The child can no longer be preserved?

Wu Zhixuan had promised her that he would not end this marriage, but she had to endure it as well.

But now that the wedding photos were available, and the newspapers had already published them, how could it not end?

And on Jiang Shuxia's side, she was not the first one to see this colorful letter, she was the first one Lingxuyao saw.

The man's piercing phoenix eyes swept over her as his thin lips curled up slightly. This photo really wasn't an ordinary one.

Jiang Shuxia washed his hands and then placed them on the man's neck.

"What are you looking at?"

"Your MMS!" Lingxuyao tilted his head, holding onto his mobile phone, he handed it over to her.

Jiang Shuxia still did not take back her hand, her small mouth muttering to herself, "Wait till my hand is dry, then we'll see, who sent it?"

The man's thin lips curled up as he pulled her to the front and sat her on his firm thigh. You think I'm a dryer? "