Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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She doesn't need anything, she just needs to live a little lemon.

Fu Qinglun tickled her thin lips, and her voice was dumb, "You're for me, don't you want me?"

Lin Shizhen stepped back a little, and backed up a little bit, "Whenever little lemon suffers, I always think, shouldn't I have given birth to her three years ago, when doctors advised me to have an abortion? It was my selfishness that my mother was gone and left me alone. I felt very lonely. I wanted to give her birth to accompany me. "

"But, Little Lemon hasn't had a good life with me. She is always sick. Because of this sepsis, she can't play like a normal child. She laughs in the sun. She's premature. It has become what it is now. "

"I want to save her. I really want to save her. It hurts here. I can't breathe because it hurts ..."

The comb-like quiver kept trembling, Lin Shizhen reached out and held his hand in the position of her atrium. She wanted to pull out her heart so that she would not feel pain.

The white eyes were red, and her clear eyes were covered with a layer of water. In the cold winter wind, she was cold, as if the wind would fall.

Fu Qinglun felt painful, and every breath was painful. He had known each other for so many years. For the first time, he saw the cold and stubborn and arrogant poems showing such a soft and fragile side.

After all, it was his fault.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't hurt her body and fall into this habitual miscarriage.

His throat was astringent, and he stretched out his palm, took a step forward, and wanted to hug her, "Poetry ..."

"Do not touch me!"

Lin Shizhen avoided it, and she looked at him alertly, "Fu Qinglun, don't touch me, please ... as soon as you get closer, I feel more pain here ... not the most painful, but more painful, Don't force me ... "

Fu Qinglun's footsteps were stiff, and he couldn't take the first half step anymore. It was the same sentence echoing in his ears --- don't force me.

Now every minute he approached, he was forcing her.

He knows her love for him.

She had previously said that even if she was killed, she would not let him have children with other women.

Now it is not her death, but the life of little lemon.

On one side was him, and on the other was little lemon, and she was out of breath.

Give him up, she's bleeding.

Now, no one is more painful than her.

His love became her deepest pain.

Fu Qinglun froze slowly in the mid-air palm, his eyes turned red, and he raised his lips, knowing that he should not do so again.

What should he do to make her no longer so painful.

He will protect his woman and daughter.

"Okay, Shishi, I called Si Kong and was planning to find a surrogate mother. I will have children with other women, and I will definitely save Little Lemon." Fu Qinglun said softly.

Listening to his promise, Lin Shizhen heard the sound of his heart falling to the ground. He agreed, and he agreed.

However, her heart fell to the ground, shattered, and shattered to the ground.

She heard her heartbreaking voice.

With her head down, she looked at her toes. Her clear voice didn't sound any emotional fluctuations. It was like telling something, "Well, the sooner this thing is, the better, little lemon can't wait."

"Shishi, I'll take you home."

Lin Shizhen shook his head. "No, you can go back by yourself. And ... I want to move out of Gutenberg. I want to rent an apartment near the hospital to take care of the little lemon."

Fu Qinglun's dark eyes shrank suddenly, "You want to move out?"

She even wanted to separate from him.

She said that she could not rub the sand in her eyes, and she did not expect that she would not get rubbed like this.

He always knew that she was so cruel.

"Poetry ..."

"Go back, I'm gone."

Without waiting for him to speak, Lin Shizhen turned and walked in the opposite direction.

"Shishi!"

"Fu Qinglun, don't follow me, let me pant."

Fu Qinglun tried to catch up with her footsteps. With heavy weight under his feet, he could only watch her clear figure disappear into his sight.

she left.

Lopsided.

Fu Qinglun's two large palms slumped to his side turned into fists, his eyes turned red, and he almost exhausted his whole body to restrain himself from chasing her.

Let her go.

Let her go and she won't be so sad.

Let her pant.

Give her a little personal space and set her free.

Fu Qinglun looked up at the bustling neon lights across the road, and her pale lips drew a faint and sarcastic arc. The five-month wedding was like a dream, and now she wakes up.

He turned and went in the opposite direction.

...

After getting into the Maybach luxury car, he slowly started the car and galloped on the road.

In the car, he hung Bluetooth to his ear, and his long fingers dialed out Sikong's phone number.

Soon, Si Kong answered there, "Hey, Asson."

Fu Qinglun pressed his two big palms on the steering wheel, and the neon lights passed by. Through the bright glass windows, he reflected bright and charming beams of light on his handsome features. He moved his thin lips expressionlessly. "The matter of surrogacy is left to you. Choose high-quality eggs and find a responsible surrogacy. I don't want any extranodes."

Sikong silent for a few seconds. "Asson, did you really decide?"

Fu Qinglun snorted, "Well."

"Okay, leave it to me." Si Kong hung up the phone.

Fu Qinglun took the bluetooth in his ear and dropped it in the co-pilot seat. The compartment was very quiet, so quiet that it made people panic.

There was an empty piece in his heart, and this piece became bigger and bigger, which gradually made him intolerable.

A sharp brake sounded, and Maybach stopped on the side of the road.

Fu Qinglun hit the steering wheel, and Maybach turned a corner and galloped away.

He wanted to find her.

He is going to find her.

He was afraid that if he let go, she would really leave.

Either selfish or greedy, he wants little lemon's health, besides, he also loves the softness that she gives.

Maybach dropped his head, and Fu Qinglun's dark eyes looked through the bright car window, looking for the familiar pretty figure on the street.

He wants to find her.

But couldn't find it.

She's gone, it shouldn't be that fast, why can't she find her?

Fu Qinglun dialed the familiar phone number.

The melodious ringtone of the cell phone rang again, and the other end was picked up. Lin Shizhen's clear voice passed over, "Where are you?"

"Where are you?"

Two people spoke at the same time.

Fu Qinglun's heart jumped. He raised his eyes and glanced back through the rearview mirror. On the street behind, the crowd spread out, revealing a delicate and pretty figure. Lin Shizhen stood on the street, holding his mobile phone in his hand. Stand on tiptoes and look around.

Fu Qinglun stopped quickly and opened the door of his car. He said, "Poetry."

Lin Shizhen looked here, and the next second, she pulled out her thin legs and ran over to him ...