You are my trial marriage honey wife

The paper can't cover the fire. Ann Ruocheng doesn't want to deceive Gu still, so she simply tells her about Yunchu's relationship with her and Yunchu's death.

An ruoqin didn't stop it. When appropriate, add a sentence.

So Jiang Hai wanted Gu to know all about Yunchu.

The sad color in the bottom of her eyes became more and more obvious, and her face became more and more pale.

Holding the picture of Yunchu, she shook her head in disbelief and stared angrily at the two men in front of her, as if she were going to eat them.

An Ruocheng looked at her anxiously for fear that she would become a tyrannical personality Gu Tianyin.

Suddenly, she clenched her teeth, turned sharply and ran downstairs.

"Yiyi!"

"Still!"

An ruoqin and an Ruocheng called at the same time.

Gu still paused for a moment without looking back. He shouted coldly, "don't follow me, I want to be quiet."

An Ruocheng's footsteps stopped and watched Gu still go downstairs. He didn't know whether to catch up.

They were worried that they would force her too hard and get her back, but if they let her go alone, they were not at ease.

Just then, a soft waxy child voice came from behind them.

"Daddy, daddy, what are you doing?"

As soon as they looked back, they saw Anning holding Xiao Jiu's hand and standing at the door of the ward behind them.

An Ruocheng quickly walked over and said to Anning, "will you do daddy a favor?"

They dare not go after Gu still for fear of irritating her, but Anning and Xiao Jiu are her children. She doesn't even refuse to approach them.

At this time, it's best to let two children accompany her.

An Ruocheng really knows Gu still very well. Even now Gu still has lost his memory, he fully understands her through a short time together.

Gu still didn't go far, but came to lawn of the hospital and wandered aimlessly.

When Anning took Xiao Jiu's hand to find it, she happened to walk by a cool chair and sit down.

"Mommy! Mommy! "

From afar, Annie cheerfully called, holding Xiao Jiu's hand and running quickly.

He is now a little cute with a heavy responsibility. He must make Mommy happy!

With the two small groups running to his side, Gu's thoughts finally floated back.

Not wanting to be too sad in front of the children, she leaned over slightly, picked them up and let them sit on their legs.

"Xiao Ning, Xiao Jiu, how did you get down?" Gu still kept his usual tone and asked, but no matter how disguised, his voice was still slightly decadent.

"Mommy, I come down to play football. It's so boring in the ward." Anning raised the little ball in her hand and said with a smile.

Xiao Jiu still couldn't say too many words, but she also learned from Anning, raised the drawing board in her hand, grinned and said, "draw."

Although there were only two words, Gu still understood her very well.

She has a deep pity for the autistic girl, especially when she thinks she is also her own child.

"What can Xiao Jiu draw?" Gu still touched Xiao Jiu's head and asked her gently.

Xiao Jiu didn't answer immediately, but took down his small backpack behind him, took out an album and handed it to him.

"Mommy." She cried, her eyes full of expectation.

Gu still had a trace of curiosity in his eyes. He put the two children on the ground, took the album and opened it slowly.

I don't know if I don't see it. I'm surprised at it.

Her portrait is painted on the first page of the album, lifelike and vivid, just like taking photos.

"Did Xiao Jiu draw this for me?" She asked, as like as two peas, but she clearly remembered that she had never worn the same clothes.

"Yes." Xiao Jiu nodded and gave her a positive answer.

She was stunned, and then thought that the people in the painting might be the past themselves.

On such a thought, there is nothing strange.

With curiosity, she continued to turn down and saw a lot of her sketched portraits, including herself, her and peace, and even with a man who looked like Ann ruoqin.

Xiao Jiu has a note, daddy. It is obvious that the man is an ruoqin. However, his appearance is slightly different and his temperament is the same.

Gu still remembers that Su Baobao once told himself that when he first met an ruoqin, he didn't appear as an ruoqin, but his pseudonym was a Ruo.

So, the man in Xiao Jiu's painting is aro.

Xiao Jiu's painting is very vivid and realistic. People can imagine the situation in the painting at a glance, as if they were on the scene.

Through those pictures, she saw a gentle herself and how much she loved the two children in front of her, as well as her friendship with Ann Ruo.

Yes, friendship.

Through Xiao Jiu's painting, she clearly saw that she had no love for Ann ruoqing at all, but only friendship.

In that case, can I explain to Su Baobao? I really didn't mean to rob a man with her at all.

"Mommy, Mommy, you play with me! OK or not? Let the little sister paint a picture for us. " Anning took mommy's hand and said that he didn't forget his important task. He pretended to be a fool and wanted to make Mommy happy.

Gu still looked at his blinking eyes and knew what he was thinking. He looked up and glanced around. It was easy to find two men hiding behind the bushes.

It's really a thief to use children to coax her.

So are these two little guys. Whose son and daughter are they? They are willing to be used to deceive their mother.

That's disgusting.

If you don't give them some color to see, they won't make who they are.

Gu still knew everything and didn't expose it. He smiled at Anning and stood up. He suddenly grabbed the small ball in his hand and kicked it out.

"Son, come on, go and get it back!"

"..." Anning looked at the little ball that had been kicked far away and rolled for a while. She was extremely collapsed. A sentence jumped out of her mind conditionally: "little wolf dog, come on, go and get it back to my mother!"

Woo woo!

Has he become a little wolf dog in his mommy's eyes?

Woo woo, no!

He wants to be a lovely little milk dog, too, okay?

Despite the infinite stomach Fei in my heart, I still took my life to open my short legs and run to the small ball like a real wolf dog.

"Mommy, Mommy... I got it back!" Finally, I picked up the peace of the little ball and panted for credit.

But before he could hear a word of praise, the small ball in his hand was taken away again and kicked out again with a "whew".

"Son, come on, pick up the ball!" "..."