Chapter Two Thousand and Thirty-Two The Price of a Slap

"Little master!" The shadow saw that the situation was not right, and stopped the exit.

"And you!" Xiao Yechen's transparent gaze ignited with black ice flames, sarcastically: "You have said so many times that you will always be with me, but when I need you the most, you are not ......"

The shadow was speechless.

Ye Yan propped up the head of the bed with his hand and explained with tears in his eyes: "Xiao Jiu...... That's not true...... Your mommy loves you so much......"

Xiao Yechen's dark night eyes revealed boundless darkness at this moment, and the little child seemed to have a pair of satanic wings behind him, red lips, cold, and cold: "I hate the most...... That's her!"

Fear welled up in Ye Yan's clear eyes.

She looked at this child tremblingly, never knowing clearly as at this moment that the former Xiao Jiu would never go back......

Her stomach hurt so much that she could barely hold the head of the bed, Ye Yan gasped, her face pale: "Yi Sa......"

The shadow sensed that something was wrong with her breath and immediately supported her: "Miss Yan! ”

Yi Sa rushed in from outside the door, and at a glance saw that Ye Yan's nightdress was dyed red, his pupils suddenly shrank into a small dot, and he didn't have time to ask anything, so he picked up Ye Yan and went straight downstairs.

There were only two people left in the room, Xiao Yechen and Shadow.

The shadow said, "If something happens to Miss Yan and those two children......"

Xiao Yechen closed his long eyelashes, and his tone was very light: "The man I call Dad will definitely not let me go." ”

"What I want to say is......" The shadow paused, "Don't you feel sorry for the heartache?" Those two children who have not yet been born, you said that you want to marry Eno as a wife......"

"But that woman also said that it is impossible in this life."

Xiao Yechen lifted the quilt and walked barefoot to the balcony, the night breeze was very cool, and the lights of the entire Qin family's mansion were lit up one after another, and the panicked scene was much more than the movement during the day.

Xiao Yechen looked up at the dark blue sky, starry, he found the brightest one, his dark eyes were cold and bewitching: "Qinghuan...... Only you will not leave me ......"

……

When Ye Weilan slept until the middle of the night, he suddenly sweated profusely.

Qi Ye's long eyelashes were lifted with a "brush", and he sat up: "Lan ......"

Ye Weilan closed her eyes tightly, tears rolled down in large pieces, she covered her heart and rolled on the bed, crying and shouting: "Brother Ye Bing...... I hurt ...... I hurt ......."

Her whole body curled up in pain, Qi Ye quickly called the doctor, took her into his arms, patted her back, and comforted her softly: "Lan, relax......"

Ye Weilan didn't wake up, he seemed to be caught in some kind of nightmare, his expression was frightened, and he cried "Little Jiu......"

Doctors couldn't find anything wrong with her.

Qi Ye wanted to forcibly wake her up, but was stopped by the doctor.

"When a person has nightmares, if an external force suddenly intervenes, it may cause greater stimulation to her spirit, this is how many soul loss disorders come about, the young lady's spirit is already very fragile now, young master, let the young lady continue to sleep."

The doctor leaves.

Qi Ye hugged Ye Weilan into her arms, she sat on his waist with her legs crossed, her cheek resting on his heart, with tears in her eyes, calling "Xiao Jiu......

Such a sad voice, a desperate heartache, a sad voice......

Qi Ye felt pain in his heart when he heard it.

She had her son in her dreams.

Her son may be suffering in some way.

That's why it's so sad, so hysterical......