He leaned his back against the wall. The light-colored wall reflected his hair, which became more and more golden. It looked extremely soft. He closed his eyes. Such a quiet young man really looked like a very beautiful boy.
Got an angel.
She has the appearance of an angel, but the heart of a devil.
There may be a storm here soon, between two women and a man.
And in another place far away, there was a woman. She just stood quietly in front of the window of the ward, staring blankly at everything outside, but nothing fell into her eyes. Her eyes were very empty.
Very empty.
Empty without any brilliance.
Her hand was always on her belly, and the life was still there, so she survived. If the child was gone, maybe she would not live anymore.
She lowered her head, and there was a look of sadness under the corners of her eyes, wondering if this would happen again.
The door was pushed open from the outside, but she was still standing like that, not even blinking her lowered eyelashes. A piece of clothing with male body temperature was draped on her body.
"Why did you get out of bed again? Aren't you just right?" The caring tone was particularly gentle. I believe that no woman would be untouched by such a man's gentle treatment, but except her.
Her heart is really gone and can never be found again.
She was mechanically held in his arms, a very warm embrace, but her heart was as dead as water and she felt nothing.
She opened her lips slightly, but there was still a feeling that there was no sound. Speaking was instinctive, and now that she couldn't make a sound, it became her instinct.
And she seems to have begun to believe that there is no Qing in this world, Qing has left her, and he has disappeared on that rainy day. There is no Xiang Qinglan in his life, but Xiang Qinglan's world is because of
It keeps raining.
Picked up, lost, obtained, lost.
Qing, will you come back? She turned around and looked out the window. She didn't know how many times she had seen the scenery, but it had never caught her eye. She was very stubborn, stubborn as hell.
When love is exhausted, there will be no more love and no more pain.
Baby, do you want mom to try harder again?
Putting her hand on her abdomen, she didn't know why. When Su Zhetuo left her, she didn't make any effort and just ran away. However, this time, she tried so hard to catch another man.
hand.
Because I really can’t let go.
She can't let her go. If she lets her go, her world will collapse. If she lets her go, the baby will be pitiful. If she lets her go, he will no longer be her.
"Lan Lan, how about we get married? The baby is about to be born. There is no way he will be without a father. You don't want him to be an illegitimate child, right? It's so unfair to the baby." Su Zhetuo put his chin on Xiang
On top of Qinglan's head, although he knew that this child might not survive even if he was born, he still used this child as a bargaining chip.
For someone as kind as Qinglan, she would rather suffer for herself, but she would never wrong her children.
So, as long as they get married and she becomes his wife again, then everything will be over.
Xiang Qinglan just let him hold her. Her body was very cold and could not be warmed by such a simple hug.
Getting married, right?
She has been married once and divorced once, will she do it again?
For the sake of the child, the child, her baby, she did not answer, and Su Zhetuo could not hear her answer. It was his fault that she could not speak for the rest of her life.
I can't answer why?
There was a quiet but silent atmosphere in this room. Su Zhetuo hugged the woman in his arms tightly. His black eyes were exceptionally deep, as deep as a cold abyss.
Jiang Xiaolan changed her shoes and put on new ones. She sat in this room for a long time, thinking.
Thinking about myself, there is still a future.
If she hadn't gotten it in this world, she wouldn't have been so troubled and painful. Maybe she was just thinking about regrets, but she was still the woman who loved to dream. But she got it, and that man gave her everything.
After giving it to her, he let her enter heaven, but in the next step he pushed her into hell.
A substitute, just a pathetic substitute.
She suddenly had the urge to laugh, but now was not the time for her to go crazy. Even Yin Sa knew that she was very smart and used her advantages wisely. If she made a big fuss, she would only burn out the man's anger.
Forced out, she knew that he had never been a good person, he killed without blinking an eye, he was ruthless, he was poisonous, he was cold-blooded.
Therefore, she didn't want to provoke him. Once he did, Wang Xiaolan would probably be ruined by her own rash actions for the rest of her life.
She is still sitting here intact, so it means that no one knows about her tampering with the information until now. Otherwise, Arthur would have given her no way to survive.
He hates deception and other people's schemes.
Xiang Qinglan? She didn't admit defeat yet, she clenched her hand hard. She stood up.
They must have met, and this is not the first time. This time, it seems that their relationship has been directly reversed. In the past, she looked at people with her nose, but now she may look at him with her chin.
With a sneer, she walked out.
She walked directly outside the room where she had been living. Yin Sa and Fred were still standing outside. From the looks of them, it seemed that they had never left here.
It seems that they are really in love. They haven't left that room for so long.
She finally understood why he was never willing to touch her and always just liked her hair. It turned out that it was just because that woman had straight hair. He only let her use mint-flavored shampoo and never allowed her to.
It turns out that he got close to her privately because she was just a ridiculous substitute.
But the alternatives also have dignity and heart.
She waited, she kept waiting, waiting outside the door, waiting far away from them. She wanted to see with her own eyes how much love they had, and how it would cut a knife in her heart.
The door finally opened, just as her eyes were opening sorely.
A man walked out from inside, with perfect facial features, handsome and bright, and his eyebrows were quiet, always seeming to have captured the chill of winter, but when he looked at the woman he was carefully protecting in his arms, the narrow and sexy green