Said, her voice with a cry cavity: "baby, really poor, so young."
When cold cold cold thin eyes, light swept outside one eye.
He stretched out his hand and took song Qinghuan gently in his arms: "since you like the child so much, and the child's mother has made up her mind not to want him, then adopt him!"
Song Qinghuan raised her eyes and looked at her face against the cold. The hot tears came out all of a sudden: "I'm also a child without a mother."
When Yuhan looked down at her, more tightly put her in her arms, bent down and buried her neck nest, big palm trembled slightly and fastened her back neck.
With his forehead on his shoulder, song Qinghuan's grievance and helplessness suddenly burst out.
First she cried silently, then she cried aloud, her body trembled slightly, and her fingers tightened her warm clothes.
Baby is abandoned like this, what about her? Was she the same, abandoned by her parents?
"Don't cry, you still have me!" When the cold in her ears, dumb voice to coax her, thin lips rub her cold ears.
Song Qinghuan flat mouth, stop crying, gently sobbing: "we are going to divorce people, what do you mean there are you!"
"Never leave..." Shi Yuhan said in a hoarse voice, looking at Song Qinghuan from the opposite side, her warm breath mingled with her breath, and the tip of her nose touched her crying red tip, "no, don't cry We are together. Maybe in the future, you may feel wronged, but please believe me... "
Song Qinghuan looks at the calm and introverted time to keep out the cold, with a kind of rare loss in his clear little face.
She gently interrupted Shi Yuhan's words: "believe you, when Yuhan, you are always cold and hot to me, sometimes good and sometimes bad, what do you want me to believe you?"
"Huan'er," Shi yuhanjun's face was pale, his deep eyes were full of love and affection, and he said in a low voice, "am I really so bad to you?"
Song Qinghuan's face was very heavy. He looked at him deeply. In a low voice, he nodded and said, "it's not ordinary bad, it's very bad, very bad! You think if one day, I say to you, when the cold, I think you are not bad, I want to be my husband, all my life can, until you don't want to be, what will you feel
"Happy When the cold honest answer.
Song Qinghuan was very satisfied with the answer he gave, and continued: "then two days later, I suddenly told you that I was just playing with you when it was cold. Now I don't want to play with you. I'm tired of playing with you. You can do whatever you like in the future. Of course, you can still be my husband all my life if you want, but I won't socialize with you any more, because I think you're happy It's crazy. How do you feel when you hear that? "
When the cold drooping eyes looking at her, a streamer in the eyes at the end of the slip, the corner of the mouth raised a touch of pleasure: "Oh, finally arrived clear."
"What's up." Song Qinghuan obviously didn't understand what he said.
Blurted out at the same time, and slightly Leng for a while, just reflect the meaning of cold.
Her eyes trembled violently for a while, and she stared in horror and speechless to keep out the cold. After a while, she squeezed out a sentence, "keep out the cold, you bastard, do you count like this?"
He said this to her, today she said this to him, so he thought it was worth it.
I want to be beautiful!
Eyes red, song Qinghuan break away from his arms.