Chapter 950

Lu Hanting didn't look at Li Yanran. He didn't look at her at all. His deep narrow eyes just fell on Xia Xiwan's gorgeous little face. He looked at her quietly. His eyes were secretive.

"Brother Han Ting, what I said is true. Xia Xiwan did it all. In the bathroom, she robbed my mobile phone and made a call to others!" Li Yan Ran emotional said.

Lu Hanting has no emotional waves. He still looks at Xia Xiwan and raises his thin lips. "Who did you call?"

Xia Xiwan shook his head calmly, "I didn't call."

"Deceiving! Brother Han Ting, don't believe Xia Xiwan. She's lying to you! "

Lu Hanting held her cold hand, "Wan Wan, I still believe you."

I believe you.

These three words exploded in Li Yanran's ear. She looked at Lu Hanting incredulously, "brother Hanting, what has Xia Xiwan done to you? You don't even have the most basic judgment. It's her. She really rolled down. She killed your child herself!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lu Hanting raised his leg and kicked a wooden chair.

With a bang, the wooden chair broke.

No one saw how Lu Hanting acted. In the blink of an eye, Lu Hanting got up and pulled out Chongwen's weapon like a ghost. He pushed the black hole against Li Yanran's forehead.

Li Yan Ran collapsed on the ground, as the richest man, she was the first time to be so against.

The hole is cold.

As long as he moves gently, bang, her life will be gone.

"Cold Brother Han Ting Don't get excited... "

Li Yanran looks at the man in front of her with trembling body. Lu Hanting stands in front of her as tall as jade. His forehead is blue and his dark eyes are full of haze and red blood. He stares at her ferociously, like the hell.

Li Yanran doesn't know which sentence she said is wrong. The child is gone. A man in such a high position as Lu Hanting, who indulges in power, will not show too much emotion even if he is heartbroken. He controls it very well.

But now, he's possessed.

What did she say just now stimulate him?

Is that sentence, is she to say that Xia Xiwan personally killed their children?

Li Yanran knows that he is very concerned, and he is very concerned in his heart.

Lu Hanting's narrow eyes were red with blood. He stared at Li Yanran's pretty face. "From now on, you'd better close your mouth. If you can't control your mouth, I can only help you, so that you can never speak."

"Brother Han Ting, you..." Li Yanran really didn't expect that one day brother Han Ting would fight against her. She didn't believe it, really didn't believe it.

At this time, a clear voice came from my ear, "I'm tired. Let her go out."

Xia Xiwan spoke.

Li Yanran felt the cold hole on her forehead slowly evacuated. Lu Hanting let her go, "take her down first."

"Yes." Chongwen takes Li Yanran down.

When Li Yanran left, she looked at Xia Xiwan. Xia Xiwan's cold and light eyes also fell on her face. She saw Xia Xiwan's red lips.

Li Yanran's hands and feet are cold. She still doesn't know what Xia Xiwan is thinking. It seems that all this is just the beginning.

Li Yan Ran left, and there were only two people left in the ward. Xia Xiwan lay down and shrunk her delicate body into a small group in the quilt.

Lu Hanting went over, he low Mou kiss her forehead, again and again kiss, "Wan Wan, sleep, I will always accompany you."

Xia Xiwan did not respond, she gently closed her eyes.

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Late at night, Xia Xiwan sleeps in a daze. At this time, her little hand cools and is stuffed with something.

The slender feather trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

In the palm of his hand, there was a little bit of a big little porcelain man. Three little porcelain hands were holding hands. He and her were holding a little baby.

The porcelain made by Renren is not exquisite. He carved it one by one. He made it for the first time without much experience. It was a little boy who was born like Xia Xiwan.

This is his imaginary son.

He thinks the baby in her belly is a son.

My son is like her.

"It's for you. You should wear it all the time."

A big palm touched her hair and gently rubbed it. Lu lowered his waist to cover the quilt for her. "Good night."

He turned, went to the sofa and lay down.

Xia Xiwan looks at the little porcelain in her hand. Her little hand under the quilt moves down and falls on her flat abdomen. Her clear Jian Tong overflows with the softness and light joy of maternal love. Her baby

This night, Xia Xiwan didn't sleep soundly, because the man on the opposite sofa didn't close his eyes all the time. He was looking at her, deeply looking at

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