happy ex-wife

Chapter 1722 My Little One ([-])

Qiao Yaruan clasped her hands tightly on the ground, raised her head, and saw Xiao BuDian's defensive eyes.

Her child looked at her defensively.

Qiao Yaruan wanted to cry, but she laughed; she laughed, but tears kept flowing.

"Why? I have no grievances with you, why did you do this?" Qiao Yaruan said in a hoarse voice, her voice was sad like a cuckoo weeping blood.

She sat up on her knees, stretched out her hand to hold the little boy's body, "I'm Mommy, little girl, I'm—"

"Don't scold my grandpa, my grandpa saved you, why do you scold my grandpa." The little girl hugged Sappman's leg tightly, and said displeasedly, "My mommy doesn't know how to scold people."

My mom doesn't know how to scold people?

Qiao Yaruan's lips parted slightly, but her throat hurt badly.

Qiao Yaruan looked up, looked at Sapman who had been silent all this time, and then stumbled to his feet, "I know you can divination the future, but you have no right to make decisions for me or my children."

I don't know if it was because she was afraid of being disgusted by her daughter, but this time, Qiao Yaruan lowered her voice.

"Qiao Yaruan, what's going on?" Feng Feng finally stopped being quiet, and went directly to hold Qiao Yaruan's wrist, "What's going on? Is she my child? Why did you lie to me?" ?”

Feng Feng almost roared out the last sentence.

Didn't it happen, she still wouldn't tell herself, tell herself that there was a child, his child, that once existed.

This heart really hurts, it hurts to the point of suffocation.

"Say it." Feng Feng held her wrist tightly, pulled her into his arms, and forced her to face him.

"Feng—" Shui Anluo said, afraid that he would hurt Qiao Yaruan.

Chu Ningyi stretched out his hand to hold Shui Anluo's hand, "Let them solve it by themselves, otherwise it will be more troublesome in the future."

"Tell you?" Qiao Yaruan smiled suddenly, and shook his hand vigorously, "Tell you what, tell you, I stood downstairs in the chief's building all night, drenched in the heavy rain all night, trying to spend a year, almost desperate Is the child who was born by death, but was swallowed by the fire in three months?" Qiao Yaruan smiled, and the laughter was desolate, "I thought about dying, I tried my best to stand up, why should I let you Do you want to try that kind of pain once?" Qiao Yaruan said, smiling, the tears on her cheeks one after another.

Feng Feng's hands trembled slightly, and his eyes fell on the little boy again, followed by the old man Sapman.

Feng Feng was in a hurry, and he was about to punch him, but Chu Ningyi grabbed his wrist with one hand, and warned in a low voice: "The child is watching."

After Chu Ningyi's words fell, Feng Feng felt a burst of pain in his leg. He lowered his head, and the little one was hugging his leg and biting it fiercely.

"Don't hit my grandpa." Xiao BuDian looked up and shouted with stubbornness.

Chu Ningyi waved his hand away. He is the father of three children, so he knows what he can and cannot do as a father. If Feng Feng's punch continues, Xiao Budianer will never forgive him for the rest of his life.

Feng Feng slowly withdrew his fist, looking at the little girl who was still hugging his thigh and staring at him with anger.

To be seen by his daughter in this way, the feeling is heartbreaking. He opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't make the slightest sound.

Shui Anluo hugged the vegetable bun tightly, her heart felt astringent, and the tip of her nose was sour.

　La la la, update 2 chapters first, and continue at 150:18 pm. The recommended ticket is still [-] Ao, maybe Douzi will add another update today, ^_^ The monthly ticket is still [-] short, can I add one or two chapters today? ps: update around [-]:[-] pm~~~~mua~~~~
　　
　
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