Yiwen ran with all her strength, until all that was left in her ears was the sound of the wind howling.

This time she was going out, and it was rare that the bodyguard at the door of Shen's house did not stop her.

Xu saw Shen Xichen's permissive eyes through the floor-to-ceiling window of the room.

It was late at night, and there was only the sound of Yijing running on the flat and wide road in the middle of the mountain, and the cold night wind wiped all the tears on her face, leaving only two faintly visible tear stains.

Running and running, Yijing suddenly stopped, unable to stand under the street lamp with the swaying goose yellow light, looked around, and found that she was lost.

Maybe it's because of the night, Yijing actually found herself lost in this familiar city. For the first time, she felt that the city, the people here, were a little unfamiliar.

Calming down, Yijing hugged her arms, leaned against the lamppost, and took a large deep breath, with a little sobbing and a little sadness.

Even if you get lost, it's better than living that shameless life in the Shen family!

How much courage did she have just now to listen to Shen Xichen's words that killed her self-esteem so calmly. He can insult her, and he can do everything he can to make her have a bad time. But how can it be said that being understood by her is an insult?

This sentence was like a basin of ice water, splashed hard at Yijing's face, so that she had no time to escape, her whole body was wet, and the ice into the bone marrow trapped her in place, Shen Xichen's words turned into a cage on her own, locking her inside, unable to find a way to escape.

Because of the running just now, there was a slight pain in his right foot, and he limped on, unwilling to stop in the middle of the mountain, where his breath still remained.

Walking out of his shijie, she Han Yijing will never try to understand him again.

Aimlessly followed a road in front of him, and walked to the city.

Even though it was late at night, the streets were still crowded and noisy. The wide road is filled with stalls of all kinds, shouting at the crowds along the road. The tall buildings on both sides flashed with enchanting lights, jumping on this small road. Occasionally, a bicycle passes by, and the crowd just gives way to a small path for him to pass.

This was once a night market where Yi Jing dragged her friends countless times, and now, she was the only one left standing alone in the rush of people. Behind him was a lonely silhouette, silently following Yijing.

This place is so noisy, so noisy that Yijing can't concentrate on hearing a sentence, the lights here are so bright, but they can't illuminate Yijing's heart as brightly.

It seems that she is a person who is out of the way, as if she has never existed here, in the huge night market, the figure of Yi Jing walking independently is so out of place, low-key and unnoticeable.

In a trance, he walked to the door of a hotel, paused in his footsteps, and stepped into the door.

It's late, tired, sleepy, she doesn't think about herself, she has to think about the child in her belly.

It's a big deal to pave a life path for her with her own hands in the future, Han Yijing can't rely on others forever, now and in the future, her children will rely on her.

Since it is a fact, since it is a life, it is accepted with peace.

The hotel is very quiet, and when you walk in, the noise in your ears disappears immediately.

There was a man and woman in front of the counter who had reserved a room, and after hearing that there were many rooms left tonight, my uneasy heart calmed down a little.

It's good to hide in your room, so that you don't run into someone you shouldn't bump into when you go out.

Clumsily walked to the counter, and a couple of men and women beside her immediately shifted their eyes to Yi's body.

"Huh! Isn't that the daughter of the Han family? The woman with heavy makeup glanced at Yi Jing and whispered to the man beside him.

It's whispering, but every word they say can be heard by Yi'an.

"I didn't expect to be down-and-out to live in a hotel, I should be homeless like this."

"Maybe I made an appointment with some unclean person, but I didn't expect that Han Yijing, who looked innocent and generous before, was so vicious, and she killed her adoptive father when she saw that it was not pleasing to the eye."

"Be quiet, I don't know how she covered it up now, maybe she has a godfather."

Then there was a burst of shrill laughter, "It's a shame that when you saw her before, your eyes were full of hearts, but this person's heart can't be seen by appearance!" ”

Yi Jing's eyes flashed with cold light on the two people, and she pursed her lips to resist the urge to scold.

But the two men were not afraid of her, and after glancing at her contemptuously, they turned away with their room cards in their hands.

Youyou's mouth, she has always been unstoppable, even if the Qing person is self-purifying, a person has no money power, and can only be despised.

Sighing, she looked at the lady at the counter, "Give me a normal room." ”

"Sorry, we don't have a room here." The counter lady said without even raising her head.

"But you just ......"

When I was at the door, I heard her complaining loudly that there were too many rooms left.

"No, no, we who do small business, let you go, please."

The disdainful tone made Yi Wei run away.

Then I went to ask a few more hotels, but all of them refused to take her in.

I didn't have enough money on me to offer twice the price, so I had to be kicked out of the door as a broom star.

Unconsciously, he wandered into a silent path, and except for the occasional passing car, Yijing seemed to be looking for no one.

Looking at my watch, no wonder it was so late.

There happened to be a bench on the side of the street, so Yi Jing went over to rest.

The bench was a little dirty, it looked like no one had sat on it for a long time, and Yijing, who couldn't find anything to wipe the chair, had to sit on it, but she still didn't dare to put the weight of her whole body on it.

There is a small park opposite the bench, and the seclusion and no one makes Yijing tremble.

Occasionally, a night breeze blows, rustling the leaves on the roadside and in the park, and the tiny trunks bend in an eerie arc.

Yijing, who was sitting in the chair, folded her hands, sighed to the middle, rubbed it gently, and covered her stomach.

It was so cold, Yi's first reaction was to be afraid that the little guy inside would be cold, even though she knew that nothing would happen to her.

I don't know when Yijing will care about her stomach. Every morning, I would observe how much my belly was bigger, and from time to time I would put my hands on it, wanting to know how the little guy was doing in his belly.

It was her child, the flesh that grew on her!

When Yi's motherhood was in full play, a black hand slapped her on the shoulder.