The Queen of Gossip

She is still on the run.

After walking for about half an hour, she was so cold that she hugged herself with both hands, trying to keep the last warmth.

"elder sister--"

The boy ran forward in small steps and grabbed her sweater. His voice was hoarse, but surprisingly pleasant.

Su Wanqing's body paused for a moment, but her footsteps did not stop, her thin lips were slightly parted, and the words she spoke were as cold as ice.

"Get out! Don't follow me."

The boy didn't stop, didn't let go, and followed her stubbornly, and didn't speak.

After following for more than ten minutes like this, Su Wanqing felt restless in her heart. She suddenly slapped his hand away and shouted, "Can't you hear me? I'm a murderer, and you will die a miserable death if you follow me!"

The boy's dark red eyes were particularly bright in the dark night, like a ghost, shining with stubbornness.

"I killed people too, but you saved me, and my life is yours."

Su Wanqing snorted coldly: "Sorry, I'm not interested in your life."

"If you're not interested, you won't save me!" The boy suddenly roared, with a paranoid burning in his dark red eyes.

"It's just easy, don't think too much."

"You could go, but you didn't!" the boy hoarsely roared.

Su Wanqing got annoyed and yelled at him: "Please leave, please?!"

The boy's face was a little gloomy, but his dark red eyes were still stubborn. He stood where he was, silent for a while.

"You are cold and pale, come home with me."

Su Wanqing paused for a moment.

She... really needs a place to hide temporarily.

"My mother died of syphilis, and I'm the only one." He looked at her, insisting.

Su Wanqing knew that he was telling her that it was safe.

"My house is very broken, but there is a stove that can burn briquettes, and it is still warm."

Su Wanqing was a little shaken, her eyes were struggling.

At this moment, there was a cramping pain in the abdomen, Su Wanqing frowned, and gradually bent down.

It's over, the tire is inflated!

The child—her and Xichen’s child—

"Sister, my house is not far from here, come back with me!" The boy looked anxious when he saw her painful face.

The cramping pain in her abdomen became worse, and Su Wanqing fell directly on the ground, with cold sweat on her forehead.

"I'll carry you to the hospital!"

The boy looked shocked. Although he was young, he was strong, and Su Wanqing was not heavy, so he could still recite it.

Not only carrying it on his back, but also trotting all the way, passing through several alleys, and finally arrived at the door of a clinic with dim lights.

"Doctor Luchuan, Doctor Luchuan, open the door quickly, open the door quickly!" He shouted loudly, knocking on the door desperately.

It was late at night, and after a long time, Dr. Luchuan came to open the door with sleepy eyes. After seeing the boy, he was shocked and said, "Tuo? Why are you?"

"Doctor Luchuan, help my sister quickly, she has a stomachache, she is so painful that she is about to faint!"

Lu Chuan took Su Wanqing and carried her to the hospital bed. There was a light in the room, and the girl's face was terribly pale when the light was on.

After some examinations, Lu Chuan frowned slightly, and said: "She is pregnant, but her body is overdrawn, and her fetus is moving."

"Pregnant?!" Tuo's eyes widened.

"Yeah, she's pregnant. It's been two or three months. I'll hang two bottles of IV for her and prescribe some medicine for you. Remember to let her take it on time."