Chapter 978: Life and death depend on each other [Ending Part 9]
Zhong Xin stood aside and said with a smile: "Young Marshal, Zhong Qing is pregnant now. If you hold her like this, you may hurt the child..."
Zhong Qing blushed and lowered her head, not looking at Yi Jian.
But Yi Jian nodded sharply and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes..."
Then he stretched out his hand nervously, touched her belly, and said, "Is he okay? Did he get hurt? I just hugged her tightly..."
As he spoke, Yi Jian's strength also became softer. He gently picked up her body, carefully placed it on his knees, and then circled her gently, looking nervously.
Hold her.
Zhong Qing shook her head and said: "No...how can he feel it now?"
"Really?" Yi Jian had always been staring at her flat belly. When she was pregnant, he was so angry with her that he never came back. When he came back, who knew what her belly was like?
It's like being out of breath and becoming so big.
This time, he wanted to take a good look at how her child grew up little by little in her belly.
He will definitely accompany her...
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Such an idea only flashed in his mind for a moment, and his entire expression froze.
His eyes were fixed, and he accidentally glanced at Xu Ang, and found that Xu Ang was standing aside and angry from beginning to end!
At this time, Yi Jian finally came to his senses.
He was so happy too early, so happy and excited... He even forgot about it. He gave Zhong Xin the ticket for tomorrow night's boat, and he couldn't leave...
But now, she is pregnant again and must leave.
Otherwise, in such a war, let alone the child, even she might not be able to save her life!
Yi Jian's smile gradually froze, and a helpless sadness swept over her.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with sadness of separation between life and death.
Zhong Qing looked at the man who was excited a second ago and was so quiet now. He couldn't help but ask, "Young Marshal...what's wrong?"
Yi Jian came back to her senses, shook her head, and looked at her eyes with a touch of warmth, but behind that warmth, there was a layer of desolation.
