Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

She walked fast and fast. After climbing the six stairs, she was out of breath. She took out the key and opened the door. After entering the door, she opened her bag and took out the things she had just bought in the drugstore. She held it in her hand and went to the bathroom.

Open the palm of your hand, you can see her palm lying with a pregnancy test stick. Her face turned red, and her hand trembled uncontrollably.

She held her breath, praying in her heart, praying that the worry in her heart was just her own wishful thinking, praying that such things would not happen to her.

She closed her eyes. A minute later, she slowly opened her eyes and asked for an answer. The two clear red lines on the pregnancy test bar made a roar in her brain.

The pregnancy test stick slipped in her hand, and her people squatted down the bathroom wall. She buried her face in her hands, and tears fell from her fingers. First, she sobbed silently, and then, her cry grew louder and louder, as if to vent all the injustice and grievances of fate.

All night, she couldn't sleep. She had a splitting headache, but she didn't feel sleepy. She was pregnant, pregnant with Qi Aozhi's child, this is God in deliberately tease her.

Once upon a time, her maiden feelings, the only thought is one day, married Qi Aozhi, for his children. She felt that it was her greatest vision and most beautiful expectation in her life.

Now, she is really pregnant with his child, but it is such an unbearable situation. Her fingertips spread over her abdomen. There was an embryo that had not yet formed. Although it was only a small ball, she seemed to have felt the temperature and vitality of that little life. What should she do? Fate is so cruel to her and to her children.

After a night of tossing and turning, the day finally dawned. Lin Yiwan was relieved to get up from the bed. The taste of insomnia was very uncomfortable, and his whole body was numb and stiff.

She went to the window and looked out of the window. She didn't know when it began last night. It snowed. Now the snow hasn't stopped. It's flying in the air.

She opened the window, reached out to the window, crystal snow fell on her palm, and then disappeared. In another half a month, it will be the Spring Festival. The Spring Festival is the day for family reunion, and she has no family and is alone. Any reunion day is a great suffering for her.

The cold wind outside the window blew in and scattered her long hair. She let the wind blow her black hair, and wanted to wake up. Unconsciously, she stroked her lower abdomen with her hand.

Actually, she's not alone, is she? The baby in her belly is the flesh and blood of her blood. Like a normal and happy mother, she would like to experience many ups and downs of pregnancy in October, and then happily wait for the birth of her child. But she can't, she can't be so selfish.

She is not afraid of hardship. She is not afraid of the hardship of a woman with a child. However, she can't let the child be born without sound love, and she can't bear to let her child accept the strange vision of illegitimate child since childhood. Such secular contempt and contempt is enough to kill all the talent and self-esteem of a child. She can't, can't take such a risk