Chapter 697
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These belong to Yanyu, no one can take them away except her.
Day after day, year after year.
Yuan Shaojing is waiting for Li Yanyu to come back one day, even if
With a deep hatred for him.
Over the years, yuan Shaojing has been dreaming every night.
Dream about that day in the hospital.
Dream of shot after she fell in his arms, compared with her numb expression, his panic and despair wanton.
In those years, relying on her love for himself, he never gave her a good face.
It's like she's not going to leave no matter what.
Uncle.
Yuan Shaojing closed his eyes.
She's standing in her memory.
Thin as cicada wings of the sun shrouded in the rain around, thin wrist, thin ankle, white beautiful.
But in the twinkling of an eye, she lay in her arms covered with blood.
Uncle, don't die. I have only you.
She once in his most desperate helpless, misty rain embraces him, voice trembles to wake him up again and again.
Silly girl.
If he had been allowed to die at that time, would all the later things never happen again?
Lin Hanxing didn't know what yuan Shaojing was thinking.
She just pulled out a picture of a young man from a kraft paper bag.
That's my sleeping aunt when I was young.
In the black-and-white photos, she was dressed in a Qipao, with a narrow waist, eyes and eyebrows.
At that time, Li Yanyu obviously did not know that there was a camera aimed at her.
The flimsy and solitude of the fundus of the eye is easy to appear from the lens.
Lin Hanxing's hand caresses the black and white photo.
If you do this, you can wipe away the pain of aunt Mian at that time.
"There is a clear record of all the industries that Yanyu left in Malaysia."
Yuan Shaojing spoke in a deep voice.
"What does Mr. Yuan mean?"
Lin Hanxing looked up, with a cold light alienation in his eyes.
Looking at by Lin Hanxing's eyes, yuan Shaojing was speechless.
It is worthy of Yanyu's personal training.
Many times, seeing her, yuan Shaojing felt like seeing Li Yanyu.
Looking at her deeply, yuan Shaojing finally spoke again.
"Now, these are all yours."
………………
Outside the door.
Yuan Su Su's vision sweeps through every room in the hotel and finally falls back to Cheng Lingyun.
"Didn't you think of that, mom?"
Yuan Su Su sat down slowly opposite her and tucked her long hair back behind her ears.
The scar from the brow bone to the chin is exposed.
"I can still sit in front of you."
Yuan Su Su poured himself a glass of water and began to drink it.
When lifting the wrist, it shows the trace that the hands are tied on the hospital bed and can't move. It's red and swollen.
"Talk to you."
Yuan Su Su at this time, where there are the first ladies like children.
The intense resentment in her eyes is like the scar on her body, which directly appears in the fundus of Cheng Lingyun's eyes.
"Did Lin Xiaojiu tell you something? Su Su, you are my daughter. How can I harm you? "
When Cheng Lingyun said this, maybe yuan Su Su's eyes were so terrible that her forehead fell in a cold sweat.
"Your current situation is not suitable for discharge, your wound is not good yet!"
With this sentence, she did not dare to look at Yuan Su Su's face again.
After all, the scar was self inflicted.
Hearing the speech, Yuan Su Su was not smiling, but mocking.
Does she really think she's a three-year-old?
"Mom, I don't know if it's your brother or sister in your stomach?"
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These belong to Yanyu, no one can take them away except her.
Day after day, year after year.
Yuan Shaojing is waiting for Li Yanyu to come back one day, even if
With a deep hatred for him.
Over the years, yuan Shaojing has been dreaming every night.
Dream about that day in the hospital.
Dream of shot after she fell in his arms, compared with her numb expression, his panic and despair wanton.
In those years, relying on her love for himself, he never gave her a good face.
It's like she's not going to leave no matter what.
Uncle.
Yuan Shaojing closed his eyes.
She's standing in her memory.
Thin as cicada wings of the sun shrouded in the rain around, thin wrist, thin ankle, white beautiful.
But in the twinkling of an eye, she lay in her arms covered with blood.
Uncle, don't die. I have only you.
She once in his most desperate helpless, misty rain embraces him, voice trembles to wake him up again and again.
Silly girl.
If he had been allowed to die at that time, would all the later things never happen again?
Lin Hanxing didn't know what yuan Shaojing was thinking.
She just pulled out a picture of a young man from a kraft paper bag.
That's my sleeping aunt when I was young.
In the black-and-white photos, she was dressed in a Qipao, with a narrow waist, eyes and eyebrows.
At that time, Li Yanyu obviously did not know that there was a camera aimed at her.
The flimsy and solitude of the fundus of the eye is easy to appear from the lens.
Lin Hanxing's hand caresses the black and white photo.
If you do this, you can wipe away the pain of aunt Mian at that time.
"There is a clear record of all the industries that Yanyu left in Malaysia."
Yuan Shaojing spoke in a deep voice.
"What does Mr. Yuan mean?"
Lin Hanxing looked up, with a cold light alienation in his eyes.
Looking at by Lin Hanxing's eyes, yuan Shaojing was speechless.
It is worthy of Yanyu's personal training.
Many times, seeing her, yuan Shaojing felt like seeing Li Yanyu.
Looking at her deeply, yuan Shaojing finally spoke again.
"Now, these are all yours."
………………
Outside the door.
Yuan Su Su's vision sweeps through every room in the hotel and finally falls back to Cheng Lingyun.
"Didn't you think of that, mom?"
Yuan Su Su sat down slowly opposite her and tucked her long hair back behind her ears.
The scar from the brow bone to the chin is exposed.
"I can still sit in front of you."
Yuan Su Su poured himself a glass of water and began to drink it.
When lifting the wrist, it shows the trace that the hands are tied on the hospital bed and can't move. It's red and swollen.
"Talk to you."
Yuan Su Su at this time, where there are the first ladies like children.
The intense resentment in her eyes is like the scar on her body, which directly appears in the fundus of Cheng Lingyun's eyes.
"Did Lin Xiaojiu tell you something? Su Su, you are my daughter. How can I harm you? "
When Cheng Lingyun said this, maybe yuan Su Su's eyes were so terrible that her forehead fell in a cold sweat.
"Your current situation is not suitable for discharge, your wound is not good yet!"
With this sentence, she did not dare to look at Yuan Su Su's face again.
After all, the scar was self inflicted.
Hearing the speech, Yuan Su Su was not smiling, but mocking.
Does she really think she's a three-year-old?
"Mom, I don't know if it's your brother or sister in your stomach?"
These belong to Yanyu, no one can take them away except her. Day after day, year after year. Yuan Shaojing is waiting for Li Yanyu to come back one day, even if With a deep hatred for him. Over the years, yuan Shaojing has been dreaming every night. Dream about that day in the hospital. Dream of shot after she fell in his arms, compared with her numb expression, his panic and despair wanton. In those years, relying on her love for himself, he never gave her a good face. It's like she's not going to leave no matter what. Uncle. Yuan Shaojing closed his eyes. She's standing in her memory. Thin as cicada wings of the sun shrouded in the rain around, thin wrist, thin ankle, white beautiful. But in the twinkling of an eye, she lay in her arms covered with blood. Uncle, don't die. I have only you. She once in his most desperate helpless, misty rain embraces him, voice trembles to wake him up again and again. Silly girl. If he had been allowed to die at that time, would all the later things never happen again? Lin Hanxing didn't know what yuan Shaojing was thinking. She just pulled out a picture of a young man from a kraft paper bag. That's my sleeping aunt when I was young. In the black-and-white photos, she was dressed in a Qipao, with a narrow waist, eyes and eyebrows. At that time, Li Yanyu obviously did not know that there was a camera aimed at her. The flimsy and solitude of the fundus of the eye is easy to appear from the lens. Lin Hanxing's hand caresses the black and white photo. If you do this, you can wipe away the pain of aunt Mian at that time. "There is a clear record of all the industries that Yanyu left in Malaysia." Yuan Shaojing spoke in a deep voice. "What does Mr. Yuan mean?" Lin Hanxing looked up, with a cold light alienation in his eyes. Looking at by Lin Hanxing's eyes, yuan Shaojing was speechless. It is worthy of Yanyu's personal training. Many times, seeing her, yuan Shaojing felt like seeing Li Yanyu. Looking at her deeply, yuan Shaojing finally spoke again. "Now, these are all yours." Outside the door. Yuan Su Su's vision sweeps through every room in the hotel and finally falls back to Cheng Lingyun. "Didn't you think of that, mom?" Yuan Su Su sat down slowly opposite her and tucked her long hair back behind her ears. The scar from the brow bone to the chin is exposed. "I can still sit in front of you." Yuan Su Su poured himself a glass of water and began to drink it. When lifting the wrist, it shows the trace that the hands are tied on the hospital bed and can't move. It's red and swollen. "Talk to you." Yuan Su Su at this time, where there are the first ladies like children. The intense resentment in her eyes is like the scar on her body, which directly appears in the fundus of Cheng Lingyun's eyes. "Did Lin Xiaojiu tell you something? Su Su, you are my daughter. How can I harm you? " When Cheng Lingyun said this, maybe yuan Su Su's eyes were so terrible that her forehead fell in a cold sweat. "Your current situation is not suitable for discharge, your wound is not good yet!" With this sentence, she did not dare to look at Yuan Su Su's face again. After all, the scar was self inflicted. Hearing the speech, Yuan Su Su was not smiling, but mocking. Does she really think she's a three-year-old? "Mom, I don't know if it's your brother or sister in your stomach?"
