Wen Cheng clenched her fists and asked in a trembling voice, " "Yingluo, why are you so good to me?"
Fu Ling raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Cheng.
"Why do you think so?"
Wen Cheng pursed her lips and remained silent.
She felt that it was probably because of the child.
However, for some reason, she did not dare to say it out loud.
She had a premonition that Fu Ling would definitely be angry once she said this.
Wen Cheng hesitated for a long time, but in the end, she did not say anything.
Fu Ling carefully wiped away the tears on her face.
He slowly straightened his body, raised his hand, and gently pinched her smooth cheek.
"What a fool, Yingluo."
If he didn't like her, why would he be so patient and nice to her?
If it wasn't for her love for him, she might not even have the chance to keep this child.
However, he would not say these things to her directly.
Because there were some feelings that she had to understand by herself.
