Lu Hanting didn't look at Li Yanran, he didn't have any eye wind at all, his deep narrow eyes just fell on Xia Xiwan's palm-sized little face, looking at her quietly, his eyes were as dark as deep.

"Brother Hanting, what I said is true, all of this was done by Xia Xiwan, and she also snatched my mobile phone in the bathroom and made a call to someone else!" Li Yanran said emotionally.

Lu Hanting didn't have any emotional waves, he still looked at Xia Xiwan and lifted his thin lips, "Who did you call?" ”

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

"Liar! Brother Hanting, don't believe Xia Xiwan, she's lying to you! ”

Lu Hanting held her cold little hand, "Wanwan, I still believe you." ”

I believe in you.

These three words exploded in Li Yanran's ears, and she looked at Lu Hanting in disbelief, "Brother Hanting, what kind of ecstasy soup did Xia Xiwan give you, you don't even have the most basic judgment, it's her, it's really her who got down by herself, she killed your child with her own hands!" ”

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

With a "snap", the wooden chair shattered.

No one saw how Lu Hanting moved, and in the blink of an eye, Lu Hanting had already gotten up, ghostly pulled out the weapon on Chongwen's waist, and he pressed the black hole against Li Yanran's forehead.

Li Yanran collapsed on the ground, as the richest daughter, it was the first time she was resisted like this.

The entrance to the cave is cold.

As long as he moved lightly, bang, her little life was gone.

"Cold... Brother Chilling... Don't get excited..."

Li Yanran looked at the man in front of him tremblingly, Lu Hanting stood in front of her with a long body as jade, the green tendons on his forehead jumped, his dark eyes were full of gloomy red blood, he stared at her fiercely, terrifying like Yama from hell.

Li Yanran didn't know which sentence she said wrong, the child was gone, and a man like Lu Hanting, who was in a deep position and immersed in power, would not show too much emotion no matter how heartbroken he was, he controlled it very well.

But now, he's like a demon.

Which of her words just now stimulated him?

Is that the sentence, is it that she said that Xia Xiwan killed their children with her own hands?

Li Yanran knew, he was very concerned, he was very, very concerned in his heart.

Lu Hanting's narrow eyes were blood-red, and he stared at Li Yanran's delicate little face fiercely, "From now on, you'd better keep your mouth shut, if you can't control your mouth, then I can only help you, so that you will never be speechless." ”

"Brother Han Ting, you..." Li Yanran really never thought that one day Brother Han Ting would do something to her, she didn't believe it, she really didn't believe it.

At this time, a beautiful voice came from his ears, "I'm tired, let her out." ”

Xia Xiwan spoke.

Li Yanran felt that the cold hole on her forehead was slowly evacuating, and Lu Hanting let her go, "Take her down first." ”

"Yes." Chongwen took Li Yanran down.

Li Yanran looked at Xia Xiwan when she was leaving, Xia Xiwan's cold and indifferent gaze also fell on her face, and she saw Xia Xiwan hook her red lips as if she didn't have anything.

Li Yanran's hands and feet were cold, she still didn't know what Xia Xiwan was thinking, it all seemed to be just the beginning.

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

Lu Hanting walked over, he lowered his eyes and kissed her forehead, kissing her over and over again, "Wanwan, go to sleep, I will always be with you." ”

Xia Xiwan didn't respond, she closed her eyes gently.

……

Late at night, Xia Xiwan was sleeping in a daze, when her little hand was cold, and something was stuffed.

The slender Yujie shuddered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

There was a little bigger porcelain figure in his palm, three little porcelain figures were holding hands, and he was holding a small baby between him and her.

The porcelain people are not exquisite, he carved it with a knife, he did it for the first time, he had no experience, it was a little boy, born like Xia Xiwan.

This is his imaginary son.

He thinks the child in her womb is a son.

Sons are like her.

"I gave it to you, and I will always wear it on my body in the future."

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

He turned, walked over to the couch, and lay down.

Xia Xiwan looked at the little porcelain man in her hand, the little hand under the nest moved down little by little, and fell on her flat lower abdomen, her clear pupils overflowed with the softness of maternal love and a touch of joy, her baby...

This night, Xia Xiwan didn't sleep steadily, because the man on the sofa opposite hadn't closed his eyes, he was looking at her, looking deeply...

……