937. Can't bear to part with Madam, but can't let go of face either.

Even if at this moment his heart keeps telling him that this child is his, he should love him (her), and must love him (her), it is still useless.

A moment later, he shifted his gaze away from Qiao Xu's abdomen, and the cruel killing intent that had just appeared disappeared along with it.

Lu Moqing furrowed his brows; this feeling was too bizarre, so bizarre that he couldn't explain it.

Although he had lost his memory, it didn't mean he was without a brain or even the most basic judgment.

His gaze slowly fell on Qiao Xu's peaceful sleeping face, the original coldness in his eyes suddenly softened a bit.

After staying by her side for a while, he finally stood up and walked out.

There were still over ten hours before the flight to Z Country. When Lu Moqing came out of the master bedroom, Jiang Hao was still waiting in the living room. Seeing him come out, he respectfully greeted, "President."

"Hmm."