The crown prince's pet

"What's wrong, Linlin?"

Yin Tianqi was a little panicked, when he touched a hot tear on his palm, he held her face vigorously, watching her pear blossom crying like a teardrop, his heart throbbed with pain .

"You just don't want me to touch you, Linlin, don't cry..."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault!" Yin Tianqi blamed himself so much that he even raised his hands and slapped himself twice.

Qiao Lin quickly grabbed his hand, and said with distress and annoyance, "No, Tianqi, it's not your problem..."

"It's me..." She choked up and couldn't even finish her sentence. Yin Tianqi felt that he was so wrong, knowing that she had experienced such harm, how could he bear to force her?

"Linlin, I won't force you, I'll wait for you, the day you are willing to accept me, okay?"

"Don't cry..." Yin Tianqi never knew that she could cry so much. It's not that she has never seen her cry before, but she was so sad and desperate, as if there was endless resentment in her heart, but he didn't know that she was the last to cry. Sad because of what.

"Tianqi!" Qiao Lin grabbed his arms with both hands, and the pity and reluctance in his eyes made her even more breathless.

She closed her eyes, her eyes were sore, she gritted her teeth and said to him with difficulty, "Our child is gone!"

Yin Tianqi only thought he heard it wrong, but Qiao Lin opened her eyes and said it clearly.

Children... have they ever had a child?

When Yin Tianqi learned that the undesired child had passed away when Fays raped her, his anger gradually turned into deep self-blame.

What did he do?

When she was lying alone on the cold operating table, he flew to France with that crippled body.

No wonder she stayed away from him and didn't forgive him. Even now, he couldn't forgive himself.

Yin Tianqi hugged his head in pain and beat, Qiao Lin had stopped crying, she hugged him distressedly, "Tianqi, don't do this, don't do this, okay?"

"I can't get over it now. It's really not your fault. Give me a little more time, okay?"

That day, when he chased after her, he asked her the same way, can you give him a little more time, it turned out that she was the one who needed time to heal the trauma in his heart!

Yin Tianqi burst into tears, he crawled in her arms like a helpless child and choked...

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Mo Sijue flew to England and granted Xiyao British citizenship. The little guy was born with the earl's halo, and Rokana flew back from England on purpose just to see Jinsun.

After Lokana came, she held the little guy in her arms all day long, lovingly kissing her.

Mo Sijue's eyes looking at Wen Xin suddenly became weird, and Wen Xin felt terrified by his gaze, so he couldn't help asking, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Xin'er, baby, dear, wife!" When Mo Sijue threw Wen Xin down on the bed with an inscrutable smile, goose bumps all over her body were about to pop out.

"Do...what?"

"Mo Sijue, don't mess around, the doctor said, it will take a hundred days!" Wen Xin blushed, with one hand covering his chest, although they shared the same bed these days, but Mo Sijue was really honest, and Xiyao was also among them, so he didn't do anything wrong.

But now Lokana dotes on her grandson very much, she specially brought imported milk powder from England, just to give Xiyao the best breastfeeding.

Wen Xin was thin and lacked milk, Luo Kana felt sorry for her daughter-in-law and took her grandson there by herself.

Seeing him rushing towards her like a wolf like a tiger, Wen Xin's eyes widened.

But Mo Sijue just hugged her tightly, put his hands on her waist and gently stroked her, "Xin'er, thank you..."

"Mo Sijue, what's the fuss about you?" Wen Xin was depressed, why did he become eccentric after a trip to England.

Mo Sijue didn't explain, just looked at her with a silly smile. When he returned to England, he saw Dr. Kate again. After he knew that Wenxin had given birth to a son, he told him about Wenxin's constant contact with Mrs. Kate. .

Mo Sijue was so moved that he didn't expect Wen Xin to be so well-intentioned, but she didn't tell him anything, just to give him another son.

So what if there are no children?His Xin'er is so kind, how could he not love her.

Now he knows that during the wedding period, Wen Xin secretly made some small moves behind his back. It turned out that it was planned secretly at that time, and he was willing to be tricked by her.

Wen Xin was baffled by his thank you, she grunted in dissatisfaction, Mo Sijue smiled instead of anger, and kissed the tip of her nose dotingly, "And... Wife, I love you!"

Luo Kana didn't have time to catch up with Xiyao's full moon, so she specially reserved it for his hundred days. She and Mo Sijue discussed holding a grand banquet for the little guy.

After a period of recuperation, Wenxin's body has almost recovered. Mo Sijue held a high-profile banquet at the Dynasty Hotel, and invited many partners from well-known companies and his gang of princeling brothers.

Little friend Mo Xiyao is the little hero of today's banquet, the little guy has been lazy all day long, sleeping soundly in his warm arms, and when all the guests arrive at night, the little guy is still drowsy without showing off his face sleep.

When Mo Sijue took him from Wenxin's hand, the little man didn't even raise his eyelids, and he didn't even want to give his father face tonight.

Mo Sijue was wearing a black suit and a purple tie, and the little guy was wearing a father-son outfit. Putting two similar faces together, anyone who saw him would know that this was Young Master Mo.

"Hey, the little guy hasn't woken up yet..."

When Chi Hao saw that handsome little face, he wanted to ravage it as a prank. He didn't forget that he was kept in Japan by Mo Sijue for a whole year and couldn't come back.

"What are you doing? You want to play with your son and find a woman to give birth to!" When Mo Sijue saw his wolf claws stretching towards Mo Xiyao's little friend, he quickly ran away with his son in his arms.

At this time, little friend Mo Xiyao slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the crowd suddenly rushing up in the hall, Mo Sijue enjoyed the feeling of his son being sought after with a sense of accomplishment, and many people fawned over him looked at the young master, but the little guy blinked his charming blue eyes, as if dissatisfied with such an arrangement.

Cursing his lips, he pinched his palms with a pair of small hands, and only heard a "wow", and the loud crying covered the originally noisy hall.