"Yes, it will definitely happen." Liu Xinru firmly believed in this matter.
She knows better than anyone how much Gu Liangyan has suffered over the years and how hard she has worked to survive for the sake of her children. Liu Xinru's eyes glanced at the pink marks on Gu Liangyan's slender wrists. The wounds that were originally shocking were now
has gradually faded.
"Xiao Yan, for the sake of An'er and yourself, you must wake up!"
Gu Liangyan was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, his eyebrows were getting cold as frost, and his eyelashes were shaking invisibly.
I don't know if this method will be effective, so Liang Qiao took a deep look at Gu Liangyan.
He stood leaning against the wall, not knowing what he was thinking.
Suddenly, the door of the ward was kicked open.
Everyone was frightened, Liang Qiao's handsome brows furrowed, "Li Jingyuan, are you sick? How can you kick a good door with your feet? Your hands are disabled?"
His eyes filled with indignation fell on Li Jingyuan's hands wrapped in rice dumplings, and he suddenly became speechless.
Li Jingyuan changed his clothes and suddenly regained his usual nobility, with a cold temperament all over his body, staring ahead arrogantly and indifferently. His eyes were as thick as night, blocking those hidden gentle emotions.
"Don't sick people lie here?" After saying that, a trace of teasing mockery appeared on his cold face. His eyes fell on Gu An, who was arrogantly facing him, and his eyes suddenly turned cruel.
The man stretched out his uninjured hand, clamped Gu An's shoulders without mercy, and pulled him out of Liu Xinru's arms. Liu Xinru was pulled violently, her arms were empty, and her center of gravity suddenly became unstable, and she fell hard to the ground.
On the ground.
Tears were suddenly aroused by the pain, and she heard a demonic roar above her head.
"You brat, I get angry when I see you. You look a lot like me, but you are nothing like me, Li Jingyuan!"
Li Jingyuan lifted Gu An high, his voice full of ferocity.
His feet were barely touching the ground, but when the man shouted coldly, Gu An's eyes immediately turned red.
"Yes, I'm not your son. An ugly and fierce old man like you, who wants to be your son?" After saying that, looking at Li Jingyuan's more fierce eyes, he was still a four-year-old child and couldn't help but scream.
Cry loudly.
While crying, he shouted, "Mom, Mom, get up quickly and tell him that I am not his son."
Gu An cried louder and louder, his voice almost hoarse.
The man's invincible heart twitched violently. His face was still cold, with no unnecessary expression. He turned his head indifferently to look at Gu Liangyan, who still had no reaction on the hospital bed. His other hand was trembling hard behind his back.
"She can't get up! Look at her, there's no difference between her lying there and dead."
"Gu Liangyan, don't think that I can't do anything to you just because you're lying there. Whatever you owe Qingyu, what you owe the Shen family, and what you owe me, this child will pay for it!"
Li Jingyuan threw Gu An, who was crying until he lost his voice, back into Liu Xinru's arms, and walked step by step closer to Gu Liangyan's bedside.
The smile was cold and there was an undercurrent in his eyes, and every word seemed to come from hell.
"Gu Liangyan, do you think I should throw him to the border of Myanmar or the Middle East?"
"Limock's favorite is 4-year-old children. He trains to kill several cats and dogs, and he quickly gets started."
"By the way, let him get a tattoo too, so that he can atone for Qingyu's sins on your behalf. Alas, there are no boys in the Shen family. What do you think if I let him be adopted as a son to Shen Qingyu?"
"After all, there are too many women who want to give birth to children for me, Li Jingyuan, so let's just make way for their sons."