God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

Women are born with keen sensibilities, and many things are not invisible but disbelieving. Once they begin to disintegrate from the heart, the details that once covered their eyes begin to be pieced together automatically.

This was not her first childbirth. Obviously, both children were fine until the fetal heartbeat in her belly.

Obviously, the treatment provided by Sacred Heart Hospital is among the best in the country, but her obstetrician and gynecologist still returned to the country for personal matters after she gave birth to the child.

Obviously, she felt that the talk about her father's life extension was nonsense, but at that time because she was told that the child would not live, she was panicked, so she acquiesced to him to do it.

If all this is true, then what are they discussing now about another child with the same horoscope? Are you talking about Xiu Yun?

Zhang Ruopu grinded his teeth until he made a squeaking sound. What was he doing for this reason? It was not enough to kill one of his children, so he wanted another one?

Zhang Ruopu decided to find out all this. In his dream, Zhou Jingyan saw how smart this woman was. She followed the clues quietly, through the different perfume smells on Shen Xinhong, and based on the records of the car driven by Jiang Hai. , keenly aware that Shen Xinhong has more than one woman outside.

She folded her hands on her lower abdomen and sat alone in the small theater, where a young woman sang a sad play. She actually didn't care what she sang, she just wanted a place to be away from her. There is a strange corner in her family and her social life, where she occasionally reveals her true feelings.

Zhou Jingyan was shocked by the huge and vague sadness in Zhang Ruopu's heart. She was already middle-aged, and although she was born into a wealthy family, was talented, loved by her parents, had a harmonious husband and wife, and had children, everything seemed to be in bloom, but she knew that the bloom was only for outsiders to see, and it was already dark inside. But she couldn't tell her father the truth, for fear that he wouldn't be able to bear it at his old age, and her children couldn't tell it either, because they were always protected in her heart. Her friends couldn't understand it either, because they were always watching the fire from the other side. Separated. She could only rely on herself to digest the sadness in her heart, then think about a way out, and then walk out.

The opera singer with the melodious voice is very discerning. When she is silent, she will leave after singing. She will not come down to say thank you and greet her, but just bow on the stage and leave. Sometimes, Zhang Ruopu is right there. I sat in this small theater all afternoon, quietly alone.

The child in my belly is already two months old, and I can’t delay it any longer, or the pregnancy will become apparent if I delay it any longer.

She ordered the play "The Lost Child". The opera singer was a little surprised, but he still went back to rehearse seriously. It may be his first performance, and he is still too young to perform the madness and longing of losing a child, but Zhang Ruopu was heartbroken after knowing the truth.

Her child was normal, but Shen Xinhong, like several other wealthy people, believed in a cult and used the child's life to enhance his future fortune and extend his own lifespan.

After the play, Zhang Ruopu sat in the audience as usual, meditating quietly as the hustle and bustle on stage contrasted with the darkness below.

The always sensible young actress got off the stage, took off her heavy stage makeup, sat quietly next to her, and handed her a tissue. As soon as he opened his mouth, it was a familiar voice to Zhou Jingyan. Oh, that was Zhu Fenglin when she was young.

"I think you would rather have me call you Ms. Zhang." Zhu Fenglin's voice sounded clearer and cleaner when she was young, and she was obedient and gentle, without the slightest aggression.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I just saw you crying down there, and I thought of my mother and my father." The young girl paused and considered her words, "His heart belongs to someone else. My mother is like this too, she smiles in front of me, but in a corner that I can’t see, she either loses consciousness or cries.”

Zhang Ruopu glanced at this well-behaved girl who was about the same age as his eldest son and daughter, and tears fell again. Although what the other party guessed was not the same thing as what she was sad about, the hearts of mothers all over the world were probably the same.

Seeing her son in high spirits, her daughter with a happy face, and her youngest son so carefree, she was so filled with worries that she couldn't say a word.