"You? You have no power at all! You should pay attention to your 'Ms An'!"[
"roll!--"
Ling Mufeng clenched his fists and roared in a low voice.
"You should get out!" Qin Yishu competed with him.
The two men were about to fight again, and Ye Zhiqiu had no strength or the mood to care about it.
She slowly moved down, put on her shoes, and wanted to drink water.
"Knowing autumn!"
Seeing her steps soft and about to fall down, Ling Mufeng rushed over to catch her.
When Ling Mufeng felt that Ye Zhiqiu in his arms seemed to have cleared a lot again, he felt very sad.
Once upon a time, on the wedding day, he had no interest when he saw Ye Zhiqiu, who was a little fat.
But now, he hopes Ye Zhiqiu can be healthier.
How long has it been since he saw her relaxed life?
How long has he not seen her tired smile?
"Zhiqiu..."
He called out a little, feeling a little regretful and worried.
He hated himself, how could he be so reckless and impulsive?
He was the murderer, and he killed their children with his own hands!
When he smelled his familiar smell, Ye Zhiqiu wanted to agree.
But when he thought that he never believed that she was wholeheartedly devoted to him, that she had kept him so much yesterday, that he still left, that he pushed her to the ground last night and that he had lost their children.
I thought that this morning, the person I saw when I opened my eyes was not him.[
"You go, don't come here!"
Ye Zhiqiu pushed him away and didn't want to get entangled with him anymore.