The little girl didn't say anything, all her attention seemed to be on the toy in her hand, and she even opened her small mouth with only a few small front teeth to bite.

A child who is more than a year old does like to stuff everything into his mouth, An Qing is no longer surprised, instinctively grabbed her little hand, and then took out a small handkerchief from her bag.

"Baby, don't put it in your mouth, there are a lot of small insects on it, and it will hurt in your stomach when you eat it."

The child looked at her as if he didn't understand, his long eyelashes fluttering, his eyes dark and shining, and his expression was the same as that of a little bean sprout.

For a moment, An Qing almost felt the urge to carry her home.

But it was just a thought, because a woman rushed over and took the child in her arms.

The bottom of her hand was empty, and An Qing's eyes also darkened, and she felt a sense of loss inexplicably.

"Pudding, you're running around again, it's not for you to stay obedient." The sound of the woman's falling voice wafted overhead, the normal blame of a mother for a naughty child.

An Qing had no choice but to stand up and look at the woman who appeared in front of her.

The name pudding is also quite cute.

"You're her mother?" She smiled and complimented: "Your daughter is so beautiful." ”

"Thank you."

Pudding's mother is a woman in her early thirties, with good facial features, carrying a backpack, dressed very casually, she pressed the little pudding in front of her, Anqing couldn't see the familiar little face, and the loss in her heart was even worse.

Although it was only a glimpse, she was impressed by this girl who looked exactly like the little bean sprouts.

She took out her mobile phone and asked politely: "Pudding mother, I like your daughter very much, is it convenient to add a WeChat?" I have a daughter who looks a lot like yours. ”

"You're a star, aren't you?" The woman looked at her and asked.

An Qing is usually very low-key, and she may have denied it before, but at this time, she was very happy that the other party could recognize her, but unexpectedly saw the woman shaking her head apologetically: "I'm sorry, I never chase stars." ”

So she was directly disliked and then ruthlessly rejected?

An Qing was stunned, and the woman smiled at her again, and quickly walked away with the child in her arms.

She was stunned, but she shook her head with a wry smile, and continued to choose a gift, remembering that the toy that the child had taken a fancy to just now, so she also bought the same one for the little bean sprouts.

It's already evening when I get home, but the whole family is waiting for her, and the family is like this, and it was an hour after distributing the gifts, and she looked at the little bean sprouts holding the new toy when her eyes were slightly wrong, and the girl she saw in the afternoon came to mind, and she was also so happy little look, the corners of her mouth were slightly grinning, revealing two small front teeth that were shiny.

Suddenly regretted not insisting on Pudding's mother's call.

When she returned to her bedroom, she sat down on the dresser chair and sighed comfortably: "It's still comfortable at home." ”

Fu Mochuan walked behind her funny and pinched her shoulders casually: "Tired, aren't you?" ”

"It's fine." His fingertips were slender and powerful, and the kneading force was neither light nor heavy, and she lifted her face slightly comfortably, and leaned her head back to rest on him affectionately.

The man's fingertips continued to exert force, and after a few heavy blows, An Qing snorted.

"Alright, I'll go take a shower."

Feeling that the man's palm was getting more and more out of proportion, she smiled and pinched it, and the two of them snuggled in the mirror, and the man's face leaned down, covering the woman's.

"I'll help you." A low-magnetic voice came out.

"No, I don't."

After a long time, An Qing's face was re-revealed, her cheeks were already crimson, her beautiful eyes were half-squinted, and her voice was a little panting, of course, the man ignored her refusal, An Qing let out a low breath, was picked up by him, and turned around and walked to the bathroom.

Anyway, it was already like this, she hooked him with her backhand, leaned against the side of his neck and asked, "Are the children good?" ”

"Hmm."

"What about you?"

The man smiled and gagged her lips again: "What do you say? ”

She smiled and dodged, looking at the man's well-defined outline, saying that her daughter was like her father, and the little bean sprouts were really similar to him, looking at it, her thoughts somehow turned to the pudding she met today, and a sentence rushed out: "By the way, husband, are we really a son?" ”

Fu Mochuan was stunned, probably asked by her brainless words, An Qing hooked his neck and said: "I saw a little girl today, who looks exactly like a little bean sprout, do you think it could be that the doctor made a mistake, in fact, we gave birth to two daughters?" ”

Speaking of the thin streamer that flickered in her eyes later, it would be nice if the child who looked exactly like the little bean sprouts was her daughter.

Even after a year, Lang Yan's death is still a bloody wound, even if it heals, it still hurts his heart at the slightest touch.

Seeing her little hope, Fu Mochuan's dark eyes also flashed, and he lowered his head and pressed her lips: "Do you want to have another daughter?" ”

“……”

Not only did he say that, but he also showed his seriousness with his actions.

An Qing was speechless, including her strange little thoughts, and the sound of each other's gradually increasing breathing was also thrown out of the clouds, and in the quiet room, there was only the sound of each other's gradually increasing breathing.

There was a sound of the bathroom door being slammed shut, and then it didn't open it again for a long, long time.

This matter was temporarily put on the back of An Qing's mind, until a week later she went to Kuncheng again and remembered again, looking at the beautiful city around her, she secretly made up her mind that if she met Pudding's mother and daughter again this time, she must leave her contact information.

There was also Ye Jin who came with him this time, but the two didn't set off together, Ye Jin is now a veritable traffic niche, the notice is very tight, and it is not easy for An Qing to see him.

He came to Kuncheng this time to participate in a brand promotion activity, and after An Qing learned about it, he invited him to play a cameo role in his crew, and Ye Jin naturally agreed.

It was already evening when he arrived at the crew after the commercial performance, but fortunately the shooting was fast, An Qing couldn't help but praise when he watched from the sidelines, "Xiao Jin, if you don't see you for a day, it's like three autumns, your acting skills are getting better and better." ”

"Sister, don't make fun of me." Ye Jin smiled lightly.

"I'm serious, alas, I haven't acted in a long time, and I almost forgot that I was an actor." An Qing looked at the camera and sighed, thinking of her former dream, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Sister, can you go back to your old business, how about cooperating with me?" Ye Jin kindly proposed.

She blinked, and it sounded good, but the rivalry was probably impossible, and it should be possible to play the role of sister and brother in her true colors.

It was not early for the two to eat, and Ye Jin stayed in the hotel provided by the crew in the evening, not far from An Qing's room.

An Qing was lying on the bed and talking to Fu Mochuan after washing, chatting when she heard a knock on the door outside.

"You'll wait." She pinched her phone and walked to the door and asked, "Who?" ”

"Room service."

An Qing was a little puzzled, she didn't order room service, but she didn't think much about it, she said to Fu Mochuan, and cut off the video casually.

There was a woman dressed as a waitress standing outside the door, pushing a dining cart in her hand, her head was lowered and she couldn't see her face clearly, she didn't care, she stood on the side of the door and asked, "You are mistaken, I didn't order room service." ”

"Mr. Ye ordered it for you." The woman said in a low voice.

Mr. Ye, Ye Jin?

This kid treats her as a pig, we just had dinner together, An Qing smiled, dodged to let the woman in, and at the same time found Ye Jin's number on the mobile phone, just pressed the dial button, and reached out from behind with a hand to cover her mouth and nose.

There was a pungent smell between breaths, and with a bang, the phone fell to the floor.

She hadn't been in a coma for long, and when she woke up with water, she found herself thrown in the corner of the bed, and the waiter sat beside her with an expressionless face.

"Who are you?"

She moved her hands and feet, her hands twisted and tied to the bed frame, and she looked at the little cable tie on her ankle, which looked thin but tighter than a rope, and squeezed deep into her skin with a slight movement.

"Guess what?" The waiter spoke again, her eyes moving in a familiar low female voice.

Looking carefully, the waiter is not young, her facial features are very delicate, she must have been a beauty when she was young, but the thick anger between her eyebrows destroys her beauty, giving people a very gloomy feeling.

"You're Mrs. White?" It dawned on her.

Mrs. White pulled her lips and smiled, but did not speak, obviously acquiescing.

Knowing that it was her, An Qing sighed instead: "Great, you're not dead yet." ”

"Disappointed, huh?"

Mrs. White said coldly: "You still have five minutes, or less, in a few minutes the sheet under you will spontaneously combust and the fire will be thrown very fiercely, it is a pity that you slept too soundly at the time of the accident, and it depends on your creation whether you live or die." ”

As she spoke, An Qing noticed that the corner of the sheet was smoking, and it was spreading outward at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, she didn't see a spark, but at this speed, it would soon turn into a raging fire.

There was also a smell of burnt paste in her nose at the same time, and she moved the arm tied behind her, which was very tight, let alone five minutes, and she might not be able to break free for another fifty minutes.

It was too late, and the sheets under her feet had burned a big black hole, and An Qing stared at the rapidly spreading ignition point, her heart was full of anxiety.

She didn't want to die, she had a husband and children she loved dearly, and she didn't want to die so tragically.

"You're mistaken, your husband's child's death has nothing to do with my husband," she shrank back to the side of the bed and yelled at Mrs. White, "I sympathize with your plight, but you can't kill indiscriminately." ”

"Killing people indiscriminately?" Mrs. White smiled contemptuously: "What murderer would admit his guilt?" I'm also doing the right thing for heaven. ”

her way to heaven!

"You stop, we can sit down and talk about anything, what can you solve if you kill me?" An Qing glared at her, as if she heard a soft pop, and the flames finally burst out.

Mrs. White then rose, glancing at the flames, a wicked smile on her lips.

"Talk?" She smiled: "When you die, I will have a good talk with your husband." ”

The firelight surged under her eyes, and An Qing glared at her, as if she saw the grim smile.