Wife does not go on the road: rely on the guardian

Quite a few passers-by passed by, looking at him in such a bewilderment, and looking at Beibei in his arms, they couldn't help being moved, and some even started to help call 120...

"Bei, if you want to live, you must live. You must have at least two children for me, at least two. In that way, the children will not be alone with each other. Our life will definitely be because of the participation of children. , and colorful!"

"cowry……"

Tears, one drop, two drops, three drops...

Sad!That's real heartache! [

Heartache!That was real heartache!

Distressed!That's real distress!

All the tears converged into threads, and all dripped on Beibei's face, washing away the black blood that had almost dried up on her face, and slowly flowing into Beibei's neck, slowly Contaminated on the white gauze...

When did God finally couldn't help it?Have you finally learned how to be sentient?Will cry?

Raindrops, one drop, two drops, three drops... fall down with them!

Obviously it was a sunny day, even though today's weather forecast also said that today is a sunny day, but at this time, God also cried!

Could he finally take it too?Did he finally know how cruel he was?Has he finally tortured enough?

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Look up to the sky!Hugging Beibei, Feng Qianyu screamed heart-piercingly!

not enough!not enough!The happiness between him and Beibei hadn't even started yet, how could he take Beibei away like this?

not enough!not enough!not enough!He still has a lot to say to Beibei, and he still has a lot of repressed feelings towards Beibei that he hasn't released...

"God...ahhh...give her back to me, please give her back to me!"

The rain rose and hit his face, mouth, eyes, arms...

In the same way, the rain kept washing away the black blood on Beibei's body, slapping on her clothes, and slapping on her delicate face. The make-up on her face was smeared, it looked really appropriate... very miserable!appalling...

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(Well, I can stand up and say something weakly, ahem... my mother, is she my mother? Did you cry for you?)