The Young Master’s Bride

The little girl flickered a pair of big eyes and looked at Ye Qingge with a little timidity, her little hand tightly holding the stair railing.

Ye Qingge's brain throbbed. Even without DNA confirmation, she knew that the little girl in front of her was her daughter...

It was her daughter, after this knowledge exploded in her mind...

Ye Qingge's body seemed to have been drained of blood, and she collapsed instantly, causing her to kneel on the floor.

Covering his heart, unable to say a word, Ye Qingge beat his chest hard, and there was pain and colic.

She was almost unable to breathe as if there was a big rock stuck there.

The little girl watched Ye Qingge suddenly turn around and ran upstairs. The speed was too fast, the pace was too small, and the slippers ran away.

Seeing the little girl disappearing at the top of the stairs, Ye Qingge couldn't move even if she wanted to move, she couldn't cry even if she wanted to cry, and she couldn't shout...

I yelled in my heart, "Don't go, don't go... Mom finally found you, don't go..."

Ye Qingge was so afraid that this was a dream, she bit her tongue anxiously, very painful...

The painful Ye Qingge staggered to her feet, but fell heavily again, her body was able to move, she almost crawled towards the top of the stairs.

Just when Ye Qingge was able to support her body, the little girl ran downstairs again, holding a water glass in her hand. As she moved downstairs, the water in the water glass overflowed...

The little girl squatted in front of Ye Qingge and brought a cup with only one-third of the water to her.

There was a look of trepidation on her tender face, but those big eyes looked at Ye Qingge with a curious look...

The tears slipped silently from Ye Qingge's eyes, dripping into the water glass...

The little girl looked at Ye Qingge and cried, and pointed to the water cup with some error, and then gave it to her mouth.

Ye Qingge took the water glass with a trembling hand and took it to his mouth to drink...

The water is sweet and delicious...

Scratching his throat made Ye Qingge feel better...

But the lips are still trembling, and the hands are...

White and trembling hands touched the pink face, but only when they touched that, Ye Qingge cried bitterly...

Then she hugged the little girl into her arms uncontrollably, hugged tightly, sobbing...

How many nights in her dreams, she dreamed that she touched her daughter's small face, so smooth and white, but when she woke up, it was a cold room...

Kissing the soft hair of the little girl, this is her daughter, her daughter...

The daughter she has been ashamed of all her life...

The little soft body struggled in Ye Qingge's arms, but did not make any sound.

Ye Qingge let go of the little girl slightly, but the child pushed her away and looked at her from a distance, with a look of panic in her **** eyes.

Ye Qingge's heart seemed to be stabbed fiercely with a three-sided knife, and then swiveled a few times. She was about to die in pain...

Ye Qingge squirmed her mouth, opened her mouth several times without saying anything, the child looked at herself defensively, like a frightened deer.

The horrified look made her heart hurt.

"What is your name?"

After trying several times, I finally asked this sentence with crying. What Ye Qingge wanted to say most was that I am your mother, but she was afraid that she would scare the child, so she held it back abruptly!

"She can't speak!"

Just when Ye Qingge's voice just fell, a man's feminine voice came from the door, so low and so deep...