President Gao Leng's little wife

She was down.

Finally, someone who can chat is offline.

She wandered around for a while, lost interest, and started listening to songs and writing scripts again.

She chose some upbeat songs.

Bright and breezy, but facing the desolate and lonely scenery outside the window, it has a sense of irony.

"Young grandma."

There was a knock on the door, it was Mama Zhang.

Xia Yuluo got up and opened the door for her.

Mama Zhang came in with a bowl of soup. Seeing Xia Yuluo's weak look, she was also worried:
"Young Mistress, people are iron and rice is steel, you should drink some tonic soup."

"Eating so little every day, I'm really worried that you won't be able to last."

Every time the food comes in, it almost seems to be sent out intact.

Seeing Xia Yu's loss of weight was a little frightening.

Mama Zhang glanced at the handcuffs on Xia Yuluo's wrists.

She couldn't stand still and sighed:
"Oh, master, he..."

Seeing the two of them getting to the present step by step, she felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Xia Yuluo waved her hand:
"Mother Zhang, I can hold on, you don't have to worry."

She was just angry with Han Tianyi, not against Mama Zhang.

For Zhang Ma, she likes it from the bottom of her heart.

"In the past few days, the little guy will trouble you."

"Don't let him see me like this."

Xia Yuluo didn't want the little guy to be affected in any way.

"Young Mistress, don't worry, this bowl of soup..."

Mama Zhang brought the soup in front of Xia Yuluo, but hesitated to speak.

Xia Yuluo shook her head:
"Put it there."

She pointed to the table.

"The young master is also short-tempered for a while, young mistress, don't get angry with the young master and hurt yourself."

"The young master has a stubborn temper and likes to get into a dead end, just think about it."

Zhang Ma persuaded Xia Yuluo.

"I'm not your only one after all."

When Xia Yuluo said this, her tone was infinitely sad.

"No, the young master really likes the young mistress..."

Mama Zhang hurriedly defended Han Tianyi.

Xia Yuluo lowered her head and buried it in her knees.

She doesn't feel at ease now.

She used to think that Han Tianyi really loved her.

But the result?

"If Han Weiyi wanted to leave, Han Tianyi would never imprison her like this."

"I'm just afraid that there will be a substitute who is very similar to her."

She lay there, her voice muffled.

The wrist held by the slender rope seemed even thinner than that rope.

Zhang Ma had no words, just sighed silently and left.

This is the knot between the two, and she can't untie it.

My heart was filled with water, and I couldn't hold it lightly.

A little strength can make her cry out loud.

Xia Yuluo raised her head hard, tenderness and love belonged to Han Weiyi.

Only tears and sorrow belonged to her.

She curled up on the windowsill and opened the window.

The winter wind was mixed with cold air, squeezing into the house, and whipping Xia Yuluo's face.

It was cold and painful.

She was wearing very little, and the wind was so cold that her teeth chattered.

But she still didn't want to go down.

Only in this bone-piercing cold can she wake up a little bit.

The pain in the body can relieve the pain in the heart.

Just now, she remembered that Han Tianyi desperately wanted to have another child with her.

Suddenly smiled.

Maybe he is nothing more than a reproductive tool.

Fertility tools, these four words deeply hurt her.

Her heart suffocated suddenly, and her eye sockets were red with pain.