CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Where did I go wrong

"Hiss... hurts. " A small face all puckered up together.

"Now know the pain, just to go, Miao Xiaobei, you are really stupid, choose the most stupid way to deal with the enemy, kill the enemy 1,000 self-loss 300, that is you now. " Ye Qian voice low voice said, the action is very gentle.

Miao Xiaobei withstands the pain, helps the forehead.

He's right, but she should be nice to a guy who killed her.

"Ye Qian, can you be quiet, " she complained.

"If you want to have dinner tonight, shut up. "

Sometimes Ye Qian thinks he owes her, not she owes herself.

She's the only person in the world who can do that to herself.

But he enjoyed her attitude toward him and wanted more.

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Murongling and Miao evening to the hospital, all the way to hear her constant crying, every sentence from Miao Xiaobei self-reproach, is very upset.

All I could think about was her cold, strong, strong side, and that never happened to her.

Three years, and this is what she's become.

It's strange and different.

"Ling elder brother, how don't you speak, be me where to say wrong. "

Miao late said for a long time, the people around did not respond, she called a few, he did not pay attention.

She bit her lip as she looked at the man who ignored her, her voice rising a little.

"Brother Ling... Ling... "

I'll go in and I'll have my secretary pick you up

Murongling stopped the car, turned his head to look at her, the tone of light said, and did not hear what she just said.

Miao late Leng a few seconds, nodded, got out of the car.

She stood on the hospital steps looking at the car leaving, teeth severely bite the lips, eyes filled with hate emerged.

She felt a change in his own attitude.

An hour later, murongling drove to a villa.

I opened the car door and looked at the strange place where he and her children lived.

Three years ago, they sent him away, never saw him again, and somehow the car came in.

"Master Murong, what are you doing here? "

A woman in her forties came out and was surprised to see him standing in the doorway.

He lifted his eyes to look at her, the pupils of his eyes without a trace of warmth.

"The young master is playing in the yard. Do you want to go in? " Asked the maid.

Murongling silently nodded his head and walked inside with his long legs.

When I saw the little shadow in the yard, I felt a shock, a flash of light across my pupils, and the feeling of beating my chest was strange and strange.

A small, sitting on the ground do not know what to look at, serious look as if looking at a child of their own.

When he was born, he only saw it once.

"Why, uncle who are you? " The small fellow crisp living of the voice resounds, a pair of big eyes jiongjiongjiongjiongshengs of hope.

Murongling listened to his tender voice, chest somewhere touched, frozen in place.

The deep eyes met his eyes, looking into his eyes, and a feeling of familiarity grew.

It was exactly like her, the same look in her eyes when she found out she was pregnant.

"This is... " the maid prepared to introduce.

"I'm your father, not your uncle. "

Murongling preemptively opened his mouth and said that he had some trance.

The little one listened to his father, bright dark eyes dim down, turned his head to look at the hands of the album, no longer speak, quietly sitting there, as if nothing had happened.

Murongling wondered at his reaction.

The maid looked on the side of the grave face of master Murong, immediately began to explain: "The young master may be a stranger, so it will be like this, I go to call him over. "

"No, you go about your business, " he interrupted, passing by with his long legs.

The little one found his sun was covered, and his mouth was slightly pouted.

Small arm on the ground to stand up, holding the album for a silent change of place, directly ignore him.

Murongling frowned, cold voice: "Stop. "

The little fellow, who had not yet taken a few steps, stopped with a trembling shoulder, turned around dully, looked up at his head and said, "I don't have a father or a mother. " He bit his lower lip.