An hour later, when hove heard the cry of the child, he finally opened the door and broke in!

Cyrils brought the baby to hove, but he didn't pick it up and went straight to the bedside.

When Huowei stood by the bed, he saw that Yan Qingyi's abdomen was full of blood. At this time, Yan Qingyi had lost too much blood, and his face became very pale!

Yan Qingyi on the bed has a lot of breath and little air intake. She lost too much blood because of giving birth to children. In addition, her pelvic cavity is broken and her uterus is broken. Soon, she will die like those women of the augustian family!

"What's going on?" Howie pointed to the pool of blood, his face was very ugly, although he had guessed, but he still refused to believe what he saw.

"Duke, Xiaoya she..." Then, if cyrils didn't say it all, hove understood what it meant.

He sat on the bed, holding Yan Qingyi's hand, looking at her, his heart was really extremely painful.

Howie has never regretted doing anything, but now, he regrets that the woman in front of him has given birth to him!

Had known that she would not survive like those women, he should not have promised her to have a child with her to play!

"Xiao Ya." Huo Wei looks at her affectionately, in the red eye son, reflected a piece of pain.

"Dear I'm leaving Sorry, for a long time, I can't With you, I hope you Take care of our children, she... "

Yan Qingyi words have not finished, closed his eyes.

Howie's heart tightened. He leaned over to hold her in his arms and choked.

Joan opened the door and came in. When he heard hovie crying with Xiaoya's body in his arms, he knew what had happened.

The child was still crying, and cyrils took it out so that the child would not disturb them.

Joan left the room with cyrils.

"Boy or girl?" Joan suddenly asked cyrils, his voice, a little hoarse.

"Girl." Cyrus returned.

"Girl..." Joan looked ahead at the green forest. In the distance, there were endless mountains.

No one thought that such an unfortunate thing would happen to Xiao Ya.

……

After burying Xiao Ya's body with Western funerals, he would visit her tombstone almost every day.

When she returned home in the evening, Joan brought her baby. Howie didn't even look at her. It seemed that hovie had not seen her since the baby was born.

Because hovie hated the child. If it wasn't for her, Xiaoya would not have died.

On two occasions, hove even tried to kill the child, but he couldn't because it was his and Xiaoya's children.

The child's name hasn't been chosen, because he doesn't even look at her.

Tonight, Joan took the baby to hove's room again, and when he saw him sitting in front of the window sill drinking, he went to him.

"This is a girl. You have to name her."

"Take whatever you like."

His voice, without any liveliness, sounded dead.

"If Xiaoya is still there, I hope you can give her a name. What's more, hove, Xiaoya is dead. You have to recognize this fact and take good care of you and her children. "

"It's called Auguste Burnside ya. " Looking at the moonlight outside, Huowei has a far-reaching vision and is full of missing Xiao Ya.

Joan a Leng, nodded and said: "good."

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