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Xu Lan slapped him in the face: "You still dare to mention him? Do you deserve to mention him? If it weren't for Song Hengjue, how could he die? You helped that murderer, you are a traitor! My brother loves you in vain."

"My brother has left, am I not sad? Will Song Hengjue feel better?" Li Jia looked directly into her eyes, looking very melancholy, "You are in pain, so you cowardly transfer all the pain to Song Hengjue, but How could you not be clear that my cousin's death had nothing to do with him at all? He has tolerated you and taken care of you all these years, and he has already done his best. It's not because he feels guilty, he really still misses his feelings for you."

"How could it not be related? If he hadn't cooperated with my brother, how could there have been an accident?" Xu Lan was hysterical.

All the good things were clearly within reach, but because of him, they were all destroyed. He deserved to die, and he deserved to be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.

"So is this what cousin wants to see?" Li Jia looked at her calmly, his eyes unwavering.

Xu Lan seemed to have all his energy suddenly taken away, and looked up at him blankly.

Li Jia sighed, hugged her shoulders distressedly, and patted her back comfortingly: "Cousin, take care, I will take good care of Changchang, don't worry."

"Do you want to eat the apple? Have another piece?" Song Hengjue sat on the chair in the police station, holding a small bowl of apple chunks to Yang Qingheng's mouth, looking at her eagerly.

Several policemen looked at the table almost full of fruits and snacks and the doctor at the door, hesitated to speak, and finally looked away, out of sight.

Those who didn't know thought that what Yang Qingheng was carrying was a piece of tofu.

Yang Qingheng's face turned red with embarrassment and she glared at him: "That's enough for you. Let those people go immediately. Don't be embarrassed."

He himself was shameless, and she wanted to save some face.

"Safety or face is more important?" Song Hengjue muttered, pretending not to hear, and hesitated for a long time before asking again, "Why don't we just give up? I think the two of us are fine."

"What did you say? Are you out of your mind?" Yang Qingheng couldn't believe it. This child was born by accident, but he was healthy, so why did he have to abort it?

The more he thought about it, the deeper his frown deepened: "Tell me honestly, do you dislike children?"

Song Hengjue looked at her as if she was very angry, hesitating and not daring to tell the truth.

He almost slapped himself twice. If he had known that that piece of shit was unreliable, he should have worn two more.

The doctor couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted: "Mr. Song has been asking me every day recently whether he will die after giving birth. I said it is unlikely, and he insists on seeing the data." He asked hundreds of times a day, but he still didn't believe it, as if he He is a quack that is harmful to people.

If it weren't for the large amount of money, he would have smashed Song Hengjue's head.

He has seen prenatal anxiety, but he has never seen a man with such terrible prenatal anxiety that he even has a bad memory.

He subconsciously looked at Yang Qingheng's belly and looked away.

I heard that the father's intelligence is not good, and the child will most likely not be much smarter either.

Yang Qingheng didn't expect this to be the reason. Looking at Song Hengjue's face that had lost weight in a few days, he felt complicated and finally said: "But I like him very much, and I want to bring him to this world."

Song Hengjue swallowed all the dissuasion at this moment, and what followed was inexplicable unhappiness.

It’s just a fist-sized thing. Talk about whether you like it or not. Does it know what it means to like it?

Seeing Li Jia come out, Yang Qingheng stood up. Song Hengjue had a cold face and subconsciously stopped in front of her.

Li Jia saw Song Hengjue's defensiveness, his face was hot, and he didn't dare to get closer. He bowed to Yang Qingheng from a distance: "I hurt Miss Yang because of me. I'm sorry."

"Well, go back and treat Changchang well. I will always pay attention to you." Yang Qingheng did not say forgiveness. She had gone through many twists and turns in the past and suffered a lot of sins. She did not forgive because these words were too hypocritical and she was sorry for her past self.

She just doesn't care anymore, so she doesn't hate him. If it weren't for Xu Changchang, she probably wouldn't be able to remember this person in her life.

"Don't worry, Miss Yang. I regard Changchang as my biological daughter and I will raise her up well." Li Jia promised eagerly, his eyes so sincere that no one could doubt her.

"You can tell us anything about Changchang's life." Yang Qingheng said as he saw Song Hengjue standing aside without speaking.

Even if Xu Lan did something bad, it would still be the grudge of their generation. She was not careful enough to care about a child of several years old.

Moreover, Xu Changchang's biological father is Song Hengjue's good friend. After all, he has some feelings for him, and he feels at ease if he takes care of him.

When Song Hengjue heard this, the worry in his eyes dissipated a lot.

Li Jia bowed deeply: "I would like to thank Miss Yang and Mr. Song on Changchang's behalf."

Several people had just left the police station when Xu Changchang broke free from the woman's hand and ran towards Yang Qingheng in large strides: "Aunt Yang!"

"What are you talking about? Be honest." Song Hengjue was frightened and put his backhand against her face, protecting Yang Qingheng behind him.

Xu Changchang's face was squeezed into a ball by his big hands. He took a step back, put his hands on his hips and glared at him angrily: "What does it have to do with you that I'm talking to Aunt Yang? You're annoyed to death."

Don't think she doesn't know that he asked the cooking aunt to send her away. He just doesn't like her and won't let her get close to Aunt Yang!

"Changchang, don't be rude," a woman strode up, took Xu Changchang's arm, and looked at the two of them awkwardly, "Changchang was so excited when she saw you, I'm sorry."

Touching Yang Qingheng's slightly pregnant belly made her feel even more guilty, and she grabbed Xu Changchang's hand tighter.

Yang Qingheng looked at the strange woman in front of her, doubts flashing in her eyes. Before she could ask, Li Jia had already stepped forward and explained: "This is my wife, Mo Guiying."

Mo Guiying showed a friendly smile to Yang Qingheng: "Hello, Miss Yang, I often hear Changchang mention you."

"Hello." Yang Qingheng smiled and touched Xu Changchang's head. He didn't want to say anything more, so he chatted with them for a few words and got in the car.

I was a little worried at first, but that disappeared after seeing Mo Guiying.

She seems to be a kind person, and she can't hide her feelings for Xu Changchang. I believe that even if they have their own child in the future, Xu Changchang will not be too bad.

As for other things, it was not something she, an outsider, should consider.

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"Song Hengjue, are you bothered? I won't answer your call again." Yang Qingheng answered the phone for an unknown number of times, and when he heard the familiar voice over there, his good temper was gone.

Yang Qingheng was always cold and serious in the company and rarely showed his emotions. This sentence was particularly contrasting. The people below looked at each other and almost laughed out loud. Suddenly they felt that their boss was not so unkind.

It’s really unbelievable that the dignified big boss of Boxiang would be so clingy behind people’s backs.

In just two hours of the meeting, there were already four or five calls, as if Yang Qingheng disappeared out of thin air when he was no longer around.