Coming out of her father's study, Qingwu looked solemn.
This was the first time that her father urged her to get pregnant with Ling Yansen's child as soon as possible. But Qingwu knew that after the first time, countless others would follow. She didn't know what her father was anxious about, but she was only vaguely aware of his intentions.
It's not just as simple as rescuing Duan.
The wall lamp in the corridor illuminated the wry smile on her face too pale.
He suddenly recalled the night when he received the marriage certificate. In the master bedroom of the villa, Ling Yansen had planned to marry her at first, but she had not recovered from Xiao Yixiang's deception at that time. The Duan family was in crisis all the time.
Ling Yansen was approaching, and she was lying under a strange man in a strange place, untouched and extremely frightened. Naturally, Ling Yansen's actions became more intense and brutal, and her resistance became more persistent and thorough. When he impatiently tore open her
When she pulled her underwear off her skirt, Qingwu, who was already shouting hoarsely, found the strength to slap her away without knowing where she came from.
Qingwu still remembers Ling Yansen's frowning and surprised expression under the moonlight very clearly. His delicate outline was sullen, and he looked straight at her ferociously, like a wild beast.
He stopped, wiped off the blood on his mouth, squinted his eyes and stared at her coldly, his voice thunderous, "Duan Qingwu, remember this slap clearly, I'm waiting for you to whisper to death and beg me to fuck you for nothing.
That day!”
Seriously, this day has come.
Qingwu was unprepared and didn't know what to do. She thought, he is really a clever devil!
Pushing open the door, Maomao was playing on the bed. Qingwu put away her bitter look and walked in with a smile, "This is the place where mom used to live. Does Maomao think it looks good?"
"It looks good! Hey, is the person in the photo my mother? She looks so old." Maomao took out the photo hidden under the pillow.
Qingwu's face changed, "This is mom's mother, Maomao's grandma."
She was taken by her mother before she was eight years old, and her father brought her here after she was eight years old. Soon, the things her mother left for her disappeared one by one under the poison of Zhang Shuzhen intentionally or unintentionally. Only this one was hidden by her among the stationery.
The old photo on the bottom of the box is still there.
There was a knock on the door. Qingwu put down Maomao, who was already asleep, and tucked in the quilt. As soon as she turned around, Duan Miaomiao's face was revealed in the creak of the door that was pushed open.
"Miaomiao, what's the matter?" Qing Wu was surprised. In her memory, Duan Miaomiao rarely came to her.
Duan Miaomiao leaned against the edge of the door and refused to walk in. His eyes were not on Qingwu, but he glanced hastily in the direction of the bed. After a few seconds, his eyes relaxed, as if he had confirmed something, and then he slowly walked in.
, and closed the door behind him.
Qingwu was puzzled and thought she was looking for something, so she said, "Did you leave something on the bed? Maomao is still ill and is sleeping heavily. You can go find her. Don't worry about waking her up."
"I'm here to find you." Duan Miaomiao looked expressionless, shook her head, and spoke concisely. Her pale face was tense, and she didn't know what she was suppressing.