Because she was really too weak and didn't even have much strength to bear the crying.
After the injection, he carefully placed the child in the incubator. The little baby girl just fell into a deep sleep, while Yin Sa stood in front of her, reaching out and carefully stroking her tender little body.
face, and the obvious bruises on her face.
"Don't be afraid, little darling, brother will protect you and won't let anyone bully you again. It won't hurt you again." His fingers gently caressed her little face, her little nose, and her
With his small mouth, the baby opened his lips and gently sucked his fingers, obviously hungry.
Yin Sa smiled faintly, her silver eyes were extremely clear, like a Milky Way in the sky, with twinkling stars inside.
He took away his finger. It was obvious that the little guy was unwilling. The small hand grabbed his finger and touched the softest part of his heart with gentle force.
The baby is really very small. When he holds his small fist, it seems to be as big as his thumb.
He walked to the side and took out a delicate little milk bottle. It was also very small, but it was particularly suitable for her. He soaked a bottle of milk and walked out. After the temperature was right, he carefully put the bottle away.
Put it next to the baby's mouth. When she saw something to suck, she instinctively started sucking. This was the first time in her life that she had eaten something. It was not her mother's milk, but a bottle of milk mixed with Yinsa.
She drank a lot of milk. Her mommy and her daddy may no longer want her.
She was left alone, but she was picked up by Yin Sa.
Halfway through the meal, she stopped eating. After all, she was a baby and she ate very little. She moved her small lips, and her tender lips seemed to be satisfied. They raised slightly, as if
I'm laughing.
Yin Sa looked at this thin and pitiful baby, but unexpectedly discovered that her eyelashes were very long.
"My little darling will be a little beauty when she grows up." Yin Sa gently patted the baby's little face, and a faint smile filled the corners of his lips. It was rare for him to be like this without purpose, just pure.
Smiling.
"My dear, my brother may have to leave for a few days, but don't worry, my brother will find someone to take care of you." He gently stroked the baby's little face. But he was thinking about giving his little dear to someone.
?
In fact, he didn't trust anyone to leave it to, but he couldn't take her with him.
In the VIP cabin of the plane, Su Zhetuo carefully held Xiang Qinglan's hand. Due to excessive blood loss, she reluctantly gave birth to the child, and she never woke up and fell into a deep sleep.
He stretched out his fingers and gently touched Xiang Qinglan's slightly cold cheek, "Lanlan, let's go back. No one can hurt you in the future. Believe me, we will live happily.
There will be a bunch of kids calling us daddy and mommy. Forget him, forget all the hurt that man has caused you, and there will be no more pain in your life."
He leaned down and his lips gently touched her cold lips. When he let go, he sat aside again. Everything was over. Everything was as he expected. She suffered more damage this time than
He gave more, and the child was also lost.
He didn't know what it felt like, some pain, but also some relaxation. Thinking of that child, he looked at his hands. These hands had once held that soft little thing. It was such a small child. If
There was the sound of Ruowu's breathing. It seemed that as long as the time lasted longer, the poor little thing wouldn't even be able to breathe. The child knew where Yi Ruo had carried him. He didn't want to ask, and he didn't want to know either.
Zeng Jin loved that child because it was Lan Lan's child, and Zeng Jin hated that child because it was not his child.
This time, there was nothing. With the loss of the child, they were standing at the same starting point again. He turned around and looked outside the plane, with an indescribable depth in his dark eyes.
Leaving England and returning to their home, they will start over, and there will no longer be a clear existence in their world like Arthur Wyrie.
There was a knock on the door, and he carefully covered Xiang Qinglan with the quilt before saying "please come in". However, his eyes kept stopping on the woman on the bed, even if the people outside had left.
Come in.
A pair of slender legs walked in. She was a very beautiful flight attendant. When she saw Su Zhetuo, her eyes flashed, filled with the purest love of a girl. This man is very attractive, no matter in every aspect.
, they are all men that women will try their best to get. He is handsome, wealthy, successful in career, and dedicated.
It's just that it's not to her, but to the woman on the bed who hasn't woken up yet. She didn't ask any more questions. She just watched how he confidently took care of her, as if he was loving her carefully. This woman was really
I am very happy. If it were her, I believe she would pass out from happiness.
"Sir, your girlfriend is really happy," she said with a smile, a very professional smile, but her eyes did not leave Su Zhetuo's face at all. The man's eyelashes were clearly defined and light.
The eyelids seem to show that he is a man who will not compromise easily. His lips are pressed tightly, and when he sees everyone, he has a kind of indifference that is distant from others. However, only
Facing the woman lying on the bed, there was a faint tenderness in his eyes.
Happiness? Su Zhetuo still didn't raise his head. His hands were holding Xiang Qinglan's hand, as if he was passing on his body temperature to her.
Is she happy? Is his Lan Lan happy? The corners of his lips are raised in a mocking way. In fact, she is not happy at all. She lost her husband, her voice, and her two babies. He really can't find her.
What kind of happiness can there be in her?
It was he who took away her happiness, and it was he who ruined her life's happiness, and he would return everything he owed her to her and give her her happiness.
The flight attendant looked at it for a long time, feeling really envious and jealous. She put the things in her hands aside, and then walked in lightly, as if she didn't want to disturb the relationship between the two people anymore.
An atmosphere of microsecond happiness.
Whether they are happy or not, only they themselves know.