There was a sudden pain and spasm in the abdomen. Ling Xiaoran's big, dull eyes suddenly moved. He looked down slowly, looking at his round belly, and slowly caressed it with his hands. And the baby in his belly
As if she could feel Ling Xiaoran touching her, she kicked her twice more.
Ling Xiaoran's dry eyes burst into tears again because of this sense of presence. She bit her lower lip hard, choked and sniffed, and picked up a napkin on one side to wipe away the tears that rolled out of her eyes.
A smile appeared on his face, he sniffed, then patted his belly reassuringly and said softly: "Baby, are you protesting to mother? I'm sorry, baby, mother shouldn't take care of herself like this, let her
You suffered all night with your mother. Mom apologized to the baby. Baby, please be good. Let's wait for dad to come back, okay? Then apologize to dad. Mom will never doubt dad again in the future. Dad will definitely forgive you.
Is it mom’s? Mom is unintentional, mom just...just...loves your dad too much...just loves too much..."
Ling Xiaoran's last words were spoken very softly, as softly as the breeze blowing by, and she couldn't even feel her presence...
I left the study and went downstairs when I saw Sister Fang walking in from the outside. Just like every time before, she didn't have too much enthusiasm and just greeted each other plainly. It seemed that she was used to this way.
Sister Fang went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Ling Xiaoran, and Ling Xiaoran picked up the phone, called up Situ Longhao's number, and looked at it quietly for a while, her hand stopped above the dialing button and never pressed it.
Finally, Ling Xiaoran held her phone in both hands and typed a text message word for word very seriously. After reading it many times, she pressed the send button.