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855. Chapter 855 The Sourness in Long Yanlie's Heart 3

Fang Xueyan was in the car, her eyes were a little hot, but she couldn't tell what it was for.

Is it because I was worried that my son would be sick, or because I saw Long Yanlie with another woman with my own eyes, and that woman would replace her as Aze's mother in the near future?

She didn't know, but she was just a feeling of indescribable complexity in her heart.

"I should bless you, because it is already impossible to be with him; a man of such an excellent person will marry sooner or later, I have always understood, right? So, what's so sad about, as long as they can be good to my Aze..." She smiled and comforted herself.

But, as I smiled, tears fell.

In life, many things are easy to think about and difficult to do; but that is her only choice. Whether it is today or in the long and long days in the future, the world of Long Yanliu is isolated from her. Even if she meets them by chance at a certain street corner, she can only stand in the corner and look away.

The names Fang Xueyan and Long Yanlie cannot be put together.

With a far-fetched smile, she placed her hand on her abdomen. The emotional fluctuations in her belly seemed to feel them. She also had some fluctuations, making her feel her existence, as if she was saying: Mom, I am with you.

Yes, at least she has a baby.

*——Return of a big-name cold wife: Please sign the divorce—*

The winter sunset does not give people a warm feeling. On the contrary, it is like a cold red light that falls on people's body, causing people to be bruised all over.

The man's tall body fell into the lounge chair, with his eyes closed, his eyes thick under his thick eyebrows, and his high nose made the entire face more profound. His slightly raised thin lips were tightly closed at this time, and the curve was very beautiful. It was a lip shape that was very suitable for kissing, which was sexy and seductive.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and his eyebrows gradually frowned. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, with some traces of struggle in his eyes.

"Hu..." He took a deep breath, reached out and took a cigar on the table, turned on the lighter and lit it, took a deep breath, and sucked the clouds and mist.

The smoke that filled his face invaded his deep and handsome face into a hazy vague like a fairyland.

You can't see the secret he hides in the deepest part of his heart...

"Dad." Aze pushed open the door and walked in. He was wearing a small cotton jacket, and he looked even more chubby, like a ball of meat.

Long Yanlie came back to his senses, possessed himself and picked up Aze who was walking over, let him sit on his body, stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, and his body temperature returned to normal.

However, after all, he was sick, and Aze still looked a little sick. He touched his son's head with a warm palm and asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Sick people are the most vulnerable, and this vulnerability refers to the body and mind.

After Aze met Fang Xueyan in the afternoon, he kept thinking about it in his heart.
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