Lu Hanting didn't look at Li Yanran, and he didn't look at her at all. His deep narrow eyes just fell on Xia Xiwan's palm-sized and stunning little face, and he looked at her quietly with a secretive expression.
"Brother Han Ting, what I said is true. Xia Xiwan did all this. She even snatched my mobile phone in the bathroom and made a call to someone else!" Li Yanran said emotionally.
Lu Hanting didn't have any emotions. He still looked at Xia Xiwan and raised his thin lips, "Who did you call?"
Xia Xiwan shook her head calmly, "I didn't call."
"Liar! Brother Han Ting, don't believe Xia Xiwan, she is lying to you!"
Lu Hanting held her cold little hand and said, "Wanwan, I still believe in you."
I believe you.
These three words exploded in Li Yanran's ears. She looked at Lu Hanting in disbelief, "Brother Han Ting, what kind of ecstasy soup did Xia Xiwan give you? You don't even have the most basic judgment. Is it...
She really rolled off on her own and killed your children with her own hands!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Hanting raised his leg and kicked onto a wooden chair.
With a "pop" sound, the wooden chair shattered.
No one saw what Lu Hanting did. In the blink of an eye, Lu Hanting had already stood up, pulled out the weapon from Chongwen's waist like a ghost, and pressed the black hole hard against Li Yanran's forehead.
Li Yanran collapsed on the ground. As the daughter of the richest man, this was the first time she was held up like this.
The entrance to the cave is cold.
As long as he moved slightly, bang, her life would be gone.
"Han...Brother Han Ting...don't get excited..."
Li Yanran looked at the man in front of her with trembling eyes. Lu Hanting, as tall as jade, stood in front of her, with veins popping up on his forehead. His dark eyes were full of hazy red bloodshot eyes. He stared at her ferociously, as terrifying as hell.
Come Yama.
Li Yanran didn't know what she said wrong. The child was gone. A man like Lu Hanting, who was in a high position and soaked in power, would not show too much emotion even if he was heartbroken. He controlled it very well.
But now, he is like a man possessed.
Which of her words just now stimulated him?
Was that the one where she said that Xia Xiwan killed their child with her own hands?
Li Yanran knew that he cared about it very much. He cared about it very much in his heart.
Lu Hanting's narrow eyes were filled with blood red. He stared at Li Yanran's cute little face fiercely, "From now on, you'd better keep your mouth shut. If you can't control your mouth, then I'll just
I can help you so much that you will never be speechless again.”
"Brother Han Ting, you..." Li Yanran really never expected that one day brother Han Ting would do something to her. She didn't believe it, she really didn't believe it.
At this time, a clear voice came to my ears, "I'm tired, let her go out."
Xia Xiwan spoke.
Li Yanran felt the cold hole on her forehead slowly retreat. Lu Hanting let her go and said, "Take her down first."
"Yes." Chongwen took Li Yanran down.
When Li Yanran left, she looked at Xia Xiwan. Xia Xiwan's cold and indifferent gaze also fell on her face. She saw Xia Xiwan's red lips curled up vaguely.
Li Yanran's hands and feet were cold. She still didn't know what Xia Xiwan was planning. It seemed like this was just the beginning.
After Li Yanran left, there were only two people left in the ward. Xia Xiwan lay down and huddled her delicate body under the quilt, shrinking into a small ball.
Lu Hanting walked over, lowered his eyes and kissed her forehead again and again, "Wanwan, go to sleep, I will always be with you."
Xia Xiwan didn't respond, she closed her eyes gently.
…
Late at night, Xia Xiwan was asleep in a daze, when her little hand felt cold and something was stuffed into her hand.
The slender Yu Jie trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.
There is a little porcelain figure in the palm of the hand. The three small porcelain figures are holding hands, and he and she are holding a small baby in the middle.
The porcelain made by Renren is not exquisite, he carved it one by one. It was the first time he made it and he had no experience. It was a little boy who looked more like Xia Xiwan.
This is his imaginary son.
He thought the child in her belly was a son.
Her son is like her.
"I gave it to you. You must wear it from now on."
A big hand touched her hair and rubbed it gently. Lu Hanting lowered his waist and covered her with a quilt, "Good night."
He turned around, walked to the sofa, and lay down.
Xia Xiwan looked at the little porcelain figure in her hand. The little hand under the quilt moved down little by little and landed on her flat belly. Her clear pupils overflowed with the softness of maternal love and a touch of joy. She
baby…
Xia Xiwan didn't sleep well that night, because the man on the sofa opposite never closed his eyes. He was looking at her, looking deeply...