Through the gap, Mu Wanqing clearly saw Yang Mu An's little face. Whether it was pain or a little discomfort, it was all wrinkled. At that moment, Mu Wanqing's tears couldn't help but fall. Fortunately, hers
My son is fine...
Just endure this level, and your future life should be smooth and safe.
Mu Wanqing lay on the window. When she saw Yang Mu'an's eyes projecting, she tried to raise the corners of her lips and said to him with her mouth: "An An, come on."
"Mom...Mom..." He admired An Xi, stretched out his hand towards Mu Wanqing with great weakness.
Mu Wanqing watched her son become like this, her heart was cut like a knife. Her hands pressed against the glass wall were tight until their knuckles turned white.
Yang Mufan stood aside and looked at his son with tubes inserted all over his body, and he felt particularly uncomfortable. At the same time, he also blamed himself very much. Yang Muan is four years old this year. Since he started to speak out, he has not done anything to do.
The father's responsibility, over the years, he could not imagine what his son was experiencing every day...
City A and City B are deep in the uninhabited primeval forest.
In a villa covered with trees and weeds, Huangfu Ye wore a black vest T-shirt, a pair of camouflage pants, and stared at a pair of handsome black leather boots. He walked through the first floor hall with a strong force and headed towards the second floor.
Walking into a remote room.
Because he had just been trained, he exposed his skin in the air and covered it with a thin layer of sweat. At the same time, every muscle bulged.
It can be said that the voices are filled with the strong masculinity of men, and they are strong and forcing.
The moment the thick wooden door was pushed open with a creaking sound, the endless cold darkness also spread.
Looking at the woman who locked herself in the dark room without eating or drinking for three days, Huangfu Ye couldn't help but tighten her heart.
He hesitated at the door and finally stepped in.
With a crisp "bang", the lights in the whole house illuminated the whole house in an instant.
Wen Xiaorou, with her disheveled hair and a haggard face, felt extremely uncomfortable by the sudden strong lights. She instinctively raised her hand to block her eyes.
"Are you planning to continue to fall like this?!" Huangfu Ye glanced coldly at the woman who was sitting on the head of the bed like a female ghost. Seeing that she was not moving, he continued to say coldly. Seeing that she was not moving, he didn't say anything, and said nothing, he continued to say coldly.
"Even if you fall to the bottom, no one sympathizes with you, and no one pitys you. Instead of complaining about yourself, the relatives are sad and the enemy is happy, it is better to do something and make the person who is sorry for you pay a little price. What do you think?
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Wen Xiaorou still sat there expressionlessly.
When Huangfu Ye thought that she would not behave too much in a short period of time, Wen Xiaorou suddenly spoke.
Her voice was hoarse as if she was losing her voice: "Help me save Sheng Sheng."
Hearing this, Huangfu Ye, who had originally turned around and left, suddenly stopped his pace.
He glanced back at Wen Xiaorou, and then said coldly: "It is not impossible to rescue Yang Musheng, but you know that I, Huangfu Ye, never do a loss-making business..."