This is the third day, Lin Qingqing is sitting at the window, looking at the outside world through this small boxy window.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and this old building exudes a sweltering summer heat. Just sitting at the window for a while, Lin Qingqing felt sweaty.

Outside the window is a vast wasteland, a place that was said to be developed in the early years, but somehow, all the residents were relocated, but it was not developed.

So now, right in front of this very old building is a wasteland. Lin Qingqing smiled self-deprecatingly, she didn't even bother to call for help.

In such a place, if she chooses to shout loudly to get the attention of others, it is completely impossible. It's not good, she hasn't been rescued yet, but she was discovered by the people below first.

In order to keep a closer look at her, Lin Yan deployed a number of men in black suits downstairs. Lin Qingqing thought that she would only see this kind of scene in this life when she rescued Ou Yuanlan in Australia, but she didn't expect that she would see it again now.

The sun scorched the wasteland as if it could smoke it, and the brown soil was dried up and turned into a whiteish cement shape.

Along this wasteland, Lin Qingqing's gaze drifted away. She stroked the child in her belly, and began to miss Ou Yuanlan in her heart.

I don't know how he's doing now, I don't know if he's worried about himself. I hadn't seen him for three whole days, and Lin Qingqing's eyes were full of worry.

She sighed, maybe it was the so-called karma. Because Ou Yuanlan collapsed Lin Yan's company, he kidnapped himself.

However, this is only the most superficial reason, and the deeper reason Lin Qingqing still does not know. Those things about the past are simply a knot in his heart, it torments Lin Yan day and night, and never makes him relax for a moment.

And it was precisely because of this high-intensity tension that his nerve was finally broken, and the whole person fell into a state of panic.

The root cause of this state of affairs is not someone else, but himself. His cocooning is self-contained, the depression in his heart that never dissipates, and his paranoid thoughts.

In fact, Lin Qingqing didn't know whether he should hate Lin Yan or thank him. In the river that day, when she was lonely, frightened and even desperate, he took her back to the world. And now, it is he who pushes himself into hell with his own hands.

At noon, it was Lin Qingqing's daily lunchtime. If it weren't for the fact that the door to the small room was opened, she wouldn't even know what time it was.

"How are you?" After seeing that the person who came was the person who had appeared in the hospital and claimed to be her biological mother, Lin Qingqing's face immediately changed.

The still unkempt little curls drooped haphazardly on the face, and the extremely ill-fitting work clothes were worn loosely on the body. With a sallow face and a pair of chaotic eyes, he kept rubbing his hands, and his lips trembled slightly.

It was a long time before the woman spoke. "It's Lin Yan who asked me to take care of you." She said tremblingly, for fear that saying a wrong word would make Lin Qingqing unhappy. But she didn't know that her appearance had already made Lin Qingqing angry.

"No, I don't." Lin Qingqing replied coldly. "I've never needed your care, I didn't need it before, and I don't need it now."

Since having a child, Lin Qingqing has become more aware of the importance of the role of mother. In order to be a good mother, in addition to enduring the top labor pains, you also have to pay money, time, and love. And the woman in front of her, she just gave birth to herself, and she is completely unworthy of being called a mother.

Seeing her excited look, the woman cowered and retreated to the door. She drooped her eyelids and glanced at Lin Qingqing with a hint of afterglow.

There will be many ways for parents and children in the world to get along before, loving each other, or loving and killing each other. But there has never been a kind of intense to this point, and every meeting is torture for each other.

"If you still want the baby in your belly, you're going to have to let me take care of it." Waiting for Lin Qingqing's temper to calm down a little, the woman spoke.

Although she was not a good mother before, she knew too well how important this child was to Lin Qingqing. So she had no choice but to make this decision.

This sentence is really useful, as soon as he mentioned his child, Lin Qingqing immediately lost his spirit. What else can she find fault with now, she has been imprisoned in this kind of place, and she is still delusional about pretending to be high.

Time seems to have frozen, and the two so-called mother and daughter are stranger than any stranger. After a long time, Lin Qingqing got up from the sofa by the window, and then walked to the door and picked up the lunch box.

For the sake of the child in her belly, she has to eat, she has to recuperate, and she has to have enough strength to wait for Ou Yuanlan to take her home. So until then, she doesn't have any qualifications to be picky.

Watching Lin Qingqing open the lunch box and start gobbling it up, the woman showed a relieved smile. She knew that her approach had finally worked.

After eating a few bites, Lin Qingqing's morning sickness reaction came up. She quickly threw the lunch box on the cupboard, then leaned on the window and vomited.

"Give." The woman handed her a glass of water.

I wanted to push it away in disgust, but her hand was halfway out, and she took it anyway. She almost forgot that she wasn't qualified to be picky now.

After rinsing his mouth, Lin Qingqing handed the cup back to the woman. The moment she looked down, she saw the scar on the woman's forehead. This must have been left behind when she knocked this man down in the hospital that day.

picked up the lunch box again, but Lin Qingqing's eyes always had the appearance of that scar. She is not hard-hearted after all, even in the face of people who abandoned her, she still can't be cold-eyed.

"The wound on the forehead that day...... Okay? She looked at the food in the lunch box and asked seemingly nonchalantly.

It didn't seem to be supposed to be here, and the woman turned her head to look at her with a strange gaze, as if she had been frightened by something. "Oh...... All right......" she stammered in reply.

"Prepare some dishes that are good for pregnant women, you eat more." After explaining the way, the woman walked out.

The door of the small room was closed again, and Lin Qingqing was holding the lunch box, and the food was tasteless. Tears rolled down her eyes, mingling with the food in her lunch box.

Through a door, the woman's gaze was also a little glazed. She looked at the diagnosis in her hand, and a look of pain appeared on her face.

If it's really ruthless, forget it, she can still do it ruthlessly. But Lin Qingqing's sudden question made her panic.