The coldness between him and the two of them just now made Xia Yucheng fall into the ice cellar in an instant, and she was afraid of such a wind.

"Aren't you sad?" Seeing that she didn't speak, he glanced at her with a slightly cold expression.

"Yes...... But...... Wan'er is dead, what else can I do?Can I hate her and not forgive her, and our children will come back?" she didn't like the way he was angry, and felt a little aggrieved in her heart, so she moved her body and wanted to step on the bamboo.

Feng Hao realized that he was out of control, stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, and said in a loud voice: "I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself, I'm not good, I didn't protect you and our children well......"

The man's big palm ran along her back, stroking it again and again, as if to soothe. The other big palm pressed her waist tightly, fixing her person in his arms.

She didn't speak, her face was stiff, and she fell limply into his arms.

"I'm not mad at you, little girl...... Smile, huh?" Feng Hao lowered his head and kissed him lovingly. She blinked her eyelashes slightly, and her little face was a little soft and blushing.

He watched her face soften, and his heart relaxed. They had only taken a step in a good direction, and there was no way he could push her out again.

"Would you like to have a son or a daughter?" he laughed, biting the corners of her lips again and again, teasing her.

She nestled there quietly, her eyes like water, looking at him so softly. Two hands grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Talk, or do you want to make a good word together?"

"Where is it so easy?" Xia Yucheng hummed softly in his mouth, "The topic is not nutritious at all. ”

After the words fell, she was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly pushed him away and said, "I'm up, I'm tired!"

She hurriedly stepped off the bamboo step, Feng Hao hurriedly followed, and asked anxiously, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing?"

Looking at her hurried steps, Feng Hao understood that she probably remembered Xia Mingyou's matter, and her heart couldn't help but sink again. The events of that day, if you don't forgive for a day, you will be hurt for a day.

It's easy to say anything when you don't think about it, but when you think about it, it must be difficult to calm down.

Going upstairs and back to the bedroom, Xia Yucheng went straight to the bathroom, Feng Hao was a little irritable, and paced around the room a little restlessly.

"Knock Knock"

After two door rings, it was Aunt Mo's voice: "Mr. Feng, your laptop." ”

"Bring it in!"

The door was gently pushed open, and Aunt Mo took the laptop that Feng Hao had forgotten on the bamboo step into the room.

"Let it go!"

Aunt Mo put down the computer and went out.

Feng Hao picked up the computer, sat on the sofa by the window, and turned on the computer.

After dealing with a few papers, he heard footsteps, Xia Yucheng came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and entered the cloakroom again.

After a while, Xia Yucheng came out in a white lace suspender pajamas, and didn't look at him, only said, "I'll sleep first." ”

Feng Hao raised her head, she had quickly burrowed into the sheet, and covered her head with the sheet. Look at it with your back to him.

"Orange, what's going on with your brother?" Feng Hao had to stiffen her head and find a topic that she was most interested in.

"What can it be?" said the voice from the sheet, with a little helplessness.

Feng Hao put down her laptop, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, gently pulling down the sheets, revealing her red face.

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