The death day of my brother hasn't come yet.

Yeling suddenly appeared, reminding her of her sadness, and suddenly wanted to see her brother.

Shen Qianshu bought three lilies and put them on the tombstone.

The baby was buried without a name. It was a wordless tablet. She stood in front of the tombstone for a long time without saying anything. The cemetery in the morning was quiet and gloomy, and Shen Qianshu was cold.

Brother, are you in heaven?

Shen Qianshu suddenly turned around and saw Yeling standing behind him. Like a ghost, he didn't know when to stand behind her. Yeling came slowly, and the morning fog shrouded him in a thin layer of frost.

"My little princess..." Yeling looked at the wordless tablet, so indifferent man, but with unspeakable sadness, Shen Qianshu's heart trembled slightly, he really loves children, otherwise, he won't find her for seven years.

Yeling looked at the wordless monument with a deep frown.

Zhong Ran's investigation was very fast, and he found out the context in one night.

His little princess died.

Even if he knew it was the little prince, he couldn't change his words for a moment.

He studied the little princess for seven years.

After seven years of struggling for the little princess and saving money to buy the whole Europe as a dowry, the little princess disappeared.

"It's my son!" Shen Qianshu looked at his mournful face and didn't understand why he kept reading the little princess, "forget it, little princess, just little princess."

Brother, your father came to see you.

He is an asshole. He made a mistake about your gender. Forgive him.

"Yeling, sorry, I didn't keep him." Shen Qianshu's voice was very light. Yeling looked at her. Standing in the morning light, the girl was more beautiful than she remembered. Without the baby fat of that year, she was smart and beautiful, like a lark in the morning light.

Some people's hearts are changeable, and they are unrecognizable after years of separation. Some people turn around a thousand times, but their original intentions are not disappointed after going through vicissitudes.

Yeling said, "it doesn't matter."

Shen Qianshu thought that Yeling didn't look like a person who could say it didn't matter. She was a little moved, and the next second was overturned by Yeling.

"Let's have another one!"

Sleeping trough, is she auditory hallucination?

Why can't you follow the excuse? It doesn't matter. Let's see you later. This routine?

"What did you say?" Shen Qianshu asked uncertainly.

Yeling's eyes locked on her, and suddenly reached out and hugged her waist. Shen Qianshu hit his chest, the tip of his nose against his white shirt, and the heat of his skin seemed to run through her skin. She looked up and saw a pair of calm and deep eyes, "we, regeneration, one!"

"Crazy!" Shen Qianshu's heart beat wildly and pushed her away with one hand.

Yeling was indifferent to her violent walk, "give me back my little princess."

"Son, son, not a little princess!"

"Give me back my little princess."

"Yeling, you are sick and need treatment!"

Son, your father is crazy and goes crazy in front of your grave. Don't mind.

"Shen Qianshu, if you don't return my little princess to me, I'll kill your son!" Yeling's eyes were venomous, and the next second seemed to be against the sky, the earth and the air, and regarded everyone as an enemy.

Shen Qianshu's back cooled, and he ran wild in fear, as if there were demons chasing after him.

"Shen Qianshu, you can't escape."

Shen Qianshu almost ran away from the cemetery, as if one of the Warcraft was chasing after him. Yeling already knew that the child was dead. This was a tragedy that no one wanted to happen, and he only had children left in contact with her.

He searched for seven years, also for children.

This is the end of the plot. Why do you want to have a daughter after a 180 degree reversal?

Who wants to have children with you!! Dare to threaten her, which onion, this is a society ruled by law, believe your bear!