Chapter 362

Han Zhiyu's eyes filled with a faint sadness, and her mood also dropped.

"I want to go back and have a rest."

with a light mouth, Han Zhiyu finally looked away.

Lu also didn't say much. He got up and pushed Han Zhiyu forward

As before, after holding Han Zhiyu to the bed, Lu Zhiyu turned and left.

Han Zhiyu sat quietly on the bed and took out a small woolen sock from under the pillow.

this was done with the help of aunt Zhao when she was pregnant.

looking at it quietly, her eyes slowly began to turn red.

fingers, Gently fumble on the sock.

if her baby doesn't die, is she already smiling at herself in her arms now.

PATA

Tears rolled out of her eyes without warning.

more and more, more and more urgent.

at the bottom of her heart, she pulled up in bursts.

her baby

After biting the lip flap, Han Zhiyu cried silently. Tears surged out of her eyes, and her mood was on the verge of collapse.

in silence, a figure came in again at some time.

when she saw Han Zhiyu sitting on the bed crying silently, her eyes were much deeper.

Han Zhiyu stepped over and was deeply in her mood. She never thought that Lu would come back, He didn't find him coming, until Lu Yiwu came to her, reached out and took the sock from her hand.

the photo in her hand was taken away, and Han Zhiyu was stunned. In this way, she raised her head in tears, and looked at Lu Yiwu with red eyes.

Lu Yiwu's eyes also stopped on the photo, quietly.

his body, He began to show a faint emotion, which would make people feel his sadness inexplicably. His thin lips pressed tightly, but he finally handed the sock back to Han Zhiyu without saying anything.

looking at Han Zhiyu's red and swollen eyes, his lips pressed gently.

Han Zhiyu took over, looked away from Lu Zhiyu, then looked at the sock in his hand, and rubbed his fingers gently, His face was full of sadness.

"if you say my baby didn't die, it must be lovely, right?"

As soon as Han Zhiyu's voice fell, Lu Zhiyu's eyes darkened, and his expression became tighter, but his hands on his side became tighter and tighter.

he always controlled his emotions, especially after the baptism of the shopping mall, and he had a sense of invulnerability to cultivation.

however, in the face of this problem, he had a sense of invulnerability, However, his pupils contracted rapidly.

his thin lips and body became tighter.

his eyes looked at Han Zhiyu's things and fixed them on the small sock.

his heart, which had been tortured for a long time, became tighter and tighter.

he could recall that he was close to Han Zhiyu's belly, The beating sound that symbolizes life is heard.

once and again, it is so strong and obvious.

you can feel the warmth and strength of your hand when you fit it on it.

somewhere in your heart, you are still pinching with pain.

with bursts of tightening, Lu's breathing begins to disorder the frequency.

this is only the mood of tasting alone in the night, It's too late to cover up. It's too late to cover up

When the pupils tighten, there are turbulent and irrepressible emotions brewing in them.

Lu Yiwu's breath is more and more suffocating.

Han Zhiyu sits there and looks at Lu Yiwu.

"don't think about the past anymore."

finally, all the emotions turn into words.

coldly takes back her eyes from the photos, She turned around and walked out. She was in a hurry and left with great strides.

"it's the same."

when she was downstairs, Feng Xueqing watched Lu leave, and called to him.

she just asked him to go up and accompany Xiao Yu more, but now she came down.

her voice seemed not to be heard, and Lu's steps were faster, Then he went out.

he got into the car waiting outside, and the car immediately sped away.

in the car, Lu reached out and pressed the middle partition, tensed his body, and the whole person came close to the back.

his mood was completely out of control.

ten fingers tightened, and the pain and guilt could not be forgotten with the passage of time.

slowly close your eyes, The pain on my face can no longer be suppressed

Han Zhiyu sits on the bed and looks at the photo in her hand quietly.

there is nothing to say.

her hand reaches out to one side, takes out a necklace with a peculiar shape, and then presses the button in the middle of the necklace.

at this time, there is a little red light in the middle of the necklace.

this necklace was originally given to her by he yuanze. Just open the button, Her location can be surveyed at any timeAfter she was arrested, all the communication equipment on her body was confiscated.

either Feng Xueqing or Lu was around her, cutting off all the possibilities of her contact with the outside world.

after Lu came in just now, she also deliberately used the dead baby's business to stimulate him, so that he could leave for a moment.

within five minutes, there was a knock on the door, Then Feng Xueqing's voice rang, "Xiaoyu, may I come in?"

"Yes," Han Zhiyu answered, turning off the switch of the necklace and carefully hiding it under the pillow.

although it was only five minutes, Han Zhiyu knew that it was enough to send out her position.

Feng Xueqing pushed the door in and saw Han Zhiyu's red eyelids at the first sight, turning to the small sock woven by wool on her hand, There was a pain in her heart.

as a woman, she couldn't persuade Han Zhiyu to forget the past and look forward again.

after all, the pain of losing her son is undoubtedly a huge blow to a woman.

only time and love can cure her.

"Xiao Yu, I heard that there are new varieties in today's flower and bird market, Do you want to go with your aunt to have a look at it? "Feng Xueqing tries to make her voice sound normal when she's depressed at the bottom of her heart." you'll be bored when you stay at home, so it's better to go out more to relax. "

" I'm afraid Lu won't agree with you either. "

" Han Zhiyu returns with a gloomy face.

"it's OK, I'll talk to him." Feng Xueqing comforts Han Zhiyu, her soft eyes are full of love, "If he really doesn't feel at ease, he can send more people to protect us."

Han Zhiyu understands that Feng Xueqing is really for her own good, so she clears up her mood and nods gratefully.

Feng Xueqing raises her hand to touch her thin cheek, and her lips are touched with a trace of heartache.

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Han Zhiyu's words are as follows