Hearing Zhao Zhiqing's words, the warmth almost couldn't stand still.
Is this crazy, insane-looking woman on the ground Zhao Zhiqing who she knows
How could she become like this
Just as warm and confused, Zhao Zhiqing suddenly raised her head and stared at her straightly.
"my child."
Zhao Zhiqing had already stood up, her petite body was about to rush up suddenly, rushing to warm her body.
"Go away!"
Tang Yichen put the warmth in his arms and directly pushed Zhao Zhiqing away.
Zhao Zhiqing stepped back a few times, and fell to the ground unsteadily, still staring at the warm bulging belly, struggling to get up.
Jiulong hurried in from the outside, and saw this scene in the room, which was frightened to death.
"Sir, are you all right?"
Jiulong stood in front of Tang Yichen and Wenwen, and asked respectfully.
"It's okay!" Tang Yichen narrowed his black eyes, and looked at Zhao Zhiqing on the ground deeply.
Seeing this scene, Mrs. Zhao immediately ran over to hug her daughter, her face with deep wrinkles was full of tears.
"I beg you to leave, OK?"
As Mrs. Zhao cried, she rummaged in the drawer of Zhao Zhiqing's room for medicine for Zhao Zhiqing.
Finally found it, Madam Zhao picked up the medicine and immediately stuffed Zhao Zhiqing's mouth.
"I don't want to eat." Zhao Zhiqing struggled, but Madam Zhao is now anxiously red, making Zhao Zhiqing swallow it ruthlessly.
Watching this scene, there was a feeling of trepidation in the warmth, and he couldn't believe it, grabbing Tang Yichen.
Seeing her mother cry like this, Zhao Zhiqing suddenly calmed down, raised her hand to stroke Madam Zhao's face, and slowly wiped the tears off her face.
"Mom, what's the matter with you?" Zhao Zhiqing became sober, looking at the room messed up by herself, and then at the sudden appearance of Tang Yichen and warmth, she was a little dazed.
Madam Zhao shook her head and suddenly hugged her daughter, crying louder and louder.
How could her daughter become like this? Why should only her daughter suffer this crime
After reacting, Zhao Zhiqing realized that she was guilty of her illness again, and tears flowed down her white cheeks.
"I'm sorry." Zhao Zhiqing pushed her mother away and sat on the ground alone, looking very bleak.
The warmth hasn't recovered from the scene just now, but fortunately, Tang Yichen raised his hand and gently hugged her waist.
Warmly looked at Tang Yichen, showing a hard and bitter smile.
After a long while, Zhao Zhiqing raised her head, looked at Warm and Tang Yichen with a smile, and said coldly: "Are you here to see me making a joke?"
Warm pursing her lips, can she say no
"Cousin, can I speak to you alone?"
"No way!"
Zhao Zhiqing finished her question, and Tang Yichen had already coldly refused for her before the warmth had time to answer.
Warmly glanced at Zhao Zhiqing, turned her head and looked at Tang Yichen, her pink lips squirming, "Tang Yichen, you and your aunt will go out first, and I will talk to her."
Tang Yichen frowned, obviously unwilling.
"Tang Yichen—" Warmly prayed to Tang Yichen, Zhao Zhiqing wouldn't do anything to her like this.
Tang Yichen withdrew his hand from Warm, and took a deep look at Warm before leaving with Jiulong.
Madam Zhao also followed out!
The originally crowded room suddenly fell silent, leaving only Zhao Zhiqing and Warmth behind, and neither of them spoke.
I don't know that after a long time, Zhao Zhiqing stood up from the ground, walking slantingly to the warm side.