Yuan Qingling had to coax her first and then sat down to sew the pillow.
The oil on the pillow was so hard that it was difficult to pierce it with needle and thread. The cotton inside was slightly greenish-black and dirty.
She sat directly on the ground and watched happily as Yuan Qingling helped her sew the pillow. When she looked at the pillow, there was maternal doting in her eyes. She looked at it with her hands in the air. Yuan Qingling's needle was heavy.
Sometimes, she would take a deep breath, as if she was afraid of hurting the baby.
Yuan Qingling looked up at her and smiled softly at her. She smiled shyly and reached out to touch the pillow, "My child, it's mine."
"Yes, I know!" Yuan Qingling felt very sad and slowly mended the entire pillow, moving as slowly as possible, hoping to find a chance to sit with her for a while and say a few more words.
She was very excited, everything she had imagined before could come true.
The great revenge of Leng Fengqing and Fourth Master can be avenged, and their mother and son will be reunited, a true reunion.
Thinking like this, her smile became more and more gentle. Perhaps this smile was so warm that Leng Fengqing didn't have the slightest bit of guard against her, and even moved a little closer to her, and even stopped staring at her.
The pillow was handed over to Yuan Qingling with real confidence.
This pillow has been her treasure for the past thirty years and the only pillar of her survival. But she is willing to let it go a little, which shows her trust in Yuan Qingling.
This may be due to Yuan Qingling's previous awareness that telepathy is really mysterious.
After Yuan Qingling mended the pillow, he handed it to her. She took it happily, hugged it tightly in her arms, and smiled at Yuan Qingling.
Yuan Qingling looked at her dirty black skin and her innocent smile, and felt her heart aching, and couldn't help but burst into tears again.
Yuan Qingling wanted to try to comb her hair, but she still avoided it and hid on a chair outside the house, still looking like what she saw when Yuan Qingling arrived just now.
Yuan Qingling did not dare to try to contact her anymore. She just sat on the ground with her and looked at her silently, feeling both happy and heartbroken.
Rapid footsteps sounded, and before Yuan Qingling raised her head, Leng Fengqing became nervous, hugging the pillow tightly and raising her hostile eyes.
Fourth Master and Yu Wenhao, dressed in white, arrived. They stood on the path and did not come down immediately.
The Fourth Master's head was raised slightly, his messy hair was blown by the wind, and he was also a bit obsessed. His lips were trembling, and he looked at Leng Fengqing with red eyes.
There were more and more tears in his eyes, blurring his vision.
He was running up quickly, still out of breath, and his chest was rising and falling. He didn't know whether it was due to hurry or emotional excitement. He took a step forward on his toes and then settled down again.
Leng Fengqing also looked at him, turning her head and showing a hint of confusion.
Yuan Qingling originally thought that the fourth master would approach her cautiously, but in the next moment, the fourth master suddenly strode forward. Leng Fengqing was so frightened that she jumped up and tried to hide in the room. The fourth master quickly grabbed her hand.
Her arms and pillow fell to the floor. While she was shocked and angry, Fourth Master held her tightly in his arms. His whole body was shaking with excitement, and tears rolled down his face, no longer suppressed.
Leng Fengqing started to panic. When she saw the pillow on the ground, she roared. She struggled out her hands and hit him on the head hard. She slapped him on the head one after another with such madness that she gritted her teeth. Yuan Qing
Ling saw the red marks on Fourth Master's face and ears, and wanted to dissuade him, but Yu Wenhao pulled him away, and shook his head at her with a sad look in his eyes. Yuan Qing Ling threw herself into Yu Wenhao's arms and burst into tears.
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Leng Fengqing couldn't open him up, so she pounced on him and bit his shoulder. The crazy man was very strong. He bit down with such force that she trembled all over. Obsessive madness spread wantonly in her eyes. She
He raised his head and bit down on Fourth Master's neck again. Blood immediately overflowed from between his teeth.