Looking at Lu Ming's handsome face, stubble appeared on his chin.

Stretched out his little hand and touched it, and it was a little prickly.

This is the first time that Jingyi people have seen Lu Ming have a beard.

His gaze shifted to his bloodshot and cloudy eyes, but there was a light of pity and excitement, but he was still handsome.

Jing Yiren touched his unparalleled handsome face in distress.

A hoarse voice shouted faintly.

"Uncle~"

"......" Lu Ming held her little face, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and her eyes were filled with joy and peace of mind.

Jing Yiren's thoughts gradually pulled back, and a blank memory just now gradually surfaced in his mind, recovering his .......

"Didn't I get shot and died?"

"......" Lu Ming held her little face against her forehead, and smiled helplessly at the corner of his mouth.

"Fool! We're not dead, we're alive and well. ”

Saying that, Jingyiren held his belly in his small hands: "What about the baby!" ”

"......" Lu Ming's handsome and tired face lowered his eyes and fell into a silent .......

In the half-ringing man's eyes, a hot drop fell on the back of Jing Yiren's little hand.

Shocked, Jing Yiren's little hand trembled, and he lowered his eyes to look at the transparent water on the back of his hand.

Lu Ming's tears, Lu Ming cried?

Jingyi people were suffocated in their hearts, the child is gone?

Jingyiren's heart hurts and she is reluctant, Lu Ming hurts more than her.

At least these days she is in a coma and unaware, but Lu Ming has to bear all this.

Jing Yiren raised her little hand distressedly, and every time she cried, Lu Ming helped her wipe away her tears and comfort her.

No matter how much crying and pain he had, Lu Ming never showed weakness in front of her, and she never comforted him.

The soft fingertips touched Lu Ming's handsome face, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Hooking his neck and pulling him closer, Jing Yiren gently kissed the wet corners of Lu Ming's eyes.

"Uncle! Don't cry! Our baby went to the most beautiful place and we will have children in the future. ”

Jing Yiren's hoarse voice was choked like sandpaper.

She was just as reluctant in her heart, perhaps destined that the child did not belong to them this month.

Lu Ming suddenly hugged Jingyiren tightly into his arms, he knew how much pain she had, but he comforted him.

No mother wants her child to leave .......

At least she is still alive, she is awake, all this is enough for Lu Ming to be glad of.

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The Jingyi people hadn't eaten for many days, and they were so hungry that their stomachs were drumming.

Lu Ming held a bowl of light kelp porridge, scooped it up and brought it to his mouth, blew it gently, and then handed it to Jing Yiren's lips.

Jing Yiren looked at Lu Ming fixedly with a fascinated expression, opened his mouth and ate the porridge he sent.

His eyes were full of happiness and tenderness.

In the cold ward full of disinfectant water, there is Lu Ming's presence, and he is as warm as the sun to illuminate the hearts of Jingyi people.

He has always been so attentive, so considerate, and takes care of her.

Lu Ming scooped another spoonful of porridge to his mouth and blew it gently.

His movements were gentle, as if he had blown vigorously, and the nutrition of the porridge would be blown away.

Sending the spoon to Jing Yiren's small mouth, seeing that she didn't open her mouth, Lu Ming met her eyes and asked softly with concern.

"Unappetizing?"

Jing Yiren shook his head, opened his mouth and took a big mouthful of porridge into his mouth.

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