"My adoptive father loves me the most..."
"He hasn't married yet because he's afraid that my stepmother won't treat me well, and he's also afraid that my servants will neglect me if I have my own flesh and blood."
Her lips are full of color, and her eyebrows are delicate, like a begonia that has been carefully cared for and soaked in spring water.
Unfortunately, she is in a wheelchair.
This wheelchair was also made by my adoptive father.
For many years, he was the only one in her world.
Recently, she quietly got acquainted with the maid who worked in the laundry room.
"Although my legs are inconvenient, I can still do things like changing socks, washing, and combing my hair..." Fu Nong said with a hint of sadness, "But my adoptive father is always worried. He now has heavy government affairs and has to take care of me personally..."
The maidservant Huanyi suddenly swallowed her throat: "Then... Where is the menstrual belt?"
Fulong's cheeks were slightly red: "Why are you asking this? Of course the maid will take care of it."
The maidservant in Huanyi came closer, with a surprised look on her face: "But I didn't intend to see it... The master of the house came specially to get it the night before, and even fetched water in the courtyard with his own hands... To wash it."
Fulong was stunned, and the blush on his face faded away little by little.
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On the night of her escape, the wind carried the fragrance of flowers and held up her scattered hair. The night dew was wet and cold, and my legs and feet were slightly lame, but I never looked back.
There were sparkling waves in front of the moat, and she suddenly stopped. The bridge cables had been lifted high.
Gradually, a torch lit up deep in the night. The Imperial Army retreated like a tide, and a familiar figure appeared.
Her adoptive father, Cui Heyu, was approaching step by step with a smile.
The moonlight shines down, and he still looks calm and calm.
Fu Nong's calves began to tremble.
"Thick." Cui Heyu's eyes turned red.
He slowly leaned over, placed his palm lightly against her slightly bulging belly, and sighed in a soft voice, coaxing her.
"It's windy outside, and you and your children... Can't stand it."
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1. The age difference is 12 years, the man is a clean man, and they are not related by blood.
2. The heroine's legs are not good at the beginning, but they will recover later.
The copy is scheduled for 26.2.18 And there are screenshots of chat records and other evidence.
Conception:?
