Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

So what he really valued was her, Xue he, or the child in her belly?

Once some things have the beginning of doubt, suspicion will extend infinitely. Xue he didn't even dare to think further, because it was so terrible, so terrible!

The inner dam seems to be suddenly broken down, and the whole heart is like an unattached grass mustard floating on the ocean, staggering, without direction and return.

Xue Hesong opened her hand. She didn't have the courage to go downstairs. She had to stagger back and sit down on the bed.

A layer of cold sweat came from the back, and the wind blew from the window, which was even more cool.

I don't know how long later, the bedroom door was suddenly opened, and Han Qichen appeared at the door.

He looked warm and moist. He seemed surprised to see Xue he sitting on the bed. He walked over and opened his mouth with concern: "wake up?"

Xue he gave him a faint look and bowed his head without talking.

Xue he was full of depression, which Han Qichen felt. But when I went home before, aunt Cui said that she was fine when she came home today, so Han Qichen guessed that she should have had a nightmare.

Unable to stop the heartache, Han Qichen helped Xue he twist some messy hair in his ear, "his face is so bad, is it a nightmare?"

Xue he's eyes flickered.

Nightmare? No, it's more terrible than a nightmare!

After all, a nightmare is just a dream. No matter how heartbreaking and sad it is, it will be a dream in the end. Everything will be fine when you wake up.

But how to avoid this sad reality? What should she do to wake up from this chilling reality?

At the thought of his deliberate deception and the thought that his recent tenderness may be just for the so-called flesh and blood and the continuation of the so-called fireworks, Xue he felt a sense of disgust and hatred.

She bit her teeth and looked up at the man sitting beside her coldly, "yes, I had a particularly terrible dream!"

Han Qichen felt that Xue he's eyes were gloomy and worried about her situation. "It doesn't matter what dreams he had. Now he wakes up, those are fake!"

As he spoke, he hugged her in his arms and patted her on the back like a child.

"It's okay, it's okay, everything will pass!" Although his voice was low, it was steady and powerful, with a soothing meaning.

Listening to the cool voice, Xue he's eyes became ruddy.

If she didn't know anything, if she didn't hear the truth, if she really just had a nightmare and just woke up, how beautiful would it be?

But the cruelty of reality is to let you see the ugliness under these beautiful illusions. Xue he clenched his fist and buried his head on Han Qichen's shoulder.

Tears flowed from his eyes and soaked Han Qichen's clothes. When he felt his shoulders wet, his body stiffened slightly.

She cried in despair, like a small beast trapped in the besieged city, desperate, nowhere, flustered.

Xue he doesn't understand. Who can tell her how to solve this dilemma?

Han Qichen felt her sadness and felt the same pain in his heart. Pity flooded in the bottom of his heart, but it seemed that he could do nothing but hold her tightly and comfort her.

Outside the window, the night was thick, and the sudden strong wind made the branches stagger, with a strong sense of wind and rain.