Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

"These days, the young master has been very worried about the young mistress!" Uncle Lin said, he didn't feel relieved until An Xiaojing finished drinking the medicine.

"Isn't this the result he wanted? He never believed that the child belonged to him. Now that the child is gone, isn't that what he wants?" An Xiaojing sarcastically.

In short, with her child gone, it is impossible for her to forgive Leng Yichen.

"Young master is not that kind of person. Young mistress, young master won't do anything to children." Uncle Lin persuaded.

"Uncle Lin, you go out first!"

The voice that suddenly came from the door was Leng Yichen.

An Xiaojing's medicine bowl was empty, and he seemed relieved.

On the way back just now, Leng Yichen was a little worried whether An Xiaojing would still hold her temper.

If she doesn't drink the medicine again, will he find ways to pour it into her.

Fortunately, fortunately, she drank the medicine.

Heart, finally put down.

Leng Yichen slowly walked towards the bed, although the man looked at him with resentment in his eyes, but he didn't mind at all.

It's more about understanding.Understand this person's feelings for you.

"How do you feel?" Leng Yichen was very peaceful, a woman who just lost her child, he was not so petty and unwilling to tolerate.

"Will I not be able to have children in the future?" An Xiaojing's voice suddenly became very empty.

His eyes became a little dull.

"Then do you want a child?" Leng Yichen asked.

"If there is no child, my life may not be complete. Leng Yichen, do you know that you almost made me unable to be a mother!" An Xiaojing's tone was filled with deep sorrow.

"Then do you hate me?" Leng Yichen asked.

A long time ago, he asked An Xiaojing about this topic.

Her answer is that there is no hate without love.

So, does this person hate him now?

"I hate you, Leng Yichen, I probably hate you more than anyone else." An Xiaojing said.

His eyes were still blank.

Leng Yichen's heart tightened slightly, seeing her with such an expression, he felt some pity.

"It's okay to hate, because I treat you the same way." He said very softly.

Unlike before, even his eyes were cold.

"Go to rest early, An Xiaojing. Since you hate me so much, you should try your best to live a good life for me. I want to see how much you hate me."

"Ha, Leng Yichen, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself." She had already accumulated enough disappointment in him.

"Retaliate against me? Then save your life first!" Leng Yichen said.

"Yes, I will." An Xiaojing raised her eyes, she never felt so lonely like now.

The man in front of her occasionally made her deeply afraid.But in the deepest part of her heart, she was so lonely.

It's like feeling like you can't get along with anyone.

Just lost a child, but An Xiaojing's heart has aged ten years.

She also sighed ridiculously that she didn't even have the fantasies of a girl.

"Go to sleep!" Leng Yichen sighed, and pulled the quilt back for her with his hands.

The bedside lamp was very dim, Leng Yichen left one for her, just because he was afraid that she would have nightmares again.

Recently, An Xiaojing has been having nightmares.

He went to the censer again and lit another incense in the censer.

An Xiaojing closed her eyes.

Leng Yichen did not sleep with her, but went out of the room.

"Young master!" Uncle Lin's expression was slightly disturbed, and Leng Yichen was still a little surprised.

But without asking why, he saw another man behind Uncle Lin.

An Xianyang.

"It's you!" Leng Yichen met that person's eyes, without any intention of avoiding them.

But he was also curious, shouldn't this person be lying in the hospital?Why did you come to the villa again.

He also gritted his teeth at himself.

"What did you do to my sister?" An Xianyang's eyes were full of anger, which seemed to burn Leng Yichen.

However, before Leng Yichen could answer, An Xianyang punched him. Leng Yichen didn't react, and just received An Xianyang's punch.

"I want to take Xiaojing away! You lost her child, you don't deserve her!" An Xianyang said angrily.

Leng Yichen was slightly shocked, because he had blocked the news of An Xiaojing's miscarriage, but An Xianyang knew that An Xiaojing's miscarriage was probably told to him by the person behind the scenes.

"How do you know?" Leng Yichen stood up straight again, and slightly wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth. His whole face matched the blood around his mouth, and he had a strange temperament.

"I won't bother you with this, I just know that you made her childless, and now, I want to take her away!" An Xianyang said.

"You think you can?" Leng Yichen snorted.

An Xiaojing had a miscarriage, An Xianyang doubted herself, An Xiaojing hated herself.

All the plots became so similar and familiar, as if someone had premeditated it for a long time.

"I'm here today, and if I can't take her away, I won't leave either!"

"That's good, Uncle Lin, you go and tidy up a room for this distinguished guest. Since we are a family, of course we can't see outsiders like this again."

Leng Yichen looked into that person's eyes without a trace of dislike or joy.

The honored guest mentioned in his mouth is nothing more than an ordinary person to him.

But what he was most concerned about was how did this person know that An Xiaojing had a miscarriage.

"Brother!" Suddenly, a voice came from above the two of them.

An Xianyang and Leng Yichen looked over together.

An Xiaojing walked downstairs in her pajamas.

She was already asleep, but when she heard the quarrel downstairs, she lost all sleepiness.

Then, when she listened carefully, it was her brother's voice, so she didn't even feel like going to sleep.

"Xiao Jing!" An Xianyang strode over, with deep guilt and pity in his eyes.

"It's my fault. I should wake up earlier. You don't have to marry this man. All the tragedies now are because I couldn't stop you at the beginning. Xiaojing, leave with me now!"

An Xianyang said directly.

"Brother, but..."

"But what? If the little nurse in the clinic hadn't told me about your miscarriage, I might never have known about it for the rest of my life."

An Xianyang glanced at Leng Yichen angrily. That little nurse had taken care of him before and met An Xiaojing, so when An Xiaojing had a miscarriage, she immediately let An Xianyang know that she had lost her mouth. Yang knew what kind of unbearable life Young Mistress Leng led.

"No, brother, this has nothing to do with him!" An Xiaojing changed her tone from the past, and she couldn't even see her resentment towards Leng Yichen at this moment.

She knew that An Xianyang was still receiving treatment, and she was willing to leave with him only when he fully recovered, not now.

Now, not yet.