Han Jiaojiao finally left. As soon as she left, she went directly to the bar. She didn't go back to Yin Tian's house at all. She didn't know that Yin Tian hadn't gone back day and night. If she knew, Jiang Ruomu would have taken Yin Tian back at home.

Today, when he came out from home, he didn't know where he should go, but with his feeling, he walked slowly, followed by his legs, he walked all day, and didn't feel the familiar place until eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

An independent villa was presented in front of him. I didn't know why or whether I was under too much pressure. I always felt that at the door of the villa, there was a little woman standing here and looking out. I didn't know what she was waiting for.

When he saw the little woman, his heart was aching. The suffocating pain drove him to knock on the villa.

"Han Jiaojiao, what are you doing here?"

As soon as the door opened, there was a flood of abuse. Yin Tian stared at the woman and didn't see him at all. He began to look at the woman. It was the crazy woman who died her husband.

"You..."

After a humiliating scolding, he finally saw the man in front of him. Jiang Ruomu stopped at once, looked at Yin Tian and looked behind him, for fear that Han Jiaojiao came to show off with the cinema.

But there is nothing behind, as long as Yin Tian is alone.

Subconsciously, she felt whether Yin Tian remembered himself and came back to find himself.

Jiang Ruomu had stopped his tears and immediately shed them. He looked at Yin Tian with tearful eyes. Yin Tian looked at these eyes and felt familiar. He hadn't seen them carefully before, but when he looked carefully, he seemed to feel the affection here. It didn't look like the eyes of a woman with a dead husband.

So, who is she.

Yin Tian doesn't know, but he knows that the woman in front of him will give him an explanation and tell him who she is.

"Touch here."

Jiang Ruomu took his hand and touched his stomach. There was a little life in his stomach. It was the seed of this man. They all said that his blood was connected in his heart. Can this man feel the existence of this little life.

Yin Tian carefully felt the little life on his hands, as if he could feel that the little doll playfully kicked his palm, and then he felt crisp and soft. He felt that the whole hand was already soft.

In this way, Jiang Ruomu could feel Yin Tian's vigilance getting lower and lower. Finally, he became a gentle man, and all his attention was on her stomach.

"You... Can you feel his presence?"

The voice of crying sounded in Yin Tian's ear. Yin Tian gently raised his hand and touched the woman's face opposite. A gentle smile appeared on his face.

They looked at each other as if they had returned to the past, and the friendship lingered between them.

"Ah..."

Jiang Ruomu immediately began to wail and burst into Yin Tian's arms. After jumping into his arms, the feeling of his body came back and held each other tightly. Yin Tian didn't push her away this time because he felt that this feeling of hugging made him feel more comfortable than Han Jiaojiao's feeling of holding him. It seemed that such a hug belonged to him, Han Jiaojiao is just an outsider.

"Don't cry, I am."

These four words reflect Yin Tian's heart. From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to comfort the woman, but Jiang Ruomu couldn't restrain this sentence as soon as he said it.

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