Xia Youxin underneath her suddenly wailed, holding her stomach and moaning slightly. Ye Qianmo's face changed, and he stood up and was about to call someone. Xia Youxin grabbed Ye Qianmo's hand and said with a flushed face: "

It doesn't matter, it's the baby that's moving."

Ye Qianmo didn't really relax until he saw Xia Youxin's face returned to normal. Seeing Xia Youxin's face turn red again, Ye Qianmo's voice had a hint of coldness: "She kicked you again?"

Xia Youxin shook her head, shyly pointed at Ye Qianmo's erect body, and whispered, "Isn't this okay?"

Ye Qianmo looked at Xia Youxin with a gentle smile, moved Xia Youxin with his wet hands, and said softly and hoarsely: "Maybe you can feel it for yourself."

Back in Washington, Xia Youxin gathered her clothes uncomfortably, trying to remove the mark that Ye Qianmo deliberately left on her neck. There was a slight noise from upstairs. Xia Youxin looked up and her eyelids suddenly opened wide.

, a flowerpot fell straight towards Xia Youxin from upstairs.

"Youxin, be careful!" Xue Wenjun turned over and hugged Xia Youxin. The flower pot hit Xue Wenjun's back impartially.

Xia Youxin hugged Xue Wenjun, her hands were sticky with blood. When she opened her hands, she saw that the warm blood was covered with the back of Xue Wenjun's head. In the hospital, Xue Wenjun smiled and said to Xia Youxin, whose eyes were red: "I'm really fine.

, a child like you will be a crybaby when he is born."

Xia Youxin cried when she thought of how many stitches the doctor had stitched on the back of Xue Wenjun's head: "Get well quickly."

"If you want me to get better soon, just stay by my side." Xue Wenjun looked into Xia Youxin's eyes and promised seriously.

He said loudly: "The last thing I want to see is you being in trouble. I will wait until one day a ray of sunshine named Xia Youxin shines into my heart."

Xia Youxin sniffed and apologized with some choking: "This is all my fault. It would be fine if I didn't leave from there."

There was a thunder outside the window, and soon it started to rain. Xue Wenjun's voice was cold and stern: "This may not be an accident."

Xue Wenjun's words frightened Xia Youxin. She returned to Washington all the way. This place full of conspiracies seemed even more gloomy in the rain. She came to Mary's room out of habit. Xia Youxin asked Karl: "Is grandma feeling better?"

Karl shook his head and said worriedly: "I've been unconscious all this time, and I don't know how long I can last."

Returning to the room, Xia Youxin was surprised to find that her room had been disturbed again. What did that person want? Xia Youxin began to look at the room. It was a very ordinary girl's room, full of pink. Xia Youxin

As I walked around, my eyes fell on the girl in the frame.

Although Xue Wenjun said that Yuanyuan had plastic surgery after Xia Youxin, you could still see between her eyebrows that Yuanyuan should be a cheerful girl, and Xia Youxin sighed slightly.

"Meow!" A white shadow from the window fell on Xia Youxin, knocking the photo frame in Xia Youxin's hand to the ground.

"Cupid! Where have you been!" Xia Youxin pounced on the pink powder standing on Cupid's body and pinched it carefully: "Blush? There should be no blush in this Washington Palace, so who is using it?

?" Cupid made Xia Youxin feel confused.

Seeing Cupid trying to jump to the ground, Xia Youxin hurriedly stopped him and said: "Cupid, wait a minute, I'll clean up the broken glass first!"

The voice stopped following Xia Youxin's gaze. Behind the broken glass behind the round photo, there was another photo. Xia Youxin picked up the photo. It was a woman with long curly hair and a white suit.
Chapter completed!