Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Bleeding came all of a sudden, but he stood still, letting her bite and letting her vent.

Pei Qiqi couldn't cry, she just bit him and said hoarsely: "Tang Yu, I'm not sad."

"Yes, I am not sad." She lay on his shoulder and said softly.

But she closed her eyes, and Zhao Ke's face was all in front of her.

The lofty, mean, miserable-full, all are Zhao Ke.

When Pei Qiqi lost her strength, she lay on Tang Yu's shoulders, motionless.

For a long time, her tears fell to the ground...

That person hates her, and she hates the person who gave birth to her.

But, the woman who always gave birth to her, she stayed in Zhao Ke's belly for more than nine months.

Zhao Ke is dead... She has no mother.

Never again.

Not even a chance to be embraced...

Pei Qiqi cried and laughed. She broke away from Tang Yu's arms, her expression a little frantic, "Tang Yu, I sent her to jail, it's me..."

She just wanted Zhao Ke to get the punishment she deserved, but she didn't expect that Zhao Ke would die.

Tang Yu forcefully brought her into his arms, and forced her to hold her to prevent her from escaping.

"Listen to Qiqi, it's not your fault." He pressed her shoulder: "Zhao Ke, she is for herself."

He couldn't tell her what he suspected, and couldn't tell her that Tang Xin was not his sister.

That way, Pei Qiqi's existence was even more unbearable.

He looked at her seriously, Pei Qiqi's expression was dull, and it took a long time before he said: "Tang Yu, is it true?"

"It's true!" He held her, patted her on the back with one hand, and followed her long hair with the other. "She, just wants to be free."

Death is perhaps the best relief for Zhao Ke.

For a woman like her, going to jail is a kind of torture, and it is normal to leave now.

Pei Qiqi looked at him, no more tears, no more tears.

Only one night, she was silent and silent.

She still brought Tang Yu over, but how could he be in the mood to eat?

Tang Yu took a few bites and watched her look a little unsettled: "Qiqi."

She hummed and lowered her eyes, "When did she...into the soil?"

"The day after tomorrow." He told the truth.

Pei Qiqi didn't say anything. When she went to bed at night, she remained silent, lying quietly on his shoulders, quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Tang Yu didn't bother her.

At this time, he needed a cigarette, but he held it back.

Reached out and touched her shoulder, "Qiqi, if you want to cry, you can come into my arms."

"I didn't want to cry!" She muttered.

But after a while, her small body turned around, hugged his waist strongly, and lay in his arms.

The little face was facing his heart, and after a while, he felt hot and humid there.

It's a bit cold and very uncomfortable.

But he didn't say anything, just the little girl stroking.

Now, his little girl is so sad!

His heart is as heavy as hers.

Pei Qiqi first cried silently, and then became sobbing...

Tang Yu patted her, staring at the dark night, but her voice was gentle: "Baby, it's fine to cry."

How could he not know what she was carrying.

He rather, he took it for her.

However, no one can replace this kind of pain...

She didn't cry until late at night.