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The young woman came back to her senses, her eyes widened suddenly, and she shook the little girl's body: "Wake up... wake up... I... this... ah... blood... a lot of blood... sorry... I didn't mean it ...Don't look for me...don't come to me...I'm sorry..." The young woman said indiscriminately.

But in a blink of an eye, he became furious again: "Bitch girl... You still pester me after you die, don't you... You also want to make a oil bottle... You little bastard... I... I will spend my life with you ..." The young woman screamed, waving a sharp fruit knife from her glazed hands, and scratching randomly on her wrist...

With a "bang", the fruit knife fell to the ground, and the young woman also fell beside the little girl, staring at the little girl with her eyes wide open...

For a long time... for a long time...

The little girl who was sore all over moved her dilapidated body, opened her eyes with difficulty, and saw the pale and twisted face of the young woman.

I saw the young woman's already stiff body and the blood under her body.

"Ah..." the girl yelled unconsciously looking at the pool of blood...

"Mom...Mom...I'm sorry...Mom...Mom..."...

"Chen'er...Chen'er...what's the matter with you...wake up...Chen'er..." Duanmuqi called out to the little man on the bed in a panic. The hands were also struggling and waving, and the voice cried out in despair and sadness: "Mom...Mom..."

Duanmuqi felt distressed when he saw Lan Yichen like this, what happened to Chen'er, how could he shed so many tears... Lan Yichen's face was extremely pale, like a transparent non-existent person.It made Duanmuqi feel like he was about to disappear... Duanmuqi held his hand tightly and kept kissing his lips, with a worried and painful expression: "Chen'er...wake up...I haven't told you yet, I love you Well...you haven't responded to my feelings...how can...how can..."

When Lan Yifeng by the door heard this, she jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.Staring at Duanmuqi in disbelief, a pair of big eyes looked back and forth between Lan Yichen, Duanmuqi and their intertwined hands, the anger in his heart reached its peak, that little evil... was born to oppose her... Shameless thing, even seduce my own brother-in-law (sweat! I finally managed to create a person I hate...) Kill him... She wants to kill him... Lan Yifeng thought of hatred in her heart Hate to slam the door away.

Duanmuqi didn't notice it, and stared at Lan Yichen's slender and beautiful face without blinking.

Time slipped by unknowingly.When another night came, the feather fan-like eyelashes trembled a little, Duanmuqi, who had been staring at him, of course did not miss this subtle movement, he excitedly clenched Lan Yichen's hand and shouted: "Chen'er , are you awake? Chen'er..."

The eyelashes were shaking slowly, Lan Yichen slowly opened his eyes, and frowned slightly: "It hurts...it hurts...let go..."

[Khan, Xiaoxiao finally stopped being lazy...and then more...more...]