There were still blood on several pieces of glass. She thought that he had just punched the glass lamp, and she wondered if his hand would hurt.
After thinking about it, she shook her head. Does Leng Yunlin still need her to worry? He is rich, has status, and knows how to enjoy himself. He will not give up on himself and will definitely live a good life.
——To put it bluntly, although Leng Yunlin was out of control when he found her today. However, because the last time the injury was too profound, she no longer believed that he loved her.
If love is to spoil you to heaven when you are happy, and to step on you into the mud when you are unhappy. If love is to place you under house arrest and force you regardless of your will, then I'm sorry, she can't bear such love.
Furthermore, after listening to Leng Yunlin's statement, she couldn't help but think about whether he attached so much importance to her, was it just for the child in her belly?
Thinking of him saying fiercely that he wanted to "take his son", she suddenly shuddered!
The child is hers, no one can take it away!
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Maybe it was because of the quarrel last night, so the next day, when she woke up, Leng Yunlin was not around.
For some reason, seeing that he was not here, her eyebrows were slightly frowned.
Looking at the empty space on the bedside table where the crystal lamp was originally placed, I don’t know how his hands were?
Just as she thought of this, she was stunned and immediately warned herself not to think too much and try to keep her mentality calm so as to avoid bad baby with a belly.
However, after she washed up, she walked downstairs and found that it was already breakfast in the hall. Leng Yunlin was reading the newspaper while looking calm. Seeing her coming, she did not go up to stick to her, nor did she deliberately get away from her.
She was also very satisfied with this attitude. Seeing the food on the table, she would not be unable to get along with herself, nor would she be hungry for her son, so she walked over.
The breakfast was very rich, with egg custard, tofu, and soup buns, all of which she liked. The bowls and chopsticks were already placed, and Leng Yunlin also had a portion, but he didn't do it. He didn't put it down until she came.
newspapers in it.
She glanced at the corner of her eyes and saw several layers of gauze wrapped around his right hand, which was supposed to be his punch last night.
She saw his wound, but she didn't know how to respond, so she simply said nothing.
She didn't care about Leng Yunlin's hand, but he saw a knife on her finger and immediately grabbed her hand: "What's wrong with your hand?"
Leng Yunlin hid the indifference in the middle of the night and instantly broke his power.
When he came out of her room last night, he really wanted to go back and strangle her to death.
The blood on his hands was just a skin trauma, not too severe, and it quickly dried up. He looked at the hands full of blood, thought for a long time, but he couldn't help but go back and look at her.
Who knew that this cruel woman had cleaned the room and fell asleep by herself. Even when he pushed the door open, he heard her snoring comfortably.
He hated his teeth and wanted to pull the heartless woman out of the bed and scold her. When he saw her bulging belly, he still felt soft after all.
Oh, no wonder she slapped herself twice. She was also afraid that he would hurt the child.
Leng Yunlin forgets her very quickly, and since she fell in love with her, she forgets her even faster.