Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

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Max took note of this.

He stepped forward and held Talia's shoulders before she fell, "Talia, what's wrong with you, what's she going to do to you?"

Talia barely managed to squeeze out a smile, "No ...... it's fine."

That doesn't look like nothing.

"You tellthe truth, what's going on." Max's tone grew serious.

But Talia bit the bullet and refused to let go, "It's really okay, she's just scaring me, we, we should go back."

After saying this, he hurried forward.

Max catches up with her.

Just as she pulled on the arm, Talia shouted nervously, "I'm really fine, you believe me, really!"

Max's expression was more than a little complicated, and opened his mouth to warn, "I believe you, but Talia, you're going in the

opposite direction."

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Talia snapped back to her senses and dropped her head to walk away.

The two had no words all the way, each carrying their own preoccupations.

By the the got back to the cottage, Old Mr. Pearson was already waiting impatiently.

| was just about to rush up to pick up the ingredients when | noticed Talia's lips.

That red and swollen look, what else could be the case.

Immediately, he dragged Max to the side, "You boy, became?"

"Hmm." Max nodded, but his interest was not very high.

Old Mr. Pearson is very dissatisfied, "What kind of attitude is this, although it has succeeded in chasing Talia to the hand, but it is

not completely successful, if you do not treat Talia well, | will let someone, let someone snatch Talia away ah!"

"I'll be good to her." Max replied.

Without waiting for Old Mr. Pearson to ask further questions, Max had already turned to leave.

Old Mr. Pearson was baffled.

What's going on here.

It was hard to chase Talia to the hand, should not grin out eight teeth, how so dumb and dreary look.

Is it possible to be confused with joy?

Unable to figure it out, Old Mr. Pearson went to Bonnie and asked her to analyze it.

Bonnie rubbed her chin in serious thought.

Halfway through, shaking his head at Old Mr. Pearson's expectant look, "I can't guess."

Old Mr. Pearson was disappointed beyond belief.

"Grandpa, if you want to know so much, just go ahead and ask." Bonnie suggested, "If my brother doesn't tell you, Talia will

definitely tell you."

Old Mr. Pearson waved his hand, "You don't know Talia well enough, she is more stubborn than Max, once she decided that she

can't say something, she will not say anything."

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It is useless to ask.

"So." Bonnie nodded, "So, I'll go ask around for you?"

Old Mr. Pearson waited for these words.

Immediately reached out and patted Bonnie's shoulder, "Grandpa knew you were the most powerful, go ahead and make sure you

find out the good news!"

Bonnie then found a reason to slowly rub up against Max.

At the moment Max is building a charcoal fire.

Usually a little bit on the wood, but today it seems to deliberately work against him, always can not be lit, it is difficult to get a

spark, but also will soon go out.

It wasn't until Bonnie walked up and handed him the helper alcohol candle, "Brother, you didn't put this in."

Max stared at the combustion alcohol candle for several seconds and finally cback to his senses, "No wonder it has been lit

otherwise, so | forgot to put this."

"You have something on your mind." Bonnie went straight to the point, "Tell me, about Talia, | can help you advise, after all, | am

also a woman, women know women best."

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