingers while they were still alive.
There was also the terrified man who was pressed on the ground when he opened the door.
Song Yao even had a feeling that if she had shown her disgust towards Cen Mo because of that incident, it might have provoked Cen Mo, and he might have done something even crueler in front of her.
Song Yao gently caressed her tummy. Her reaction of disgust back then was half-real.
Song Yao really loved Cen Mo, but she was also a little afraid of him. She had been trying to figure out how to get along with him, and Song Yao had already found the key to it.
Currently, Cen Mo just didn't trust Song Yao that much. He didn't believe that Song Yao loved him, so he was guarding against Song Yao leaving and cared about any expression Song Yao had towards him.
But Song Yao believed that in time, as long as Cen Mo truly felt her heart, she wouldn't have to be so tired in the future. She would definitely be able to make Cen Mo normal again, and they would be able to get along like a normal couple in the future.
Just like Lin Nuan and Fu Huai 'an
Thinking of this, Song Yao's expression relaxed, and her lips curled into a smile.
She would try her best to change Cen Mo's personality before the baby was born so that the baby could live in a normal and happy family.
Song Yao wanted to give her child a heroic father. She wanted her child to worship his father forever and not be afraid of him.
Cen Mo quickly washed up, changed his clothes, and came out. The moment he opened the door, he saw Song Yao gently caressing her tummy with her head lowered. Her smile seemed especially gentle under the lights.
Hearing the door open, Song Yao looked up. She pinched the corner of the blanket, mustered up her courage, and lifted the blanket. She stepped on the carpet barefoot and ran towards Cen Mo. She reached out and grabbed Cen Mo's new clean clothes, sniffing Cen Mo's body like a puppy. "No! There's still the smell of blood! Go wash up again!"
Song Yao then pushed Cen Mo into the bathroom.
Cen Mo grabbed Song Yao's wrist …
Song Yao looked up at Cen Mo, her gaze trembling with uncertainty. She was afraid that she hadn't caressed Cen Mo's fur.
"Don't walk on the floor barefoot. Don't you know that you're pregnant? What if you catch a cold?"
As Cen Mo spoke, he bent over and carried Song Yao in his arms, walking toward the bed.
Song Yao bit her lower lip and said in a low voice, "There's a carpet on the floor. You won't catch a cold!"
After placing Song Yao back on the big bed, Cen Mo held onto Song Yao's fair little feet, feeling that they were a little cold. He carefully placed them under the blanket before saying, "I'm going to wash up again. Be good and stay on the bed. Sleep first if you're tired!"
As long as she behaved obediently, Cen Mo could indulge her to no end. Song Yao had always known that …
Song Yao shook her head. "I'll wait for you. Let's sleep together!"
"You sleep first!"
Song Yao moved closer to Cen Mo and said, "I can't sleep without you hugging me!"
Cen Mo clearly couldn't suppress the smile in his eyes. He gently kissed Song Yao's forehead, then raised his hand to undo the buttons on his pajamas. "I'll wash up as soon as possible!"
Song Yao nodded. She could see his muscular chest under the navy blue pajamas. There were old whip marks on it, and Song Yao's eyes turned moist.
She pushed Cen Mo. "Hurry up, I'm sleepy!"
Cen Mo enjoyed her coquettish tone. There was a doting look in his eyes. "Okay, I'll hurry up!"
When Cen Mo said he would hurry up, he really did it very quickly. Before he came out, he sniffed himself and only came out of the bathtub after ascertaining that there was no smell of blood.
Song Yao's small body was in Cen Mo's embrace, her back pressed tightly against Cen Mo's firm chest. She hugged Cen Mo's arm, which she was using as a pillow, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red again …
Cen Mo's arm also had scars of various sizes!
Thinking about it, other than his face, Cen Mo must have been abused by his stepmother back then until there wasn't a single bit of good flesh left on his body.
Cen Mo heard Song Yao sniffing and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"
Song Yao turned her head and looked at Cen Mo with her watery eyes. "I'm a little scared …"
Cen Mo's deep eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of cold fog, making it hard to see through. He only stared deeply at Song Yao.
Song Yao bit her lower lip and clutched Cen Mo's pajamas tightly, burying her head in Cen Mo's embrace. "I heard from them that giving birth is especially painful!"
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
"But you can't give birth for me!" Song Yao's tone was filled with complaints.
Cen Mo was silent for a long while. Song Yao thought she had said something wrong and hugged Cen Mo even tighter, looking up at him …
"If you're really that scared, then don't give birth if you don't want to!"
This was a difficult decision for Cen Mo!
Cen Mo was looking forward to the child in Song Yao's tummy. He had always felt that he was the only one left in this generation of the Lu family. If he could have a child soon, the Lu family would have a successor!
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