649 Be His Woman 11 Above Board

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"Less? Isn't my father just because the child in Lulu's belly is gone, and now he doesn't support me like he did at the beginning? It's no wonder that Yin Rong is not worried about entrusting her daughter to me, for fear that an accident will harm her daughter in the future! Now their worries have come true, and the speed at which the father turns his face and denies people makes which father dare to marry his daughter to me! ”

After Leng Ye finished speaking, he realized that his tone was too heavy and his mood was depressed, so he walked away and went to restrain his emotions alone.

The president's wife looked at her son's back as he left angrily, and glanced at her husband: "Look at you, what are you doing when you have nothing to say, can't you say it tactfully?" Someone else's family is doing a funeral. ”

Everyone understands that the two families were willing to sit down calmly and talk about the two children, considering the child in her belly, and now that the child is gone, if it really rises to a matter of principle, it is no wonder that her husband and Yin Rong have become hesitant with each other.

Tong Lu knelt in front of the mourning hall for several hours, her legs were numb, and at some point, there were fewer people who came and went to mourn, Yin Zhan saw that she was secretly moving her knees, and knew that she couldn't support it.

He is a man whose legs are so sore that he can't stand up, let alone her. "You go upstairs and find a room to rest, the people here are almost here, and the room where I changed clothes yesterday is my reserved room here."

"Hmm."

Tong Lu didn't succeed, her hands were on the ground, and she couldn't hold it up after several times, but her body was suddenly pulled down.

As soon as she raised her eyes, there was no one around, and her fingers touched, but they touched Leng Yejin's thighs.

She took a long breath, such a solemn place, fortunately she knew that Leng Ye would be invisible, otherwise she really had to suspect that she had hit a ghost, just that second she was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat, and was carried out of the mourning hall by Leng Ye, came to the room on the second floor, and finally saw her handsome.

"The next time you're invisible, can you say hello to me? Otherwise, I'll be scared to death by you. ”

Leng Yejin put her on the sofa, squatted down, and rubbed her knees with his big palm: "Does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt to have a futon under the legs, but it's very numb, don't touch it, if you touch it, I can't stand it."

Leng Yejin was still not at ease, and carefully rolled up her trouser leg to check, making sure that her knees were only a little red before relieving her heart.

Tong Lu propped up the sofa with both hands, screaming numbly, and glanced at her in the cold night, commenting: "It's like killing a pig." ”

"It's not good for you to suffer, I'm not a lark. Don't touch it, let me slow down......"

"Move twice more to let the blood flow and it won't be numb."

Leng Yejin took her leg in his hand and moved it twice, and now what he heard in his ears was not the sound of killing pigs, it was more ugly than the sound of killing pigs, but he laughed, so bad that he was terrible: "It is said that people with ugly voices have beautiful voices, and people with ugly voices are good-looking, I believe it now." ”

"Do you praise me or scold me?"

Tong Lu glared at him, this man was simply not human, and they all told him not to touch it. "I'm doing it myself."

She slowly moved her legs and lifted her legs, and after a long time, the soreness and numbness on her legs dissipated, and then looked at his face obviously much better: "Has Shanshan been crying these days?" ”

"That child was raised by you to be very sensible, quirky when he should make trouble, and more sensible than adults when he should be well-behaved."

He raised his hand and rubbed her head, a pair of deep eyes stared at her for a moment, ambiguous, a little more profound: "Do you miss me?" ”