Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

Ning Qiao stood at the door, looking at the serene little Lei with his eyes closed, covering his lips, and tears fell.

Xiao Lei... Is it gone?

Didn't Xiao Xi say he was fine a few days ago? The little boy she used to chat and play with him was gone!

Yu shaomo Eagle glanced at Xiao Lei lightly, turned Ning Qiaoqiao's body, buried her head in her heart, and said in her ear in a low voice: "you can cry, don't bear it!"

Ning Qiaoqiao's body was slightly stiff, his small hand covering his mouth gradually loosened, held Yu shaomo's shirt tightly, and his tears burst down the bank!

……

Ningqiao didn't know how she got to the car.

When she came back to her senses, she was already sitting in the co pilot of the sports car, and Yu shaomo was wiping her nose with a napkin.

Once he was most disgusted with her wiping her nose, but now he does it himself.

"Xiao Lei..."

Ning Qiao opened her mouth and choked, making her voice sound strange.

"The little boy's affairs have been handled by Ke Xiao. Xiao Xi is still upstairs. You are weak and can't stand tossing. Let's go back and have a rest first."

Yu shaomo said.

Ning Qiaoqiao sat in a chair stunned after listening, and looked straight at the front of the windshield. She didn't say to go, and Yu shaomo didn't drive, so she sat with her.

"I didn't expect him to walk so fast." I don't know how long it was before ningqiao's low voice rang out in the carriage.

Yu shaomo turned his head and looked at her. The eagle's eyes flashed. He stretched out his long arm and took her into his arms. His big hand comforted and patted her behind her.

"Darling, it has happened." He coaxed her.

"I used to chat with him, and he said he envied me that I could go to school... Yu shaomo, I didn't expect him to leave so soon..." tears poured out uncontrollably, Ning Qiaoqiao cried bitterly, and muttered in his mouth: "why did he die... Why did he die suddenly... Why?"

She seems to have died in Xiao Lei, but when she listens carefully, she finds that her voice seems to be more than that. She seems to... What child is she talking about.

Yu shaomo Yingting frowned and held Ning Qiaoqiao tightly in his arms. His big hand patted and coaxed behind her. In a low voice, she kept saying in her ear, "it's my fault... My fault..."

That child is his inescapable responsibility.

“……”

Ning Qiaoqiao didn't speak any more, just lost his voice and cried bitterly.

There is no ending like crying to sleep in novels or on TV. When Ning Qiaoqiao cries to exhaustion, in fact, she is still awake.

She just didn't have much strength. She leaned back in her seat and looked out of the window. Her breathing body fluctuated slightly.

Yu shaomo changed his big hand to hold Ning Qiao's small hand, and the eagle's eyes stared at her tightly.

During this period of time, in the face of the fact that the child had miscarriage, her performance has been very calm. This worrying calm is not really vented until now.

About the aborted child... Maybe now is a good time for them to untie their heart knot.

Yu shaomo stretched out his long arm and combed Ning Qiaoqiao's messy hair with a big hand with clear bones.

"Ningqiao, are you very sad?" His voice was low.

“……”

Ning Qiao's eyes soaked with tears looked straight at Yu shaomo.

Yu shaomo's eagle eyes flashed, his thumb stroked her eyes, wiped away her tears, looked at her seriously, and his thin lips moved: "do you remember what I told you before? Ningqiao, I'm sorry. "

He has never apologized like a person in his life.

On the little face whose tears had just been wiped off, the tears rolled down again. Ning Qiaoqiao looked straight at Yu shaomo, and his choking voice trembled: "I didn't have anything to do with ran Wenxuan, not at all."

“……”

Yu shaomo frowned.

He believes that the child is his, but he always thinks that Ning Qiaoqiao has been with ran Wenxuan

But she said she didn't!

"I believe you." Yu shaomo's eyes turned red for the first time in his life. He didn't want Ning Qiaoqiao to see his expression. He stretched out his hand and took Ning Qiaoqiao's head into his arms: "it's my fault! It's all my fault! "

"It's your fault. What's the use?" Ning Qiaoqiao finally collapsed and shouted. He clenched his small hand into a fist and hit Yu shaomo's chest again and again. He cried angrily: "he's dead... Dead! I will never forgive you... "

“……”

Yu shaomo frowned, endured the pain in his chest and held Ning Qiao tightly in his arms.

She vented and he suffered.

In the dimly lit parking lot, a fiery red sports car is driving a warm yellow light. The distinguished man frowned tightly, held the crying girl in his arms, and kept a faint cry coming out

When he got home, ningqiao had fallen asleep.

Yu shaomo parked the car downstairs and looked at the soft little body on the co pilot. Even in her sleep, she frowned as if she was very unhappy.

Frowning, Yu shaomo stretched out his long arm, took a suit coat from the back, covered her, pushed the door open and got off.

Yu shaomo stood by the car, smoked a cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it, frowned and took a sip.

It's already one o'clock in the morning. The community is very quiet. Only the street lamps are quietly on. Because it's next to the scenic spot, there are a lot of insects.

After smoking half a cigarette, Yu shaomo turned his head and frowned at Ning Qiao in the car.

She was still sleeping quietly. She didn't realize that they had returned to the community. Just now in his arms, she kept crying that she wouldn't forgive him

Throw the smoke in his hand on the ground and stamp it out. Yu shaomo closes the door, goes around the front of the car, goes to the other side, opens the door, bends down to take Ning Qiaoqiao out, turns and walks upstairs

Since that day in the hospital, Ning Qiaoqiao and Yu shaomo have been very calm, calm and strange.

As he said, Yu shaomo gradually learned to cook. Although he threw away a lot of wasted ingredients every time, and the taste was not delicious, his cooking level was really improving day by day. Similarly, there were more and more wounds on the back of his hand.

Ning Qiaoqiao had more comments than before, but compared with before she had no abortion, she still had very few words.

Yu shaomo wanted to take Ning Qiaoqiao outside, and even picked some places with good scenery, but Ning Qiaoqiao refused.

She turned herself into a snail. This house is her snail shell.

Even she didn't take the initiative to mention her studies, including one time when she saw a reporter's news interview with ran Guotao on TV, she calmly changed the channel, and her eyes didn't even have a ripple.

Don't care about anything outside.