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A big hot hand was put on her lower abdomen, and the heat kept pouring into her body. She quickly held the big hand as if she was afraid he would run away.

Sir Long felt the little girl's dependence on her, but his heart was dripping with blood. This cruel little girl killed her child, and he should torture her well!

But why, when she saw her suffering, he felt more painful ...

Her small body is really cold and icey. The doctor said that although it is a miscarriage operation, it is also called a small birth. Normally, it is confinement. Touching cold water is an absolute taboo. Species.

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When Su Qianxun woke up, she was lying alone on the bed. She teased her lips and laughed. It turned out that she was dreaming. Long Sijie now hated her so much that she might not even want to see her. How could she come to hug her? What about her.

Thinking of the little girl here feels extra bitter, but what makes her feel strange is that her body seems to be much more comfortable, and the pain in the lower abdomen has been reduced a lot.

Su Qianxun was awakened by hunger. Because she had numbness at noon, she did not eat much, and did not eat at night. Now she is already protesting in her stomach.

It was early in the morning, and Su Qianxun thought that there should be no one in the kitchen, so she got out of bed and went to find something to eat.

When she arrived at the kitchen, she smelled a strong scent. When the little girl went in, she saw that the soup was being stewed on the stove, and the soup pot was steaming with white heat.

Su Qianxun walked over and opened the lid to take a look. The pot was stewed with a pot of chicken soup.

She put the lid on and went to the refrigerator to continue to find food, but there was nothing in the refrigerator. Su Chihun only now remembered that Jinyuan was not allowed to stay for dinner.

She took out a bit of dry noodles from the refrigerator, and after five minutes, a bowl of very light soup noodles came out of the pan, and Su Chihiro took the noodle bowl and went to the room.

As soon as Su Qianxun left, Lord Long stepped out from the side, holding a burning cigarette in his hand, watching the back of the little girl leaving, his heart was like being pinched by a big hand It was stuffy and painful, and his fingers were burned by the smoke to his frown.

Lord Long kept telling herself that she deserved it. Whoever asked her to destroy her children privately deserved her suffering.

But why his heart was still so uncomfortable, the urge to hug her seemed to be unstoppable.

Sir Long turned to watch the soup in the kitchen about to be stewed, and suddenly turned around and strode out.

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Su Qianxun had just finished eating the bowl of clear noodle soup, and the door of the room was knocked. Huanhuan pushed open the door and walked in. A tray of chicken soup was placed on the tray in his hand.

"Huanhuan, what is this?"

"Oh chicken soup. I stewed this chicken soup. I made a bowl for you to supplement your body." Huanhuan came over happily and lowered the tray.

"Will you be punished? You can take it back."

"No, it's a big pot. If you can see one less bowl, please drink it quickly. Drink it." Huanhuan stood up and asked Su Qianxun to drink.

Su Qianxun looked at the expression she was looking forward to, knowing that this was her kindness. She would not quit if she thought about her current physical condition. After all, she didn't know what was waiting for her tomorrow.

Thinking of this, she felt extra bitter ...

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Lord Long went to the hotel, he was afraid he would not help but feel soft toward Su Qianxun, although he knew that he had been softened ...