Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

"Posthumous child?" Ye Yanmo's face changed slightly. Could it be...

No, the date is wrong! It’s half a year off!

She didn't hesitate to kill his child back then, so why did she keep that man's posthumous child?

Is that man so important?![

Ye Yanmo's face turned even worse. (www

Yin Yanyan was afraid that he would become suspicious: "You don't have to try your best to find Yin Guo's father. He is already dead! He has been dead a long time ago!"

She didn't lie, Gu Siyu was already dead in her mind.

She buried his memories in that great change.

died?!

Ye Yanmo choked for a moment: "How did you die?"

"Dead is dead, does it matter how he died? Could it be that by asking how he died, Mr. Ye can resurrect him?"

Yin Yanyan sneered, her tone a little impatient.

Ye Yanmo was once again left speechless by her question. He took a step back and leaned against the door: "Yan Yan..."

"Mr. Ye, I'm not familiar with you, so you might as well call me Miss Yin. Also, thank you for sending me to the hospital. Mr. Ye is very busy, so don't waste your energy on me, a little person. Please come back."

."

"you……"

Ye Yanmo's face turned pale.

Since the two reunited, she has issued expulsion orders to him countless times.

Each time is more cruel, each time more cruel, and each time more hurtful...

She really fell in love with someone else.

She no longer has any love for herself, only hatred and sarcasm are left...

turn out to be--

The person who has been unable to let go of this relationship is actually myself who has always been cold and cold.

Is this retribution?[

"Yan Yan, do you hate me so much?"

"Yes!" Yin Yanyan answered hard-heartedly without hesitation!

One short word is like a death sentence for love,

Ye Yanmo looked at her, his eyes gradually turning cold.

He turned around and left without saying another word.

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Yin Yanyan's ward is on the 19th floor.

She stood in front of the window, watching Ye Yanmo's Maybach disappear like a gust of wind, and closed her eyes slightly.

She had looked like a female warrior full of fighting spirit just now, but now she seemed to have had all her strength drained away, and she slowly sat down.

My heart seems to be missing a piece suddenly...

If he leaves like this, he may have finally given up, right?

Maybe I won't bother her anymore.

The real you will walk your sunshine path, and I will walk my single-plank bridge. From now on, there will be no more relationship...

My heart felt like a very sharp silver needle pricked me, and the pain spread throughout my body...

It’s not that she was born a hedgehog and liked to prick him when she met him.

But she has never forgotten those pains, those hatreds, those grudges...

There were too many dead people and too many entanglements between them.

She can no longer resent him for being an undercover agent and ruining her family, but she can no longer marry him...

I can forgive him, but I can't accept him...

Every time I see him, the shadows of his father and brother will appear in my heart, and hatred will flow in my heart...

Perhaps, only by erecting the thorns all over the body can we cover up the fragility of our hearts and maintain our pretended strength...

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