Sky-priced cute baby, mommy is poisonous

"Remote..."

Yaoji hummed, whether he wanted to cry or not, or maybe it was because he was in a dream so he couldn't cry. He slept very restlessly, with his little hands clutching the quilt, his brows almost knit together.

Ling Shaojuan looked at her, immediately hugged her, pressed her head on his arm, and gently comforted her. I don't know why this girl is always dreaming these days, and she can't sleep at all.

Ling Shaojun asked the doctor. The doctor said that when the childbirth is about to happen, the mood of pregnant women will fluctuate, and sometimes they can't sleep well, so they told him not to worry.

"Dad..." Yaoqi finally cried again, opened his eyes suddenly, hugged Ling Shaojun sideways and cried loudly.

"I'm so uncomfortable, I'm about to die..."

Ling Shaojuan gently supported every inch of her skin, he just felt that the heating was hot, and he couldn't explain that feeling with his eyes closed, he just wanted to love her and spoil her, even if he made himself angry half dead.

Seeing Yaoqi fell asleep again, Ling Shaojuan slowly got up from the bed and went downstairs. Mother Luo had already woken up and was busy in the kitchen.

"Mom, let me do it!" Luo's mother wanted to say no, but for some reason, when Luo's mother was cutting the sausage, her hand was cut by the knife.

"Mom!" Ling Shaojuan immediately walked over.

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't know what I was thinking just now? Leave me alone." Luo's mother began to pour water on her finger. Seeing blood in the first year of junior high school is very unlucky, and Luo's mother is very superstitious.

Uncle Li came down from upstairs, and when he walked into the kitchen, he saw Ling Shaojun rummaging through his arms. Mother Luo was standing in front of the faucet, and Uncle Li walked over.

"Let me get you some medicine."

"Okay, I'll leave Shaojun's kitchen to you." Mother Luo was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay!" Luo's mother left. At this moment, Ling Shaojun's phone rang suddenly. Xu Tang, who was a freshman in junior high school, was still sleeping in the guest room. Who was calling at this time.

Ling Shaojun frowned tightly looking at the phone number on the phone. The name on it was Dongfang Yu.

Why did this guy call him? He quickly answered the phone, "It's something."

"Ling Shaojun, Luo Yunchuan is ill."

"What?" This sentence was definitely a bolt from the blue, "How could this be?"

"I don't know, the situation is very serious..." Dongfang Yu couldn't say a word after that. When he got married last time, he said that. He thought that Yaoji would not marry Ling Shaojun, but she I still took it.

This time he really wanted to call and tell Yaoqi directly, but he was worried about her body. After all, she was pregnant, and he was worried that she would be stimulated, but he still told Ling Shaojun first.

"Is there a way? Use me to contact Lan Meier?"

"Lan Meier, right here, just very pessimistic, Lin Mo said that his condition is not suitable for surgery at all."

Ling Shaojun actually knew in his heart that if such a big thing hadn't happened, Dongfang Yu wouldn't have called him.

"Okay, I get it, I don't want Yaoji to know about it."

"Well, I understand. I just want to tell you to take good care of her." Since he can't get her, he doesn't want her to be hurt.

Ling Shaojun hung up the phone. He knew that Dongfang Yu really loved her, and there was no need to be short of himself, and Luo Yunchuan, but he seemed to be lucky among them, but he was also the most unfortunate, because he used the most despicable means, got him.

He felt his eyes a little sore, because he was very jealous of Luo Yunchuan, and he was more afraid of Luo Yunchuan's death than anyone else, because he would never be able to win against a dead person.

In Singapore Hospital, Luo Yunchuan walked into the ward again, looking at Dongfang Yu, Lin Mo, and Lan Meier on the side. He has become friends with this woman since the last operation, more precisely, Lan Meier My son likes Luo Yunchuan, but she knows that Luo Yunchuan likes distant futures.

The sunlight outside the window fell on the hospital bed, Luo Yunchuan smiled, he didn't blame God, he just hoped to give him a little more time, so that he could see the birth of the child and hear the child call "uncle".

Luo Yunchuan took the pill from Lan Meier's hand, and put it in his mouth, "How is that woman Li Shujie checking?" He already knew everything about Ling Shaojuan. No, he won't let him go, anyway, he won't live long.

Dongfang Yumo's eyes shone like stars: "Leave this matter alone, and let me rest assured."

Ling Shaojuan nodded, his face was pale, his handsome cheeks were a little thinner, he looked more and more tired, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"Yu, Lin Mo, and Mei'er, if I'm not here, you must take care of her for me..."

After all, weeping, Dongfang Yu and Lin Mo tested their heads, and Lan Meier reached out to hold Luo Yunchuan's hand, "Don't worry, you will be fine, you can definitely think of a way."

"Thank you!" Luo Yunchuan withdrew his hand from Lan Meier's, and then slowly closed his eyes.

There were tears in his eyes, but there was a faint smile on the corners of his lips. His brain was full of the past with Yaoju when he was a child, and the two were only two years apart.

For so many years, he has been protecting her from growing up, until she married someone else three years ago, when he felt that the world was gloomy.

No one can understand Luo Yunchuan's kind of love, even Dongfang Yu and Lin Mo can't understand it. When he knew Yaoqi got married three years ago, he hated his father a little at that time. Why did he adopt Yaoqi? Why is she her own sister.

If it wasn't for my sister, it would be a wonderful thing for them to meet at the right time, fall in love, and then get married.

It's just such an identity, telling him that he can't ask for it, want it, be greedy, or wish it is very tiring.

His lifeline at this moment is like a long precarious thread, but the longer it is stretched, the easier it is to break.

The love when I was young was an affectionate love engraved in the bones, and no one understood it.

Lan Meier looked at his state at this moment, and stretched out her hand to hold her hand again. She is a woman who has no desires and desires, and she can see everything in the world clearly, but she can't see Luo Yunchuan clearly at this moment.

She was also jealous that Luo Yaoqi could get such selfless love.

"Mei'er, do you know how much my heart hurts? I watched her marry someone else in a wedding dress, and she became someone else's wife. I didn't want to see any of this. I could only stand far away... ..."

Luo Yunchuan suddenly spoke again.For him, death is no longer an ordeal but a relief. He can't destroy it, so he can only disappear by himself.

He is cowardly, because he dare not destroy her happiness, he can only let himself disappear with the stars in the sky, never to be seen again.

Lan Mei'er, who was holding his hand, tears formed a river on her face.