she collapsed, looking like she was twenty years old.Ye Ling's little hand has been held in the palm of Gu Yuejin's hand. She stood behind him cleverly, and let Wen Lan take a look at the performance...Chapter 2418

"Bingbing..."

"Call... Diandian, I have been thinking about you every minute of the past three years. Every bit is my love for you."

So, my daughter's name is Diandian.

Ye Ming's eyes were red. He nodded,"Okay, from now on, our daughter will be called Diandian."

Stupid.

They already have a daughter.

He Bing wanted to speak and tell him that she had given birth to a daughter for him.

But she was so tired that all the strength in her body was withdrawing, and she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

He Bing closed her eyes and never opened them again.

She fell asleep.

She still fell asleep.

Ye Ming didn't dare to lower his eyes or look down. The veins in the big palm that was holding the steering wheel popped. His heart ached so much. Every breath hurt, and it hurt so much that he couldn't live in pain.

Time returned to those nights many years ago, when he slept alone and alone in every corner of the world.

He was left behind.

From then on, he became a person again.

The world is so big that his home is gone.

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In this life, his love has nowhere to be placed.

He didn't know what kind of pain it was. The pain made his heart curl up, and the pain made his eyes boil with heat, but his eyes were dry and he didn't shed a single tear.

Now that his two big palms were clenching the steering wheel, her gradually cold body was lying on his strong thighs. His eyes suddenly became moist, and something was overflowing in his heart.

One drop, two drops, three drops... Tears fell from his eyes, blurring his vision for a moment.

The tears were so hot.

It burned his heart and burned him to death.

Time is irreversible, but it turns out that it is still too late.

He Bing.

His He Bing.

He once thought that He Bing was a gift from heaven to him. Over the years, heaven seemed to have begun to treat him extra preferential treatment, but He Bing was still taken back.

His thick and handsome shoulders began to move, but he never cried. He didn't know what a man would like when he cried, and he didn't know how to relieve the pain in his heart. He clenched his fists and put them to his lips, and he was at a loss.

All the flowers were withering, and his world was desolate.re gentle and serious, meticulously helping him put on his coat and tidying up his collar. Shangguan Mo felt her little hand fall on him, touching his heart every time.Shangguan Mo held her little han...