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Just a moment before ye Xi's body fell on the floor, a long arm caught her soft body at the right time, exerting a little force, and her whole body had been knocked into a wide embrace by a man.

"Sunset..."

Watching Ye Xi being held in his arms by a man, Qiao Jinglian's Phoenix eyes flied past in a hurry, holding on to the shoulder blades crushed by the man, and stood up from the floor.

Huo Yingting's eyes were always glued to the pale face of the woman in his arms. Without looking at Qiao Jinglian, he turned to walk towards the door of the room.

"Let her go!" Qiao Jinglian's face was awe inspiring, and he jumped at Huo MINGTING.

Huo's eyebrows and eyes remained unchanged, and his body was slightly on one side, avoiding Qiao Jinglian's attack.

There is no love for war, a little woman who sleeps in her arms.

Huo Yingting's tense face was cold and heartless, and his long, strong and hard legs were moving outward without a pause.

Qiao Jinglian's eyes are bright and red, and she does not give up her desire to attack Huo Yuting again.

However, without waiting for his movements, a black shadow and a blink of an eye leaped to his eyes.

Then, the shoulder of the left arm was buckled by a strong and strong iron hand like a beast.

Qiao Jinglian's Feng Mou shrinks tightly, looking at the man who suddenly appears in front of her.

The man's extraordinarily strong physique, unstoppable bulging muscles wrapped in clothes, and the strong breath of every hard line on his face tell him that this man may be more difficult to deal with than the man just now.

"Joe, you should thank you for having a good brother today. Otherwise, you will not see the sunrise tomorrow."

The man coldly throws a word, then clenches Qiao Jinglian's shoulder to throw him into the room, turns to leave.

Because of the words he left inexplicably, Qiao Jinglian was slightly confused. When he came to the castle, there were few people left.

Thunderstorm, wind ravaged twists and turns on the road, a black car, just like a dragon in the road rush forward.

In the car, the cold man is sitting in the back seat holding the little sleeping girl.

The man's face is gloomy, and his eyes are still on the girl in his arms.

The girl's eyebrows are frowned tightly, the long eyelash tips are still hanging with crystal tears, Qi's white face is not a trace of blood, and the pink lips are uneasily pressed tightly at the moment.

And her two little hands curled on her flat belly, but they were holding her little fist tightly.

The man's dark eyes moved slightly, and reached out to hold the girl's small fist. He could not help it.

He didn't realize what he had done until her little soft fist was wrapped in his palm.

The two long eyebrows were frowning.

Then the girl's fist was thrown away by the man.

It seems that it's not enough. The man directly picks up the girl and puts it on the parking space beside him, and pushes the girl far away.

I look out of the window with my eyebrows down.

A few seconds later, the man patiently closed his eyes, reached out again and held the girl in his arms.

And just at the moment when the girl was held in his arms again, she moved her eyebrows and woke up.

The man stares at the girl indifferently, there is no temperature on his shabby face.

The girl opened her eyes, her face was stunned, and she looked at the man's face in confusion.

Shuer.

A picture flashed in her mind. The girl opened her eyes in horror, sat up, and looked at the man with her small face.

The man silently stared at the girl, two thin lips pursed into a straight line, and could not make a sound for a long time.

A mature and steady man can't feel his real emotions at the moment because his emotions are restrained.

The girl clenched her hands and stared at the man timidly with her red eyes.

The sound of wind, rain and thunder outside the window was like her feeling at the moment.

For a long time, the girl finally found her voice, "brother Lian..."

"Bang"

as soon as ye Xi's soft voice came out, the man's sharp fist fell on the seat on his side.

“……” Ye Xi's body trembled with fright. Tears rolled out of her red eyes like broken beads.

The throat sends out pitiful sound insulation, leaf Xi tightly holds hands son, looking at the man in a panic.

The man's face at the moment is like the Satan in the cold Ming Prefecture, which is cold and cloudy.

The pair of heavy pupils staring at Ye Xi are as dark as the deepest night.

Fear and grievance wrapped her heart like a thin ice thread.

Ye Xi's eyes are also meshed with red blood, which spreads from her red pupils.

The shell teeth clenched the lower lip, and the thin body trembled uncontrollably under the cold gaze of the man.

The last picture floating in my mind is that the man's long and rigid legs are stepping on Qiao Jinglian's chest.

The "creak" sound still reverberated clearly in her ear at the moment.

She was worried about Qiao Jinglian.But she didn't mean to upset him.

She just wanted to explain that she and Qiao Jinglian were not what he thought.

But this time, he didn't even want to hear the explanation. Did he sentence her directly?

Indescribably sad and tired, throughout her whole heart.

Great powerlessness, such as Mount Tai.

It's about to crush her.

Ye Xi is crying, crying all the time.

And the cool and handsome man, from the beginning to the end, just looked on coldly.

Night, eleven o'clock, ye Xi and Huo Yiting return to Xiangcheng apartment.

At ten past eleven, the cold wind arrived and checked Ye Xi's health.

As a result, the pregnant women's lack of rest and fear lead to low blood sugar and fainting. Pay attention to rest.

At 11:30, Leng Feng and Huo Cheng left one after another.

In the quiet bedroom where the needle can be heard to fall to the ground, there is only Ye Xi sitting at the head of the bed, and Huo Yingting standing in front of the bed, staring at Ye Xi coldly.

Leaf Xi hangs head, two big eyes of nimble, full of red blood at the moment.

She held her knee in one hand and stroked her stomach gently in the other.

But stroking, tears fell uncontrollably again.

But suddenly.

She held the wrist of her knee and was grabbed by a man's big claw.

Ye Xi's heart and mouth ache, tears, strings from her swollen eyes.

She slowly raised her little white face and looked at the man with sad and trembling eyes.

"In fact, the reason why you care so much about my identity is not because you are cheated, but because Qiao Jinglian!"

The man hangs down elegant and slender black eyelashes, two slender and white fingers hold Ye Xi's chin like playing, the tone is low and firm, the appearance is heartless.