Yinzai leaned down and wondered what Ouyang Xiyu was talking about. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful, they looked so harmonious and beautiful.
The child in his belly was kicked twice, and Murong Rong lowered his head to caress the child. Did he also know where his father was?
My child, when you grow up, your mother will take you to see your father again.
When he raised his head again, Yinzai's eyes glanced over here unintentionally, and Murong Rong lowered his head hurriedly.
Immediately, Murong Rong smiled mockingly to herself. In fact, she didn't have to bow her head at all. Even if she was standing in front of him, he wouldn't recognize her.
Her body was dirty, her clothes were old and torn, and her hair was messy and hadn't been cut for a long time. She met her pursuers several times and passed by them, but they didn't even know she was the one they wanted to kill.
This was fine, as it allowed her to give birth to the child in peace and raise him in peace.
A passerby threw a can into the trash can. The can hit the mouth of the box, bounced out, and rolled onto the road.
Murong Rong stood up quickly and walked towards the roadside to pick up the can under the disdainful eyes of passers-by.
As the black limousine came out of the hospital, Murong Rong picked up the jar, but it blocked the driveway.
The driver in the car honked the horn and told Murong to move away and not block the road.
Murong Rong glanced at the license plate. It was Yin Zai's exclusive car. She had ridden in it several times before.
Murong Rong stood up in a hurry, lowered his head, held his stomach and ran towards the roadside in a hurry. He didn't even bother to pick up the can when he dropped it.
Feeling a probing gaze on her from behind, Murong Rong hurriedly grabbed the sack containing the bottle and ran away.
The soles of his feet stepped on the small pit and he knelt heavily on the ground. The sack spread and the empty bottles rolled to the ground.
My stomach suddenly felt heavy, as if something wanted to sink down.
Murong Rong clutched her aching stomach and quickly picked up the bottles on the ground, her face gradually turning pale due to the pain.
The car suddenly stopped on the side of the road, the door opened, and the driver got out and asked: "Hey, garbage picker, do you want any help?"
Murong Rong was so frightened and panicked that she didn't even bother to pick up the bottle and ran away holding her stomach.
After running for a long time and making sure that no one was chasing him, Murong Rong breathed a sigh of relief.