"After the child was gone, I had nightmares every night, dreaming that the child kept calling me, and then I changed into indirect psychosis."
Zhao Zhiqing was already very calm at the moment, as if she was not talking about her own business.
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Leaving Zhao Zhiqing's room, she felt warmly that she was floating away, her legs were numb and she didn't feel anything at all.
Tang Yichen stood at the door, saw the warmth coming out, and immediately walked up, looking up and down the warmth.
"I'm fine, Tang Yichen." He said warmly and weakly, leaning his head tiredly on Tang Yichen's shoulder, "Tang Yichen, shall we go home?"
Tang Yichen glanced upstairs subconsciously, and left with his arms warm.
Sitting in the sports car, looking out the window warm and listlessly, Tang Yichen had stared at her for ten minutes, but he didn't notice the warmth.
"What did she tell you?" Tang Yichen asked, holding a warm hand.
After warming up, looking at Tang Yichen with a deserted look, he hesitated for a while before speaking, "Tang Yichen, let me go uncle!"
After warming this sentence, Tang Yichen obviously felt the big hand holding his own hand tightly.
He is really nervous!
"What are you talking about?" Tang Yichen's voice was very cold, and Jiulong in front couldn't help turning his head to look warm.
Warm did not speak, and suddenly ordered Jiulong, "Kowloon, go to my parents' cemetery."
Jiulong looked at Tang Yichen, waiting for his approval.
Tang Yichen nodded slightly, and went if he wanted to.
What did Zhao Zhiqing say? How does the warmth know that Zhao Mingcheng is in her own hands.
If she knew, why didn't she say anything? Don't ask anything
Watching the sports car gradually drive into the cemetery, Jiulong opened the car door, Tang Yichen carefully carried the warmth out.
Warmth didn't speak, but walked directly to the gravestone of her parents and knelt down.
Tang Yichen's body shook, and he watched warm as he knelt in front of him, with his back straight.
Warmly stared at the photo on the tombstone, and said, "Parents, I'm coming to see you."
Tang Yichen stepped aside, staring coldly at his warm profile.
From the Kowloon Station to Tang Yichen's back, he was a little worried, "I think it's a little strange, young lady, young lady."
Tang Yichen glanced at Jiulong coldly and snorted, "I want you to talk nonsense, I can't tell?"
Jiulong coughed, and stood behind Tang Yichen obediently, not daring to talk nonsense.
"I know you guys will blame me, blame me for being with Tang Yichen. Even so, I can't leave Tang Yichen." He said warmly and sincerely, looking back at Tang Yichen, "I am married to Tang Yichen, no matter what happened in the past, I just want to be with him now."
Tang Yichen clenched his hands, his black eyes locked his warm and pale face.
He always feels warm and knows something.
"Parents, I'm sorry." Warm lowered his head, knocked a few heads to his parents, stood up and walked to Tang Yichen's side.
Tang Yichen stared at the cold tombstone, pulling away warmly without any expression.
Sitting in the car, warmly turned his head, put his hands on Tang Yichen's waist, and leaned against Tang Yichen's arms.
"What's the matter with you?" Tang Yichen asked in a low voice, rubbing his warm hair.
"Tang Yichen, do you remember how we met?"
Warmth didn't raise his head, his lips pressed against Tang Yichen's chest, and when Warmth spoke, he swept on Tang Yichen's chest with a warm breath.
"Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"
Unable to hear the answer to the previous question, Tang Yichen asked another question.