Yesilo's face was gently buried in the crook of her neck, and she could clearly feel his wine-scented breath gently brushing her nose.
Then, he said hoarsely, "Little one, I am not that person, and you are not my mother..."
That voice was so small, so weak, so hoarse, yet so firm, whispering in her ear like a whisper.
Even though he smelled of alcohol all over his body, she could feel that he was actually so sad that he was about to cry.
"I will never, never, never be like that man..."
Cheng Liuli's heart felt as if someone had tightened it with a silk thread. She knew it shouldn't be, knew that the more pain this man suffered, the happier she should be. But why?
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Why does she feel pain in her heart when she sees this man in so much pain?
If he had not been drunk, if he had known that she was still awake, this arrogant and domineering man would never have said such a thing.
She knew very well who "that man" Yesluo was referring to.
She had personally read the diary written by Ai Lengyu, every page and every word.
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That's why she was able to hit the target with one strike like this!
Is he like his father?
Yes, he did restrain himself from attacking her even when he was most angry.
However, he killed the boy she loved most!
And didn't Ye Xiaotian once kill the man Ai Lengyu loved most in anger?
One caused a plane crash, and the other set fire to kill Ai Lengyu's childhood sweetheart, which directly caused Ai Lengyu's heartbreak and mental disorder.
From this point of view, how similar are their father and son?
Even if he controlled himself and didn't do anything to her, he still couldn't escape the fate of demon blood.
He and his father are both human devils with hands stained with blood!
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the darkness is overwhelming and seems to be endless.
The north wind roared outside the window and didn't stop all night.
She was held in his arms and covered in a quilt as warm as spring, but her heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, getting colder and colder.
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A month later, spring returned to the earth, and the rolling hills in the manor became green. The ginkgo trees bloomed with small palm-shaped velvety green leaves, the white magnolia trees were full of elegant flowers, the roses were gorgeous and moving, and the white
Like jade rose.
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The warm spring breeze carries the fragrance of various flowers, and every corner seems to be full of vitality and filled with the breath of spring.
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And Cheng Liuli's belly has begun to protrude.
During this month, her freedom was also subject to greater restrictions.
She was no longer allowed to go to school. Even when she went to see Cheng's mother, she was accompanied by Yesi Luo and sat there for a short period of time.
Ever since she found out she was pregnant and tried to have an abortion, Yesluo had sent additional personnel to watch over her at all times and not let her have any chance to be alone again.
During the day, the servants followed her closely, taking good care of her and serving her attentively, fearing that she would fall down and get hurt, because Yesluo had given comprehensive orders that if she, or the baby in her belly,
If anything happens to the fetus, all the servants in Leng Yu's house will be buried with her!