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Are they already together now, have children, and are a happy family of three?

child……

Clenching his fists, he thought of the child who hadn't formed yet but was lost by accident.

She hasn't experienced the feeling of mother-child connection, but because of her mistake, she lost her life. [

Ling Mufeng didn't know that he and Ye Zhiqiu once had a child.

Just looking at her suddenly frowning, I thought she was lamenting her unfortunate childhood.

In the past, he didn't like others to see him as a vulnerable group.

When a man is sympathized with, it often means incompetence.

But now it is Ye Zhiqiu who is caring for him, he feels a little warm in his heart, and he is not afraid of more hardships.

So he said softly: "Everything is over, don't... be too sad."

"It's passed……"

Hearing Ling Mufeng's words, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly burst into tears.

Hehe, Ling Mufeng doesn't know yet, what she's thinking about is her and his child, their unborn flesh and blood!

"what happened to you?"

Seeing that Ye Zhiqiu was crying, Ling Mufeng was so frightened that he was at a loss.

It wasn't the first time he saw her cry, and certainly not the first time he saw a woman cry in front of him.

Just seeing Ye Zhiqiu crying made him feel flustered and distressed.

He scratched his head and scratched his head, and searched for a long time before he found a piece of paper towel, which was still crumpled.

Passed it to her hand, and said nervously: "You, don't cry... I was wrong, it was my fault."

"That's right, it's your fault!"

Ye Zhiqiu rolled the tissues into a ball and shouted at Ling Mufeng: "If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have died either! ——No, no, no! The wrong person is me, if it wasn't because of me, if it wasn't because of me... "

"It's my fault, it's my fault, don't cry, don't cry, okay?"

When Ling Mufeng was helpless, he either left or stayed, scolded or coaxed. [

He just stomped his feet, stretched out his arms, and wrapped Ye Zhiqiu into his arms.

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