High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

"Is Xiaoshuai feeling sorry for his mother?" Luo Anning looked at his son kissing her with amused expression.

The little guy raised his handsome head, his brows and eyes were curved, and his small mouth opened: "Yeah!"

"Heh..." Luo Anning laughed softly, her heart warmed, she hugged Xiaoshuai in her arms with both hands, lowered her head and kissed him on the cheek again and again: "What a good son of mother! Mom loves you."

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." The little guy kept spitting out Martian language, and it was obvious that he was in a very good mood.

The bedroom door was opened a crack, and Rong Yan leaned against the wall with one hand in his pocket, the words she said in the living room, and the red eyes, were like thorns, deeply pierced into his heart .

He didn't know that she was thinking of the conspiracy jointly designed by Mo Xiyan and Bai Qi. It's not that he doesn't understand the pain in her heart, but sometimes he understands too much, so he blames himself and feels guilty. Open your mouth to comfort.

As a man, he is undoubtedly a failed husband.

He failed to protect her well, allowed her to suffer from such a design, and endured indelible psychological suffering and pain.

He regrets and blames himself, but none of these can save time, and time cannot be turned back.

All he could do was to lead her to look forward, look into the future, and gradually erase that unbearable memory from his mind.

She told Xiaoshuai that Xiaoshuai had a sister or brother before him...

He was inevitably touched, that child who had no chance to be born, isn't it the pain in his heart?

That was their common child that he was looking forward to day and night...

Hearing her faint sobs from inside, Rong Yan stood up abruptly, unable to calm down anymore, his face was full of worry and anxiety.

Not caring much, she pushed open the door and strode in. I really saw her wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hand. Those red eyes and wet eyes made me feel pity for them, and they were so heart-wrenching. There were bursts of tightening, wishing to rub her into his arms and take care of her fiercely.

Rong Yan stood in front of the bed, secretly clenched his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, his face was stiff, and his deep eyes were filled with endless light, as if they were the planets that could not be pryed into.

Luo Anning didn't expect him to come in suddenly, she paused to wipe her tears, and then wiped her eyes angrily, "What are you doing here?!"

"How long are you going to cry if I don't come in?" Rong Yan's tone was low, his thin lips tightly pursed into a line.

"What's your business if I cry about mine? Also, I don't want to see you now, get out!"

"An Ning, don't make trouble. You know I didn't mean that, if I don't love Xiaoshuai..."

Luo Anning pointed at the door with a trembling index finger, turned her face away and said, "I don't want to hear it! Get out!"

Rong Yan frowned, and took a step forward slightly: "An Ning..."

"Get out! No matter how I pamper Xiaoshuai or dote on him, you don't care! My son is mine, so if you don't love me, I will love him!"

After saying these words, they were full of anger and endless grievances, Luo Anning hugged Ruan Ruanxiang's son tightly with one hand, as if it was her last life-saving straw.

The veins on Rong Yan's forehead popped up, but there was nothing he could do about her: "Shut up! I love you!"

After the words fell, he stepped forward and hugged her involuntarily, grabbed the soft lips and ravaged her fiercely, biting, licking, and intertwining his lips and teeth, and hugged the mother and child into his arms, holding them tightly.