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As long as she, Shi Wenqian, was in a difficult situation, he would be able to let out a sigh of relief. She had endured for so many days, but today, she had finally let out a sigh of relief.

Little Eight laid on the ground motionlessly as he spat out white foam. His entire body was ice-cold, his eyelids drooping. He had lost all signs of life.

"Little Eight, Little Eight, wake up. Don't leave me. You'll be fine. It will be fine."

Shi Wenqian trembled as she touched its pure white fur, shaking Little Eight vigorously but he remained motionless. She thought that in the past few days, Little Eight seemed to have been listless, his eyelids drooped down, and his sickly look. Everything had already been a sign, so how could she not have noticed it?

She raised her head and saw the arrogant look on Guo Qingqing's face, the blood Qi around his body immediately surged. His chest felt like it was being suppressed by a huge rock and it was so painful that it was hard to breathe.

"Sister Wenqian, it's just a dog, if it's dead then it's dead. Be careful of the child in your stomach, don't be angry!"

Just a dog? Hehe, Little Eight has followed her for so many years. After her mother passed away, he became the only one he could rely on and rely on.

Shi Wenqian suddenly rushed forward and strangled Guo Qingqing fiercely, becoming hysterical.

"You evil woman, stop pretending to be innocent and kind, it is really disgusting, I have already seen through your true face, you were the one who killed Little Eight, you give Little Eight back to me, give me back! I don't need anything, I just want Little Eight to come back to life! "

She slapped Shi Wenqian's hands with all her might to make her let go, but she just happened to be crazy. She used her strength on her hands, but refused to let go no matter what, and instead added a bit more strength on her hands.

Shi Wenqian hated the woman in front of her, she only wanted to take revenge for Little Eight, she could not hear the voices beside her and automatically shielded her surroundings. She could ignore everything Guo Qingqing had done to her previously, but this time, she could not forgive or forgive.

"Shi Wenqian, calm down, calm down, and don't get angry anymore. Be careful of your stomach."

Lu Shaoming was worried that she would be too agitated and hurt the baby in her stomach, hence he stayed at the side to console her, worried.

Guo Qingqing's sharp nails dug deep into Shi Wenqian's flesh, digging out traces of blood. The fresh red blood flowed down along her fingers, but Shi Wenqian still held onto her neck tightly, as if it wasn't painful at all.

Qiu Yangdan saw that Guo Qingqing's face was red in the face, and that her lips were pale, as though she was about to faint in the next second.

Shi Wenqian, don't go too far, today, you were with me the entire day, and when we returned, we saw the dog lying on the ground, on its last breath, and immediately called to inform you. It was originally kind but was treated like a donkey's liver, and when you said this, it seemed like the dog was fed by you in the morning, we had not touched it, and even if it died, it would be because of your death, you should not carelessly accuse it wrongly!

"I know you have always disliked Qingqing, and I don't like the way she looks at you. In this period of time, Qingqing has always been submissive and tolerant towards you, I have always seen it all. Earlier, she even injured herself and went into the hospital to save the child in your womb, what do you think about her? "Woman, aren't you being a little too vicious? With a character and character like yours, you are not worthy to be our Lu Family's daughter-in-law!"

Shi Wenqian couldn't hear what she was saying at all, she felt the mouths of the people in front of her open and close, she couldn't hear anything at all. She slowly squatted down and carried Xiao Ba's cold body, then turned and walked out.

Lu Shaoming saw that her slim and frail body looked like it was going to fall down at any moment, that pitifully helpless, and his pitch-black, deep eyes revealed pain and intolerance. With a few quick steps, he walked over, picked her up horizontally, and carried her towards the bedroom upstairs.

"Little Eight is already dead. Shi Wenqian, wake up, don't go crazy. What you need now is a good rest."

"No, it's not dead."

Shi Wenqian's watery eyes did not reveal any anxiety. Her eyes were dull and dull.

Lu Shaoming let out a long sigh and tightly embraced the frail and lonely girl in his arms. Looking at her pitiful little animal made his heart ache, he looked at Guo Qingqing with a bit of coldness and determination, as if he was looking at something extremely disgusting and disgusting.

Guo Qingqing was shocked by his gaze and unconsciously took a few steps back. His eyes were really scary, filled with hatred and coldness, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Qiu Yangdan did not think that Shi Wenqian would view a dog with such importance, with a pained look, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Isn't it just a dog? It was necessary to make such a fuss, to turn the world upside down, to be so coquettish as to think that she was pregnant. If she's dead, then so be it. At most I'll just buy another one, how can Lu Shaoming spoil her like this, in my opinion, she's just a fox spirit. "

Shi Wenqian could not help but sneer in her heart. That's right, to outsiders, Little Eight was just a dog, that's why he died, it was not a pity, but to her, it had an extraordinary meaning, it had already become a part of her life. Sometimes, dogs understood emotions better than humans.

After Lu Shaoming put her on the bed, he gently covered her with a blanket. Shi Wenqian turned his back to her and quietly closed his eyes and curled up while hugging Little Eight like a baby protecting itself. There was only a small bulge inside the blanket.

He knew the pain in her heart, and that Little Eight had already occupied an important part of her life. After accompanying her for so many years, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and went out onto the balcony to smoke a cigarette, but he was still worried about the child in her womb. He couldn't help but go over and gently stroke her belly.

Shi Wenqian didn't know when he fell asleep, but he was probably too tired from crying before he fell asleep.

She hugged Little Eight's cold body, wanting to warm it up. Her mind kept replaying the scene when she first picked up Little Eight, its body covered in dirt, following behind her all the while. It seemed like it had recognized her as its master.

When he woke up again, he felt an itch on the side of his cheeks, as if there was a furry little thing under the blanket. Moreover, it was very warm. Was Little Eight alive? She suddenly opened her eyes. A very cute and petite Schnauzer was leaning on her chest, looking at her with her cute round eyes. She was wearing a pink princess outfit. Her fur was snow-white, and she was trying her best to curry favor with her.

What about Little Eight?

It was dead. It was dead.

Lu Shaoming pushed the door and entered the room at this time, a bowl of hot porridge in his hand, and fed a spoonful to her mouth.

Shi Wenqian turned his head away.

"Have some porridge. You didn't even eat anything today. Little Eight is already dead. I buried him in the backyard."

"Lu Shaoming, do you think that you can find a dog to replace Xiao Ba? Impossible, no dog can take his place in my heart. "There are many things that cannot be fixed, just like feelings. If they are broken, then they are broken, no matter how much you try to fix it, it will be of no use."

Shi Wenqian impatiently pushed away the mini version of the Schnauzer that was crawling into her arms impatiently. The Schnauzer let out a pitiful cry, looked at her, wanted to get close to her, but didn't dare to, and could only use his pair of big, black, misty eyes to look at her helplessly. He probably knew that she didn't want to care about him, so he jumped off the bed and rolled around on the soft wool blanket, and played by himself.

She tried to get up, but her body was too weak. Plus, she hadn't eaten anything in the afternoon, so she had no strength left in her body to fall back.

Lu Shaoming's big palm had touched her forehead. Luckily she did not have a fever, her body was probably too weak, she had become thinner and thinner these few days.

Even if you want to torment yourself, you can't not think for the sake of the child in your belly. Since you don't want me to feed you, then eat it yourself! I must finish this porridge, or else I'll have to personally feed you one mouthful at a time! "

He placed the bowl of porridge on the table, turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him.