President, you want too much

Uncle Hua is very worried, but Rong Ma is relatively calm. In fact, she doesn't want to move. It's good to live here. As long as Li Xiaohan won't come, they live everywhere

Leng Xingyue can't let go of the past, can't forget her father's death, and can't live in her heart. She can't live a good life anywhere.

Get up where you fall, so let her find herself here.

Maybe when the child is old, maternal love can melt her hatred, and she will naturally figure it out. At that time, it's good for them to leave together.

**

At this time, Li Xiaohan, who was in San Francisco, had been informed by the airline that it was very cold. They cancelled their trip to Russia and the party continued to live in the castle.

The servant reported Leng Xingyue's original words to Li Xiaohan——

"I'll live here until the devil comes back. When the child is born, he will come back. At that time, I'll kill him and avenge my father..."

"He has no such father, no such cruel father..."

"I will give birth to this child as he wishes. When the child is born and comes back, everything can be finished..."

Hearing these words, Li Xiaohan didn't say anything, but sat there alone, staring at the bloody sunset outside the castle in a daze, with infinite sadness in his eyes

**

Time passed day by day. In the twinkling of an eye, Leng Xingyue's pregnancy was six weeks. The doctor gave her a B-ultrasound examination, smiled and said: "you can see the embryo and heart tube pulsation. At present, the fetus is very healthy. Miss Leng, you should take good care of your body and eat more..."

Leng Xingyue didn't listen to the latter words, but murmured: "health is good!"

Then, her lips raised a cold smile, which made the doctor's hair stand on end

Rong Ma and uncle Hua are very worried when they see Leng Xingyue. They are afraid of her mental state. However, Leng Feifan is relatively optimistic. He believes that time can dilute everything, and maternal love can dissolve all hatred

……

Leng Xingyue's pregnancy reaction is very strong. She vomits every morning and has a poor appetite. She sleeps most of the time every day. It's outdoor sports to occasionally bask in the sun in the garden. The servant thinks of ways to make all kinds of delicious food for her, but she still has no appetite and can't eat anything.

Time passed day by day. In the twinkling of an eye, the fetus was three months old. The doctor gave her all kinds of prenatal examinations on time. Now it is still very normal. He just advised her to eat more.

Leng Xingyue is too thin because of her poor health a while ago. Up to now, she still has no appetite, so now her embryos don't grow much.

Everyone was worried and the doctor advised her, but she still had no appetite.

Rong's mother cooks herself and gives Leng Xingyue everything she wanted to eat when she was a child. She still can't eat. She vomites as soon as she eats, or she has no appetite after two bites.

Others will gain weight during pregnancy, but lengxingyue is getting thinner and thinner. If this continues, she and the fetus will be in danger.

……

At this time, Li Xiaohan in San Francisco frowned when he heard the news. Rong Ma knew lengxingyue's taste best. She couldn't eat the food she cooked. There was really no way.

Now I'm afraid I can only solve the problem from a psychological point of view. Thinking of these, Li Xiaohan called Mr. Meng and asked him to arrange some things..

……

On Sunday morning, the weather was very good. The bright sun was refracted through the French window, and the child's song came from the outside. Cold Xingyue woke up from his sleep and squinted at the window. Several pink heart-shaped balloons floated over, emitting warm light in the sun.

Leng Xingyue got up, went to the window, reached for a balloon, looked at it and wrote a sentence in crooked English: "we all want to grow up happily!"

This handwriting is written by a child

"Sister, the balloon is ours."

Suddenly, a milk voice came. Looking for the voice, Leng Xingyue found that it was actually two four or five-year-old children, a Chinese boy and a mixed race girl. They all looked exquisite and lovely, wearing the same school uniform and school emblem. They stood on the windowsill, looked at her chin, stretched out their little hands to her and wanted to return the balloon.

"Sorry, I just think it looks good, so take a look and I'll give it back to you."

Leng Xingyue wanted to put the balloon down, but she thought it was a hydrogen balloon, which would only fly higher, so she tied a butterfly hairpin on the praying rope. In this way, the balloon fell down with gravity. The children picked up the balloon and were very happy. Although several balloons had floated away, it was the only one saved.

The two children held the balloon tightly and smiled brightly.

Leng Xingyue looked at the two lovely children and felt that her heart was about to melt, and her eyes unknowingly became gentle.

"Sister, return this hairpin to you." the boy, holding up the hairpin like a little adult, said, "are you coming down to take it, or shall we go up and give it to you?"

"I'll come down and get it right away." Leng Xingyue quickly washed, put on her clothes and ran down barefoot.

On the stairs, Mrs. Rong watched her run down in a hurry. She was startled and quickly reminded: "Miss, don't run, don't fall, my God..."

"It's all right, Rong ma. I'll get my things. There are two children waiting for me."

When Leng Xingyue spoke, his tone was very relaxed, and his face was also filled with a bright smile.

Mrs. Rong was stunned, stared at her, blinked, and asked, "did I read it wrong? Did miss smile? Did she really smile?"

"You're right, it's true." Leng Feifan immediately followed up. He was glad to see the transformation of Leng Xingyue.

……

Leng Xingyue ran to the yard in one breath. Under her windowsill, the two children stood waiting for her. The girl pulled the balloon and the boy took her butterfly hairpin and blew the dust carefully.

This lovely little action makes Leng Xingyue even more distressed. They are really responsible children. They get the balloon and want to return the hairpin to her. They see dust on it and blow it carefully. Although it looks like a small thing, it is touching

"Sister, here you are!" the little boy came to Leng Xingyue with a butterfly hairpin. "Here you are! I've cleaned it."

"Thank you!"