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Aunt Lan looked nervous, but Li Xuan didn't look at her.

Li Xuan's eyes stared at Nie Chen, who was standing not far away, as if he would pounce at any moment.

Nie Chen's anger was written on his face, and the roots of his teeth were sour.

Aunt Lan saw that Li Xuan could not be persuaded to move, and she did not dare to step forward easily, for fear of stimulating Li Xuan.

Then, she walked up to Nie Chen again and said, "Sir, Miss Li has been fine all these days, and she has never been 'sick', don't do this again, you will scare her ......"

Aunt Lan didn't know what was going on, thinking that Li Xuan's spirit was really abnormal.

But Nie Chen also knows better than anyone that Li Xuan is not sick at all.

Nie Chen withdrew his gaze from Li Xuan's face, didn't look at Aunt Lan, turned around, and strode out.

Soon, there was a heavy sound of the door closing downstairs.

It wasn't until the sound of the door closing that Li Xuan's hand holding the handle of the knife loosened.

Seeing this, Aunt Lan hurriedly ran over and took the knife out of Li Xuan's hand.

As he took the knife, he said, "Well, what are you doing here?" If there is anything you can't say well, you have to see each other, it's good if you don't get hurt, if you hurt someone, you will regret it in the future. ”

Li Xuan turned a deaf ear to Aunt Lan's words.

Her body was still trembling from a distance, and her fingers were cold.

When Aunt Lan went out with the sharp fruit knife, Li Xuan's tense nerve relaxed.

She lowered her head and looked at her already bulging lower abdomen, feeling insecure like never before.

She didn't know if such a thing would happen, and if it did, how would she protect herself and how she would protect the child in her womb......

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meanwhile

Jin'an, China.

Li Shenxing woke up from a nightmare.

Until he sat up from the bed, his mood still did not calm down.

The suffocating feeling that made him jealous and about to lose his mind was the first time in his life.

In the scene of sleep, Li Xuanzheng and Nie Chen staged a scene of fish and water.

Nie Chen's domineering and enterprising, Li Xuan's tactful pandering, and his breath were turbulent, and he was red-eyed when he saw it.

He wanted to rush over and separate the two bodies.

However, he couldn't open the lock in front of him.

He had tried almost everything, kicking and kicking, but the door was still fine.

Listening to Li Xuan's suppressed voice, it came to his ears one by one, and he acted like a lion who had gone crazy.

He yelled at the inside with all his might: "Li Xuan, you are sorry for me!" Li Xuan—"

Just when he was hoarse and couldn't call Li Xuan back, Li Shenxing finally woke up.

At the moment, the sweat was dripping from his forehead.

In the dark, he sat on the bed, looking at the quilt on his lap, and his reason still did not return.

He angrily picked up his phone and called.

As if he had lost his mind, he dialed Li Xuan's number over and over again.

Unfortunately, no matter how many times he dialed, it was always a cold mechanical voice: "The call you made is down......"

Down, down.

These words lingered in his mind.

But what he couldn't get rid of was the fact that Li Xuan and Nie Chen were together.

Li Shenxing forced himself to calm down.

He turned around and reached out to turn on the sleep light on the bedside table.

Then, he scooped up the cigarette case on the bedside table, took a cigarette out of it, and put it directly into his mouth.

The moment he lit the cigarette with a lighter, Li Shenxing finally calmed down.

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