Sweet Pregnant Wife,Be Good!

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

Some things once have the beginning of doubt, suspicion will be unlimited extension. Xue he didn't even dare to continue to think about it, because it was so terrible and terrible!

The inner dyke seems to be suddenly broken, and the whole heart is like the grass mustard floating on the sea without any attachment. It is staggering, without knowing the direction and without return.

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

The back Qin out of a layer of cool cold sweat, the wind from the window seam, is to let people cool.

I do not know how long, the bedroom door was suddenly opened, Han Qichen appeared at the door.

He looks warm and moist. He seems to be surprised to see Xue he sitting on the bed. He goes over and says with concern: "wake up?"

Xue he looked at him faintly and didn't speak.

Xue he's whole person is emitting a kind of decadent breath, Han Qichen felt it. But when I went home before, I heard aunt Cui say that she was still OK 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 around his ears, "his face is so bad, is it a nightmare?"

Xue he's eyes flashed slightly.

Nightmares? No, it's more terrifying than nightmares!

Nightmares are just a dream. How can I break my heart and make people sad in the dream, but in the end, it is a dream. When I wake up, everything will be OK.

But how can this sad reality be avoided? What kind of things does she have to 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 for the continuation of the so-called fireworks, Xue he's heart rises with disgust and hatred.

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

Han Qichen felt that Xue he's eyes were a little gloomy and worried about her condition. "What kind of dream did you have? It doesn't matter. Now I wake up from the dream. Those are all fake!"

He said, but also put a person into his arms, as if to coax a child gently patted her on the back.

"It's OK. It's OK. Everything will be over." Although his voice was low, he was calm and powerful, with a soothing effect.

Listening to the warm and cool voice, Xue he's eyes turned red.

If she didn't know anything, if she hadn't heard the truth, if she had just had a nightmare and just woke up, how wonderful 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 in Han Qichen's shoulder.

Tears, like a spring, kept flowing out of his eyes, soaked Han Qichen's clothes. When he felt his shoulders wet, his body was a little stiff.

She cried in despair, like a small beast trapped in a 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 her heart was also uncomfortable. Love overflows in the bottom of my heart, but it seems that he can do nothing but hold her tightly and comfort her.

Out of the window, the night is thick, and the wind suddenly blows, which makes the branches fall and fall, and has a strong feeling of wind and rain.