Qin Ye knew without guessing that the place next door must be inappropriate for children.
He turned his head and looked at Yang Ting, who was unconscious and pale on the bed and was getting an intravenous drip. She was sitting in her seat gloomily. He thought very depressedly that the spring scenery next door was beautiful and the garden behind was filled with all kinds of affection.
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Love is really a strange thing, it can change... a person completely...
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downstairs.
In the garden of the Bo family manor.
Yi Jian pulled Zhong Qing with her face calmly and hurriedly walked out of the Bo family's house.
He dragged her and walked towards the garden on the side without looking back.
Along the way, Yi Jian was silent.
They came to the garden, and Yi Jian finally let go of the love that had been dragged all the way.
He crossed his arms across his chest and stared at her, with a playful smile flashing in his eyes.
Zhongqing lowered her head, her eyes were red, and tears were still falling down one by one.
When she saw that he was silent, she also followed his example and remained silent.
She thought, if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move either, let's see who can defeat the other!
Time passed by like this bit by bit, and the two of them remained silent without saying a word.
Zhongqing's little thoughts began to rise and fall again. It was obviously his fault. He raised a woman outside and made her belly bigger. But now he stood in front of her, saying nothing, pretending to be something.
Nothing happened!
What does he want?
Could it be that he pulled himself out just to discuss with himself how to marry that woman?
Zhong Qing's mouth flattened, and she felt extremely unhappy in her heart.
In fact, according to Chinese tradition for so many years, it is quite normal for men to have three wives and four concubines, especially those from wealthy families.
Moreover, once the woman outside the man has a child, it is reasonable for the mother to marry the man because the child is more valuable!
Zhong Qing's mind was in chaos, and she knew that if he really wanted to bring her into his home, she would have no choice at all.
Yi Jian looked at her without saying a word, just leaning against her head. His expression changed from hatred to sadness to sadness and indignation. He couldn't help but think about what was going on in her little head.
What are you thinking about all day long?
Suddenly, Yi Jian stretched out her hand and lifted her chin.
