The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

Shui Anluo could naturally hear the ambiguous voice of him. If she got along with each other during this time, if she really didn't understand the meaning of Chu Cuiyi, she was really stupid.

Shui Anluo hurriedly reached out and supported him, feeling inexplicable in his heart.

Or sour, or painful, or-sweet!

"Don't be nice to me." Shui Anluo whispered suddenly, fearing that she would never be lost again.

Chu Cuiyi stepped downstairs for a moment, listening to her words, but she didn't think so. She didn't accept her goodness, it was all because of Mo Lu. It was as if she had left the water house. In order to let Mo Luyu send her back.

The more he thought about it, the more ugly Chu Chuyi's face was.

But Shui Anluo, who lowered her head, didn't notice the change in his face, and still struggled in his heart.

Chu Cuiyi split her hand and let go of her arm, holding on to the railing.

Shui Anluo was curious because of the sudden coldness, looked up at the back of Chu Cuiyi's downstairs, and his heart became more and more puzzled, what's wrong?

What Shui Anluo didn't know was that when Chu Cuiyi was worried about her and even gave her space, she got into another man's car. This shock was dazzling to Chu Cuiyi.

Chu Cuiyi has never wronged himself. Since Shui Anluo pierced his eyes, he naturally wanted to find it. Who is the most direct candidate for Shui Anluo?

"Uncle Chu, drive to the hospital." This time, Chu Cuiyi did not discuss with Shui Anluo, but made his own decision.

"I ..." Shui Anluo wanted to refute. She didn't say to go to the hospital, but Chu Cuiyi's cold eyes swept over, Shui Anluo shut up decisively.

The baby fell asleep, and the mother took care of her at home. Shui Anluo didn't need to worry. He bowed his head and kissed his son's face, and whispered, "I hope my grandpa is fine."

Remove the tense breathing in the car along the way without any additional sound.

Shui Anluo looked down at his father and wanted to call his mother, but he was afraid of worrying his mother.

Shui Anluo followed Chu Cuiyi to the hospital. There were many reporters at the door. Chu Cuiyi took her directly to the staff passage.

Ink cloud was in the intensive care unit, and no one could visit. When Shui Anluo arrived, Shui Anjiao and An Jiahui were not there, which saved them from being in trouble.

The ink cloud in the monitoring room was lying on the bed with a respirator on his nose. Shui Anluo stood at the door and looked inside, pressing his hands on the door.

The scenes of the past appear in front of his eyes, his good, his unfeeling.

["Get out, get out with your sinners, my ink cloud won't give someone a child."]

Lightning and thunder accompanied his angry roar, the sound that had been echoing in his ears throughout the year.

The heavy rain that day, she and her mother left Shuijia. She asked her mother: Are you uncomfortable?

Mom said: There is nothing sad. People who really love you will not doubt you, but those who doubt you do not love you. Since you do not love you, why do you care?

She didn't know how her mother was so calm, because she couldn't learn and couldn't care less.

"Master." Uncle Chu came over and whispered in Chu Cuiyi's ear.

Chu Muyi frowned, looking up at Uncle Chu: "Are you sure?"

Shui Anluo curiously looked down at Chu Muyi, who frowned, feeling that what Uncle Chu said had something to do with her.