Chapter 872

  She knelt on the ground desperately to kowtow to He Junbai, and a fist-sized black purple bruise appeared on her white forehead.

  He Junbai turned a deaf ear. The hand stuck on her son's neck tightened. The cry of the child gradually became sluggish, and his face turned purple.

  He just looked at him so coldly, feeling this young life slowly passing by in his hands, and there was unspeakable madness in his eyes! Hostility, disgust, resentment, unwillingness to set off a raging fire, the child is usually extinguished, and he burns himself to the boundless hell!

  He really wants to kill him!

  Qiao Lian was crazy. At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind, that is to live, she must let her son live!

  She suddenly shouted at He Junbai: "No! Don't kill him! Don't you want to retaliate against Fei Wenxuan? Is it okay for father and son to kill him?"

  Before he finished speaking, He Junbai's hand stopped. He slowly looked at Qiao Lian, "What did you say?"

  Qiaolian wiped away the tears from his face, staggered to stand up, his eyes were firmer than ever.

  This is the first time she has a conversation with He Junbai on an equal footing.

   "I said, didn't you want to retaliate against Fei Wenxuan? It's better to try to kill them with their father and son."

  He Junbai stared at her carefully: "Go on."

  Qiao Lian glanced at the child, he has taken his hand away, and the child's face has returned to normal. She clutched her trousers tightly, doing everything she could to make her voice sound calm: "You just hate him. Although he is my son's biological father, they have never seen him before."

  She pointed at the child in his arms with trembling fingertips, “Now, the person holding him is you, and you are the one who is his father.”

  After He Junbai listened, his pupils shrank sharply, and he suddenly lowered his head to look at the ignorant baby in his arms.

Qiao Lian’s heart sank with a thump, as if she had fallen into a ten-thousand-year-old ice cellar. The biting cold wind surrounded her heavily. Her blood, her body, and her internal organs were all frozen, even she wanted to gush. The tears that came out were all stuck in his eyes.

  She stood there like a living dead, as if she was being overwhelmed. Seeing He Junbai's gaze softened, he even reached out his hand and gently stroked her son's small face.

  She knew she had succeeded.

  But her heart was bleeding and she couldn't cry.

  She will lose this child forever.

  "This child is the flesh that fell from you, why would you give him to me?" He Junbai suddenly raised his eyelids, and Qiao Lian knew it from just that glance, but he didn't believe her.

   "Take him away. You can do me a favor. I'm still young. It is impossible to keep the festival for Fei Wenxuan's scumbag and bring an oil bottle. How can I marry?"

  Qiao Lian's understatement persuaded He Junbai, he smiled coldly, "A woman is really the most ruthless creature in the world."

  When He Junbai took her son away, a cloud of fire burned in the sky, and the whole sky seemed to have been splashed with blood. It was weird and creepy.

That night, Qiao Lian took Qiao away. She went through different trains and cars. In order not to leave a trace, she had no fixed destination. Every time, she got off the train early and went to a completely unknown and unfamiliar distant place. .

  Since then, Qiao Yi and Zhu Jiu, who are twins, have completely moved toward two completely different destinies.

  After settling down, Qiao Lian gave Qiao a registered permanent residence right away, and decisively filled in male in the gender column.

  After the incident, she was still worried, afraid that He Junbai would kill the carbine and find out something, and forced Qiao to draw ugly scars on her face, and she would not compromise no matter how she cried.

  (End of this chapter)