Lin Qianqian was angry, and Yang Taotao naturally did not dare to resist and sat down obediently to let her accept it.
Facing the direction of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, she looked at the bright and sunny garden outside through the closed glass windows.
Her expression reflected from the glass window, so depressed and dull.
Touching her haggard face, she asked her friend: "Does I look ugly?"
"I lost a lot." Lin Qianqian replied to her, her five fingers passed through her long hair, gently lifted them up and then dissipated: "Taotao, can we talk?"
She has said this sentence many times, but every time Yang Taotao will avoid it.
Lin Qianqian didn't have any hope this time, but she still couldn't help asking.
In the underground secret room, she had a conversation with Qi Yifeng, and a servant told her that Yang Taotao vomited every morning, and she knew that it was morning sickness.
Looking at her increasingly thin face and watching her stubbornly and sadly bear it, her heart felt more uncomfortable than anyone else.
She asked the servant to stew her body-tonifying soup, giving her the best nutrition for every meal, but she was still losing weight.
Lin Qianqian felt that Yang Taotao was under psychological pressure and she was not willing to tell others anything.
Even though she knew that she was most likely to know what was going on, she chose not to talk about her and Qi Yi, as well as the children in her belly.
What should the child do?
Stay or kill?
The star Taotao was silent as if it was inaudible, and time passed by little by little.
Lin Qianqian sighed lightly, turned off the electric air duct, then removed the plug and slowly closed it.
She gently fiddled with Yang Taotao's hair, combed it, and then lifted the quilt on the bed: "You sleep for a while, I'll wake you up when the doctor arrives."
Yang Taotao suddenly grabbed her hand and tried very hard: "Qianqian, I think I like Qi Yifeng."
She spoke very calmly, her voice softly, as if she was just saying something that had nothing to do with her.
Her appearance and voice made Lin Qianqian stunned for a moment, then stopped the movements in her hand and sat down beside her: "You, are you sure?"
"Yeah." Yang Taotao didn't dare to look at Lin Qianqian, lowered her head, and tears suddenly came, falling drop by drop.
Lin Qianqian hugged her in her arms and hugged her: "Don't cry, can you tell me your thoughts? Let's face it together, don't be afraid. With me here, I won't let you be wronged."
When she cried, Lin Qianqian's eyes turned red.
We have known each other since we are sensible. After so many years of getting along and falling in love, their friendship is stronger than family affection.
Lin Qianqian felt more clear and distressed than anyone else about what Yang Taotao endured.
When she fled to study in the United States, she suddenly found out that she was pregnant with Yan Mubei's child, and she was also very helpless and collapsed at that moment.
She understood her friend's mood very well, and deeply felt her helplessness and pain at this time.
"I want this child." Yang Taotao choked and thrust his body, pushing Lin Qianqian away, looking at her face, tears streaming down: "But... the child cannot be asked."
Lin Qianqian wiped her tears and laughed at her: "Silly, if you want it, just want it, you have me, I want it to be the godmother of the child, and your child will be Colin's younger brother and sister in the future. We are not raising him.
No, stay with the kid, don't cry."
Yang Taotao looked at her, maybe because she was moved, her tears flowed even more violently.
Lin Qianqian continued: "If you like Qi Yifeng..."