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Chapter 707 : Return her to me 11

Many passersby passed by. Looking at him who was so infatuated and looking at the beige in his arms, they couldn't help but be moved. Some people even started to help call 120...

"Bei, if you want to live, you must live. You have to have at least two children for me, at least two. In that case, the children will not be lonely. Our lives will definitely be due to the participation of children.

, and colorful!”

"cowry……"

Tears, one drop, two drops, three drops...

It's so sad! That's the real sadness! [

Heartache! That's the real heartache!

It hurts! That's real hurt!

All the tears gathered into a thread, and all dripped on Beibei's face, washing away the black blood that was almost dry on her face again, slowly flowing into Beibei's neck, slowly

It was stained on the white gauze...

When did God finally unable to help himself? He finally began to learn to be affectionate? He would cry?

Raindrops, one, two, three drops... This way they fell down together!

It was clearly a sunny day, and the weather forecast today also said that it was a sunny day, but at this time, God actually started crying!

Did he finally unable to help it? Did he finally know how cruel he was? Has he finally tortured enough?

“Ahhhhhh…”

Looking up to the sky! Holding Beibei in, Feng Qianyu shouted heart-wrenchingly!

Not enough! Not enough! His and Beibei’s happiness has not begun at all. How can we take Beibei away like this?

Not enough! Not enough! Not enough! He still has a lot of things to tell Beibei, and he still has a lot of suppressed feelings for Beibei that he has not released...

"God...ahhhh...return her to me, please give her back to me!"

The rain rose and hit his face, mouth, eyes, arms...

Similarly, the rain continued to wash away the black blood from Beibei's body, slapped on her clothes, slapped on her delicate face, and the makeup on her face looked really appropriate... It was very miserable! It was terrible

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(That, can I stand up and say weakly, cough cough... Mom, are they the real mother? Are you crying?)


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