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This was the thermos bottle that Lin Ping occasionally gave to Wang Da He to deliver soup. She looked around, and finally her gaze landed on a figure standing at the window with his back facing her.

Xuan Peng's name was stuck in Wang Yiling's throat, but she swallowed it down. This wasn't Xuan Peng.

"You're awake?" The figure turned around. It was a middle-aged man with rimless glasses and a scholarly appearance.

Wang Yiling was sure that she had never seen this person before, so she asked curiously, "You are?"

"You don't know me, but I know you, because we all know the same person. Let me first introduce myself, I'm called Liang Heyuan, this is my name card." Liang Heyuan smiled as he gave Wang Yiling a photoshoot of his own.

Wang Yiling did not go to get the film, but she was still a little confused. Why was this person in her room? A thought struck Wang Yiling. Could it be that his father owed him a debt of gamble?

Yi Ling, the King of Transposition, asked calmly, "You say that we know a common person?"

He put his business card on the bedside before slowly standing up and saying, "Yes, Mo Xiaoxiao, your best friend from before. Today, I've come because of this. Sigh, she's such a person that can't tolerate others."

Liang Heyuan sighed and even took out a handkerchief. He carefully wiped his glasses from the bridge of his nose and slowly said, "Her child is about to be born. She's always been worried about that child's father."

Liang Heyuan raised his head to look at Wang Yiling and then said the second half of his sentence, "Who is it?"

Wang Yiling's expression turned ugly as she clutched the white bedsheet tightly.

Several voices were clamoring in his head. What was that? Wang Yiling didn't need to think to know that maybe she was the one who called Xuan Peng to ask him to come to the Xiao family's company, then arranged for him to follow, then?

Wang Yiling was getting more and more upset. How could Jing Xiaoxiao treat her like this?

It was no wonder he had miscarried. Xuan Peng's indifferent attitude and hatred had gushed out from Wang Yiling's heart.

Liang Heyuan heaved a long sigh. He put on his glasses, turned around and was about to leave the ward, but his steps were steady.

Wang Yiling was in a trance. It was only when she heard the door open that she snapped out of her daze and hurriedly said, "Wait."

He did not turn around, but instead said to Wang Yiling, "Have a good rest and think about it carefully. You have my contact information on your business card, and what you want is also what I want."

Only then did Wang Yiling remember the name card on the bedside table. She stretched out her hand and picked it up.

The film was in Chinese and English, with Dr. Liang He Yuan and the president of Colby's company written in Chinese.

Wang Yiling did not know what kind of company Colby was. She was certain of one thing, and that was that this Liang Heyuan was not simple. She needed a partner right now, so she thought that with the backing of the Xiao family, she could only allow him to bully her?

Xuan Peng returned from the corridor of the hospital with a bouquet of roses in his hand. He hoped that Wang Yiling would be in a good mood.

The doctor was worried that Wang Yiling might be mentally ill. Previously, the doctor had talked to Xuan Peng about this problem, so he hoped that he would be more concerned about the patient.

Liang He walked far down the stairs.

Xuan Peng raised the rose, but didn't see anyone descend from above. His body accidentally knocked into Liang Heyuan.

The moment their bodies collided, Xuan Peng felt a cold feeling similar to that of a machine. His body froze for a moment before he could react.

Liang Heyuan was already smiling at him as he walked down the stairs, then he walked further and further away.

Xuan Peng's heart skipped a beat when he saw Wang Yiling's prosthesis. Was this person's arm a prosthetic as well?

For a while, Wang Yiling was very happy with that bouquet of roses. The smile on her face was like a blossoming rose.

But before Xuan Peng could turn around to look, Wang Yiling's smile on Rose's face had completely changed. She knew this was just a way for Xuan Peng to appease her, a guilty conscience.

Mo Xiaoxiao did not know about what had happened to Wang Yiling. She only felt that Miao Siqing had been acting strangely these days, like a frightened bird. He would be in a daze from time to time. She curiously asked Miao Shiqing if the pressure on his job was too great.

In the past, when he worked at a magazine, he had experienced the collapse of a feeling of having his work increased while he was not familiar with it.

He pulled Miao Siqing to the washroom and handed her a pen.

"For what?" Miao Siqing did not understand what that meant. What did the toilet have to do with the pen?

"You can scribble on the wall to vent the frustration and frustration in your heart. Then, you can wash it with water. Relax, if no one knows, you can write down any name and any words you want to say to them."

Miao Siqing looked at the pen in his hand and then looked at Mo Xiaoxiao. Suddenly, he smiled. It seemed like the previous Mo Xiaoxiao had done this many times.

She coughed and then turned her head to look left and right. "This is a very environmentally friendly way. It doesn't hurt you or anyone else. Don't worry, I'll sleep outside for a while. No one will be able to catch a glimpse of what you're writing."

The corners of Miao Shiqing's eyes became moist. He suddenly had the urge to hug Mo Xiaoxiao tightly as he cried.

However, this was not the way he did things. The bathroom door was closed from the outside.

Her small hand gently caressed it while she puffed out her belly that was as big as a ball. She smiled and said, "Baby girl, when you grow up, Mom will teach you how to draw graffiti, but it's on your father's clothes."

Miao Siqing, who was in the bathroom, held a pen and listened to the murmurs from outside. The liquid in her eyes could no longer hold back.

That day, Miao Siqing wrote a wall full of words. When he saw those words, he took off all his clothes and rushed over with the water bath before taking a cold bath.

When Xiao Meng Han found her with a plate of dessert, she saw a picture of a hibiscus sleeping late.

After recuperating in the recent days, her small face, which had been weakened on the island, gained more flesh. She looked moist and rosy, just like a peach that had just matured in an orchard.

Xiao Meng Han had to use a lot of willpower to resist the urge to rush over and take a bite.

With light footsteps, Xiao Meng Han walked to Mo Xiao Yan's side and placed the snacks on the table beside her.

He didn't leave, instead he knelt down on one knee, and lightly pressed his face against the protruding belly of Mo Xiaoxiao. Unexpectedly, a small bump appeared, right on top of Xiao Meng Han's face.

He felt that it was a small foot, Xiao Meng Han's heart was instantly filled with love from her father.

After the small foot fell back down, it was followed by a round top.

Xiao Meng Han couldn't help laughing out loud. This mischievous little fellow must have moved his little butt over.

Xiao Meng Han gently caressed the bulge with her hand. If this was a child's butt, then he would be patting it now.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a smiling Xiao Meng Han.

Compared to when she first met him, he had a man's reserved edge and calmness. His originally well-defined facial features were now softened by his smile.

He had to admit that Xiao Meng Han was the most charismatic man he had ever seen in his life. He was currently by her side, protecting her and their child.