Chapter 213

Ye Huanyan's face is not a trace of blood, and she is still wearing the clothes she wore when she appeared in court. She is thinner than before, and looks like the whole person is wandering in the clothes, which is very thin.

She looked at Ling Han with disappointment in her eyes, but not as much as when she had been hurt by him before. Even if she heard that he asked her to have an abortion, she could still recognize the reality as quickly as possible.

Ling Han's flat face finally rekindled his anger. He strode up to her and clasped her wrist. There was no doubt in his voice, "get in the car.".

Regardless of Ye Huanyan's attitude, he can't help tugging away. A long trail of tugging on the gravel floor, accompanied by a woman's screaming struggle, stretches to the front of the car door,

Ye Huanyan's toes are firmly against the ground, and her other hand holds the roof of the car. In her struggle, she slams the door with her back, and finally temporarily blocks Ling Han's violent drag. Her eyes are red and she says bitterly,

"You hate me so much. You don't want our children. If I don't go with you, you let me go."

"Don't you come with me?" Ling Han's face sank and his strength relaxed slightly,

"Who are you going with?"

“……”

"Su Nianhua? Or Gu Sixian There was a fire in his eyes, as if to burn the woman who lied in front of him,

He roared, "ye Huanyan, whose child is this? Can you make it clear?"

Ye Huanyan's eyes were red, and tears from the corners of his eyes ran down his face,

"In your eyes, I am such a woman?"

Ling Han's eyes trembled,

The stalemate makes every minute seem very long,

"You don't think you are?"

Ling Han's hand was holding her shoulder, and she almost crushed her shoulder blades.

She eats the pain, wring the delicate eyebrow, but bites the tooth to refuse to make the sound.

Ling Han looked at her, and a trace of anger finally appeared in his eyes.

He hated her so much that she was slaughtered by others. It seemed that explaining to you would insult her noble appearance. But if she was so noble, why would she open a house with Su Nianhua on the day of the annual meeting?

And today, why is it in Gu Sixian's arms?

Debauchery! I don't know how to repent!

He raised her chin with the other hand, his eyes full of anger, swept her cheek and asked in a cold voice,

"What do they like about you? I'm tired of sleeping with you for such a long time, or do you have more tricks when you carry me behind your back? "

When she didn't speak, he wanted her to retort.

He leaned down and held her chin, but the hand slipped. She turned away and looked distant.

A long-standing anger ran up from the chest. He slammed her face. The back of her head hit the car door, numb. He bit her pink lips, and the smell of blood spread in each other's mouth.

There was always a fragrance on her that made him fascinated, sometimes disturbing him and sometimes reassuring him.

Only at such a moment can he put everything down and admit that the man in front of him is a woman who belongs to him completely.

The black woolen coat fell on the ground and was trampled on in a hurry,

Ye Huanyan clenched her fists in both hands and beat him in front of his chest, but it was like hitting a stone with an egg.

"Well..." Ling Han snorted and tightened his eyebrows. His thumb and belly rubbed on his lips. The bright red blood was startling.

Ye Huanyan suddenly covered her chest, bent down and retched violently.

"Oh..."

Ling Han finally finds his reason, and his eyes fall on her belly. The crazy look in his eyes returns to the initial coldness. He pulls away and stands by looking at her coldly without saying a word.

I don't know how long later, she finally vomited to exhaustion. She stood up with her knees and looked at Ling Han's indifference,

She finally gave up her last strength and yelled,

"Why don't you believe me? I have nothing with them at all, nothing! "

After roaring, without any response, she holds the door in a hurry, staggers, and looks at Linghan with almost desperate eyes.

This man has no heart, she thought almost hopelessly.

The sound of a clean door closing.

The heat left in the car gradually warmed her cold body. She had no strength to resist, so she had to let him push into the car, limping in the back seat, looking desolate.

Ling Han sits in the car beside her for a long time without saying anything. The heat gradually dissipates and the temperature drops. But ye Huanyan is very tired and sleeps.

In his sleep, he kept making a choking sound, and some painful dreams fell on Ling Han's ears.

After a while, he seemed to think of something. He pushed open the door, picked up the coat on the ground, dusted the dust on it, and covered her up to the bottom of her small nose.

It covered up her sobbing voice in her sleep. Seeing under the coat, the thin body shivered twice, frowned and yelled, "cold, we... Have children." Ling Han's eyes seemed to be touched. Looking at her delicate eyebrows, he was lost for a moment, but at last his eyes were a little dim. The child can't be his. In the early hours of the morning, the dew is deep and cold. One after another, the woman was quite dissatisfied with the phone call, Jiao said, "didn't you say you'd like to accompany me?" Arbor looked at her dejected, a moment of negligence, she robbed the mobile phone, hung up the phone. In the living room of Fujinyuan villa, the tea is already cold, it's already in the early morning. He stayed up all night, and so did the woman in his arms. Nothing happened. Many times she couldn't get through to Ling Han's phone, or she couldn't meet him for dinner, so the phone would call him on his mobile phone. Then he put down everything in his hand and rushed here to spend the night with her. It's just holding her and listening to her talk about something that doesn't match the preface and postscript. She's very clever. She always tries to test his words and get some confidence from him. It's nothing more than about Ling Han. In fact, Qiaomu knows that a woman like Sheng Enron who does not choose means to achieve her goal will be willing as long as he wants to, but he never goes beyond the boundary, Just recently, these intimate acts have made him bear a strong sense of guilt. He knew that Sheng Enron was not a good woman in the moral level, but he was hopelessly in love with her, as if he was in love with a dark level of himself. Arbor eyes a stagnation, quickly seized her slender wrist, voice hoarse, with a bit of bluff warning, "Enron," her eyes, such as silk, have enchanting beauty, now lying on his chest, regardless of the wrist he seized, slightly bowed his head, in his next bar gently peck, enchantment way, "don't you want me?" This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.