That day, Xiao Jingshu gently took her hand and chose the appearance of her wedding dress. She was extremely elegant, but she was also very concerned.

She smiled and said to her, "young girl, you're so good. It's cheaper for you to marry ah Xiao. It's really his blessing. If that boy bullies you in the future, mother Huo will decide for you!"

"Mom Huo, brother ah Xiao won't bully Qingqing. He said he would protect Qingqing forever!"

"You are so used to that boy ah Xiao!"

"No? Brother ah Xiao is Qingqing's husband and Qingqing's favorite. Naturally, Qingqing will protect him and give everything for him!"

At that time, Xiao Jingshu also tapped her on the head and said to her with a gentle smile, "Qing girl, although I am very happy to have a daughter-in-law like you with ah Xiao, but Qing girl, you paid enough for ah Xiao three years ago! Promise mom Huo to love yourself well in the future, even ah Xiao, if you love again, seven points is enough, and the remaining three points are enough to love yourself!"

"No, I want to give brother ah Xiao a lot of love, all of me!"

"Silly girl, you really make me feel that ah Xiao is not worthy of you!"

Xiao Jingshu sighed and held her in her arms.

At the end of the memory, Shen Qingqing never thought that she and Huo tingxiao would have such a situation today. They hate each other to the bone.

Shen Qingqing knelt in front of Xiao Jingshu's cemetery. Her tears were like a flood opening the gate. She couldn't stop.

But tears are hot, but her heart is cold.

Her fingertips were on the black tombstone, and the coolness ran into her heart, "Mom Huo, Qingqing came to see you!"

No matter how she and Huo tingxiao were, the woman in front of her gave her warmth she had never felt. Since childhood, although she was the eldest miss of the Shen family, I don't know why, her mother was not good to her. The so-called father was only strict with her.

What her father said to her most was that she was the heir of the Shen family. She could not lose the face of the Shen family in her words and deeds.

Until she met Huo tingxiao's mother, she didn't know that it was so warm to have a mother's pain.

"Mom Huo, I'm sorry, Qingqing came to see you so late. You won't blame Qingqing, will you?" Shen Qingqing cried, tears blurred her eyes. "Did you see ah Yan below? Is he very good? Qingqing thought, you will like him very much, and he will like your grandmother very much!"

Referring to ah Yan, a sharp voice suddenly came from Shen Qingqing's mind. With a pale face, she knelt in front of Xiao Jingshu's tomb, and the sharp voice became louder and louder, and she heard it clearly——

"Brother ah Xiao, where are you? Help me... Help Qingqing... Qingqing hurts... Hurts -"

"Brother ah Xiao, save the child, please..."

She seemed to see herself lying on the narrow prison bed, breathing the air, and her pale face was covered with bean sized beads of sweat and bright red blood.

The dirty white sheets were wet with blood and sweat.

This is the night she gave birth to ah Yan.

That kind of heart rending pain is a desperate but deep-rooted dying struggle, but he can't escape, or even reduce the slightest pain for himself. He can only let the pain spread to all parts of his body!

"I beg you, will you let me call? Let me call -"