"here he is. Xia Xiyi has found him out. The seventh Childe, Lin Shuiyao's last closed disciple, he knows so many secrets that he is finally coming."all these years, Sijue Lu has been waiting for the...Lu Hanting did not look sharp, there was no air in his eyes, his deep narrow eyes just fell on the stunning little face of Xiaxi, looking at her silently, his eyes were as secretive as they were.

"Brother Han Ting, what I said is true. Xia Xiyi did all this. In the bathroom, she robbed my cell phone and made a call to someone else!" Li Yanran said excitedly.

Lu Hanting didn't have any emotional waves. He still looked at Xia Xiyi and lifted his thin lips. "who did you call"

Xiaxi shook her head calmly. "I didn't call."

"lie!" Brother Han Ting, don't trust Xia Xie, she's lying to you! "

Lu Hanting shook her cold little hand and said, "I still believe 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 enchanted soup did Xia Xiyi give you you don't even have the most basic judgment. It's her. She really rolled down. She killed your children with her own hands!"

as soon as his voice fell, Lu Hanting raised his leg and kicked into a wooden chair.

the wooden chair broke with a bang.

No one saw how Lu Hanting acted. In the blink of an eye, Lu Hanting got up and ghostly pulled out the weapon from Chong Wen's waist, and he pressed the black hole against his forehead.

Li Yanran collapsed on the ground, as the richest daughter, she was held up like this for the first time.

the mouth of the cave is cold.

as long as he moves gently, bang, her life is dead.

"Cold... Brother Han Ting... Don't get excited... "

Li Yanran trembled at the man in front of her. Lu Hanting stood in front of her with blue veins on his forehead and haze of red blood in his dark eyes. He stared at her ferociously, like Yan Luo from hell.

Li Yanran does not know which sentence she said wrong, the child is gone, like Lu Hanting such a deep high position, immersed in the power of the man, no matter how heartache, will not show too much emotional, he controls very well.

but now, it's like he's possessed.

which sentence of what she said just now irritated him

which sentence is she saying that Xia Xiyi killed their child with her own hands

Li Yanran knows that he cares very much, and he cares very much in his heart.

Lu Hanting's narrow eyes were red with blood, and he stared harshly at Li Yanran's delicate little face. "from now on, you'd better keep your mouth shut. If you can't control your mouth, then I can only help you so that you can never speak."

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"Han Ting Brother, you …" Li Yanran really never thought that one day Han Ting's brother would hit her. She didn't believe it, she really didn't believe it.

then there was a clear voice in my ear, "I'm tired. Let her out."

Xiaxi has opened her mouth.

Li Yanran felt the cold hole on his forehead slowly evacuated, and Lu Hanting let her go. "take her down first."

"Yes." Chongwen took Li Yanran down.

Li Yanran looked at Xiaxi as she left, and Xiaxi's cold eyes also fell on her face. She saw Xiaxi hook her lips if there seemed to be nothing.

Li Yanran's hands and feet are cold. She still doesn't know what Xia Xiyi is up to. It all seems to be just the beginning.

Li Yanran left, and there were only two people left in the ward. Xia Xiyi lay down and shrank his delicate body into a small ball in the quilt.

Lu Hanting walked past, he kissed her on the forehead with low eyes, and kissed her again and again, "go to sleep, I will always be with you."

Xia Xiyi did not respond, and she gently closed her eyes.

.

late at night, Xia Xi was asleep, when her little hand was cold and something was stuffed in.

the slender feather trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

there is a little porcelain figure in the palm of his hand. Three little porcelain figures are holding hands, and he and she are holding a small child between him and her.

porcelain is not exquisite. He carved it with one knife at a time. He did it for the first time and had no experience. It was a small boy who was born like Xiaxi.

this is his imaginary son.

he thinks the baby in her belly is a son.

her son is like her.

"give it to you and wear it all the time."

A big palm touched her hair and gently rubbed it. Lu Hanting bowed down and covered the quilt for her. "good night."

he turned around, went to the sofa and lay down.

Xia Xiyi looked at the little porcelain in her hand, and the little hand under the bed moved down a little and landed on her flat belly, her clear pupil overflowed with the softness and faint joy of maternal love, her baby …

I didn't sleep soundly on the summer eve of this night, because the man on the opposite sofa had not closed his eyes. He was looking at her, watching deeply.

.e she is. In those years, I kept her in A Jiao's room, where she was full of food and clothing, and she was soft everywhere. But what are you can you afford to support her "(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygo...