At the other end of the car body, the ink was white and the eyebrows were deeply wrinkled, so if something happened, he took his long legs and walked to the door. The diameter brushed the pool and walked into the room.
Dad
Uncle
LengJin cool and An Xia approached him and shouted at the same time.
hmm
Chi Ming kindly nodded, and then his eyes fell on Anxia uplift’s belly vicissitudes. He was comforted that he didn’t stay much because he knew that he didn’t have much time, so he leaned aside and said Lengjinliang
Jin Liang, can I talk to you alone?
I
Lengjinliang was surprised and suddenly turned his eyes, beautiful eyes overflowing AnXia body and said
I’ll help Xia in first. You can wait for me in the greenhouse over there.
Lengjinliang conveniently pointed to the distance not far from the villa greenhouse pool ghost deep nodded and said to An Xia.
Xiaer take good care of yourself
hmm
An Xia clever nodded a little while LengJin cool then hold An Xia into the villa LengJinXi and Fu Yinian doesn’t seem to be.
Ink white meditation composed sitting in the living room sofa legs naturally overlap together with one hand holding the sofa armrest palm against the forehead friction seems to meditate something.
An Xia looked at it and sat next to Ink White without thinking. Hope kept her eyes on Ink White.
Lengjinliang is a little uneasy. Chi Shaoqing said that she sometimes can’t tell what she is doing. It’s better to think about it or ask Mo Bai. After all, An Xia appeared in case something happened, which was not predictable.
Mobai, come here.
hmm
Ink white some alarmed to hear Lengjinliang shout he immediately gathered the gods to walk in front of her Lengjinliang afraid of being An Xia heard and pulled him aside and said in a low voice.
Her name is An Xia. She shouted that Chi Chen was her lover, but she has passed away. Please take care of her as soon as I go out and try not to irritate her.
Leng Jinliang said that when Ba consciously lifted her belly, he indicated that he was pregnant in An Xia now, and she would be in trouble if she was stimulated.
Inkwhite eyes are heavy, and the line of sight crosses Lengjinliang’s shoulder. An Xia expects his eyes to fall. He looks at Lengjinliang carefully and can’t see anything similar between him and Chichen, but the inkwhite skin is very good and particularly delicate, even without pores, just like a newborn baby.
Inkandwhite, tall and unusually beautiful, gives people a special feeling of being scurve, unlike Chi Chen, who always hangs around with a bad new face and looks like a playboy.
Since she came to Mexico, white people can’t help but grow handsome and have a gentle temper. Fu Yinian is a set of things. If it were Chi Chen, he wouldn’t have such a good temper, would he?
Mo Baixia will please you.
hmm
Ink white picked an eyebrow, and finally agreed to come when Leng Jinliang didn’t trust to look at An Xia. Seeing ink white poured her a glass of water, he thought it should be ok and went out.
The second snow in the Imperial Capital is crystal clear and white, which hangs over the whole glass room. The flowers in the glass room have a unique charm and are as beautiful as wintersweet and red snow.
Uncle is looking for me.
The glass room was cold and cool, and Chi Ming sat face to face at a round table with a pot of white peony. The faint fragrance between them seeped into the tip of her nose. She remembered that there should be a pot of small daisies here. How did it change into peony?
this is your moth’s favorite flower.
Perhaps seeing Leng Jinliang’s surprise, Chi Ming explained that the weatherbeaten face was warm and the peony flowers were calloused over the years, and the white petals were touched with loving hands, as if touching the most beloved face.
Leng Jinliang looked at him and didn’t speak. She felt the two old people as if they were watching others through her. She thought that person should be her mother.
In the silence, Chi Ming sighed deeply and softly, and her eyes fell cold and her face was cold and she said with emotion.
You look just like your mother.
Is it really Fu Junting’s father who killed my mother?
She had never seen Leng Qiran before, and she didn’t know what evidence Leng Qiran had. She even didn’t know that her hatred for Fu Junting didn’t come from her mother but from herself.
She hates him for standing by, selfish, cheating and hiding, and even more hating him for fame and fortune.
She is a stranger to Mu Anran. Mu Anran wants to give her life and give it back. And if her mother really killed such complicated feelings, she doesn’t know how to interpret her hatred and her heart.
Chi Ming took a deep breath, a calm face and a face of pain, caressing the petals, quietly holding his hand into a fist and shaking his head and sighing.
No, your mother is me who killed the child. I’m sorry for you. I want to say sorry to you today. Please tell Qiran not to suppress Fu Shi again. Everything was my fault.