Chapter 257

Ji Qianchen firmly clenched his lips, walked to Ling Xiaohan step by step, and pushed away the towel wrapped around his body with his fingers.

Ling Xiao was gasping for breath, and the big Beaded sweat was dripping from his chin. His face was scarlet and red.

The medicine slowly swallowed his will, only the last trace of reason lingered on the painful cliff.

Ji Qianchen in front of him is like a delicious meal, which is waiting for him to enjoy.

Damn it.

He really wanted her.

But, no, absolutely not.

Hot to hot hands clasped her hand, which untied the towel. "This child must be born."

"If the children are really gone, we can have them again, but if you go on like this, you will go mad." Ji Qianchen breaks off his hand and insists on tearing off the bath towel.

"That won't work. I won't touch you. Get out."

Ling Xiao's voice became hoarse.

Get out of here!

This is four years ago, when she just chased him, he would say such words to her so cold and merciless.

Four years later, these four words sound like heartbreaking pain.

"Why do you want me to give birth to this child so desperately?"

In this way, he would rather die hard than touch her firm attitude, which reminds her of the words of that day.

Why did he try so hard to get her to have a baby? Now want to keep this child desperately, in addition to this is the crystallization of their first love, is there any other reason?

"Get out!"

Ling Xiaohan grabs her arm and takes her out of the bathroom again.

He Ziqian twisted her back and went to Ji Qianchen and boasted, "look, he doesn't want you. A pregnant woman should not join in any excitement. Lie down and have a baby. "

Ironic smile, like a sharp sword to her heart.

He Ziqian went into the bathroom in front of her.

With a bang, the bathroom door closed.

Ji Qianchen stands outside the door.

It took five minutes.

He Ziqian did not come out again.

Ten minutes.

She still hasn't been thrown out.

A drop of clear tears fell from Ji Qianchen's corner of the eye.

Ten minutes is enough for something irreparable to happen.

In order to keep the baby in her stomach, he finally chose to go to another woman in front of her.

Ling Xiaohan!

If this is your choice, then I respect your choice, and I will keep this child well, and I will never sacrifice this child easily again.

Ji Qianchen dragged his tired body, picked up a coat from the bed and wrapped it around him.

She couldn't hear the sound in it calmly.

The murmur, like a knife, pierced her heart.

I can't bear the behavior of my favorite husband.

So she chose to escape.

The farther you run, the better.

Get out of the bedroom and close the door for them.

With a pair of cotton slippers on his feet, he went downstairs.

The crystal light in the living room is dazzling.

Avril is no longer in the living room.

She thought that if she could be seen in the living room, she would pick up a fruit knife and stab her to death.

The most vicious stepmother in the world has been known by her.

Empty living room, in addition to the wall clock ticking, quiet nothing to hear.

Ji Qianchen wrapped her coat tightly and walked out of the gate, letting the cold wind outside brush her pale cheek.

Two French servants guarding the door stopped her. "You can't go out."

Ji Qianchen understood this sentence.

Did not call her little lady, overbearing orders her, also did not pay attention to her.

Ji Qianchen sneered and looked at the two servants. "Since you don't admit that I'm your young lady, you have no right to care about me."

She hates this place.

Keep going, she's suffocating.

She didn't like this luxurious palace like place at all.

No human feelings, no warmth, only layers of conspiracy and calculation.

She said that she would try her best to step into the cold world.

But closer to the world, she left more and more injuries.

Shoulder, hand, heart

I don't know if the two servants understood her or were bluffed by her momentum.

Ji Qianchen successfully walked out of the door.

The cold wind blows outside, and the temperature drops suddenly at night.

A person walks aimlessly in the cold wind, the tear in the corner of the eye is gradually dried.

The pain in my heart did not abate at all.The words of Ling Xiaohan echoed in my mind again and again.

"Get out of here..."

"Go out..."

"This child must be born..."

I don't know where to go.

Near the outer wall of the palace castle.

A shadow jumped from the wall and fell at her feet, scaring her.

"Ah..." Just screamed.

One hand covered her mouth, and the tall figure leaned behind her. "Shh, it's me!"

The voice is so familiar.

It seems to be Mubei.

Ji Qianchen picked up his left hand and tried desperately to break open his wrist

"How does your hand swell like this? Are you going to waste your left hand and right hand together? This Lingxiao cold can't take care of you any day. " Mubei looks down at her small hand, which scratched and scratched randomly, and sighs deeply.

"Well..." Ji Qianchen desperately wants him to let go of her, but he is so strong that she can't say a word.

"I just wanted to see you. It's not good to see you, so I decided to take you away."

Mubei's mouth is full of a smile, and Ji Qianchen easily turns over the high-strength one.

His skill is so excellent.

"Hello, you are sick. Come here to tie me up in the evening?" When his mouth was loosened, Ji Qianchen finally had the chance to speak and scold.

"I'm not binding you. I'm saving you from the deep water, OK?" Mubei chuckled and sat at the top of the wall, looking at the height between the wall and the ground. "Ready, I'm going to jump."

"Jump your head, and I'll kill you if I lose my child." Ji Qianchen slapped him on the back.

"It's just the right time to fall. Have another one with me." The shamelessness of Mubei has reached a state.

Ji Qianchen reached out and grabbed his ear. "Let me go, help me, kidnap me."

"Ouch, my ears."

Mubei cried out in pain.

The whole person's center of gravity is unstable, and he plops into the ground.

Ji Qianchen is in the air.

Fall to the ground together.

There was no pain in her imagination. There seemed to be a soft cushion under her body that suffered from her pain.

"Cough, I knew that I should have let you under me. I'm dead." Mubei caresses the broken heart and screams in pain.

"Let me make you a human flesh mat. What do you mean?" Ji Qianchen got up from him and looked back for the slippers that had been thrown.

-

in the bathroom of Gongbao guest room.

Ling Xiaohan used the razor of the washing table to cut more than ten knives on his arm.

Blood filled the bathroom.

He Ziqian, who chanted in front of him, didn't arouse his interest. He could only see that he would rather cut his arm and bleed, rather than touch her finger.