Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

Song wanwei looked at the sky and Yan Qing. For a long time, she replied, "he said uncle is good."

Yan Qing's eyes relaxed, carried Ruan Tingchen on her back, and looked at Song wanwei. Her eyes were full of exploration, but then she cooperated very well: "the baby told her uncle when she could finish chatting with her mother? Her mother was very tired and her mother was injured."

Song wanwei shook her head slightly and looked down at herself. During her absence, Ruan Tingchen directly crossed Yan Qing and held song wanwei down from the windowsill.

Song wanwei reacted instantly and seemed to want to climb on the windowsill again. When Ruan Tingchen realized song wanwei's intention, his anger that had not dissipated was completely inspired. He looked at the people around the door and walked to the door. With a bang, he closed the door tightly.

Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the onlookers scattered and went to do their own things.

"Excuse me, Mr. Yan. My wife and I have something to say."

Ruan Tingchen's departure order was so frightened that he never hesitated. Whether Yan Qing had just helped song wanwei stabilize her mood or not.

"Calm down."

Yan Qing is very worried, but he has no position. In his feelings, he is most afraid of paying and waiting without position. As he is now, it is clear that the person doesn't understand her and doesn't love her. He can only watch her struggle in the sea of suffering of his choice and can't take her away.

It is a luxury for Yan Qing to lose both in the love of others. He is willing to pay, and even doesn't ask for return, but he can't exchange song wanwei's own happiness.

"Do you want to cooperate?"

Yesterday, Liu Zhen's words reappeared in Yan Qing's ears. He shook his head, patted his head hard and scolded himself: "Yan Qing, what are you thinking and what's the difference between you and Liu Zhen now?"

"What are you doing up there?"

Ruan Tingchen's eyes were scarlet, as if song wanwei was no longer a person or his prey, but an enemy waiting for an opportunity to escape, which made Ruan Tingchen gnash her teeth. Song wanwei looked at Ruan Tingchen's eyes and stepped back: "my baby called me just now."

Song wanwei spoke in a small voice. She didn't dare to look at Ruan Tingchen's eyes, and even shrank from time to time. Ruan Tingchen looked at it. First, she tightly locked the door above the window, and then approached the place where song wanwei stood: "what baby? Open your eyes and see where there is a baby?"

Ruan Tingchen pressed song wanwei's head and let her face stick tightly to the window. He deliberately increased his strength, as if to revenge her. He let him immerse himself in worry for so long, but the strength was just right, so as not to hurt song wanwei.

When the warm skin and the cold glass were closely close together, song wanwei felt that her heart was completely cooled by the glass. The only body temperature was transmitted on such a non conductor, which was destined not to reach Ruan Tingchen's ears, which Ruan Tingchen couldn't understand all her life.

"Look."

Song wanwei reluctantly stretched out her hand, facing the sun, facing the clouds next to the sun, and opening her mouth to the fresh green on the top of the tree: "it's my child, it's my child, it's also my child."

"Wake up!"

Ruan Tingchen's eyes are full of water, which is rare for outsiders, even song wanwei: "no children! He has disappeared. He has gone where he should go. You're useless now. He can't come back!"

Ruan Tingchen's heartache can't be felt by others. People who are not good at writing emotions on their faces and mouths suffer a lot in these things. Others will say, you see, I'll say he's a cold-blooded and ruthless person. Otherwise, why can't he feel bad without children.

Only Ruan Tingchen knew that he could not sleep at night. Even when he closed his eyes, he fantasized about the child who had not seen the world. He must be very much like song wanwei. His big eyes are full of stubbornness, but every time he thinks of song wanwei, Ruan Tingchen's heart hurts more. No one is allowed to be less in his fragmented world.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Song wanwei turned back and pushed song wanwei away with her greatest strength. Because of her calf fracture, song wanwei couldn't stand stably, let alone push away an adult man with all her strength!

"No!"

Song wanwei fell to the ground and even Ruan Tingchen heard a dull sound, but song wanwei seemed to be unaware of it. In the twinkling of an eye, she saw the pillow on the hospital bed, quickly held it in her arms and showed it to Ruan Tingchen: "Look, as like as two peas, this is my child. You see, his eyes, eyebrows, nose and mouth are the same as mine. He has nowhere else to go. He should stay in my arms. You are a bad guy!"

Ruan Tingchen's tears finally couldn't help but flow down the corners of his eyes. In this long tug of war, his anger seemed to have been consumed when song wanwei sat on the ground. He walked towards song wanwei, his action became unusually soft, and wanted to reach out and help song wanwei.

But before I met her, I saw song wanwei shrink into a more inner corner and murmur: "the baby is not afraid, mother protects you."

Once a person confirms his hatred for another person, it is not so easy to resolve. For example, song wanwei spent six years abroad to digest her hatred for song Baozhu, Bai Na and even him, so this is the reason why Ruan Tingchen dare not let song wanwei leave. If she takes ten years or more this time, Ruan Tingchen will really go crazy.

Ruan Tingchen imitated Yan Qing's appearance and communicated with song wanwei: "I won't hurt him. Shall I protect him with you?"

Song wanwei had no trust in her eyes, and Ruan Tingchen suddenly regretted it. Why couldn't he communicate with her like Yan Qing at the beginning?

"You believe me, late."

The word "night night" seemed to stimulate song wanwei's most vulnerable and sensitive nerve. She suddenly became excited and shouted to Ruan Tingchen who wanted to continue to get close: "go away! Go away!"

Ruan Tingchen was like the incarnation of the devil. When he was projected into song wanwei's eyes, he only saw fear and timidity.

Ruan Tingchen didn't want to take care of so much and didn't try at all. He went to song wanwei and hugged song wanwei tightly. He stuck it in her hair and listened to her harsh scream. It seemed that he wanted to rub her into his body. It seemed that only in this way, Ruan Tingchen felt that song wanwei was owned by him.

"You let go of me!"

Song wanwei burst into tears and cried. She tore her heart and lungs, and Ruan Tingchen also tore her heart and lungs.