Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 145 Forced Surgery
Song Zhicheng didn't speak, and forcibly led You Qian all the way forward. You Qian looked at the direction with a look of horror in her eyes. She stared at Song Zhicheng in disbelief: "Where are you taking me?"

Song Zhicheng sullenly, eyes like ice: "As you wish."

You Qian looked shocked: "You..." The tears that had just been suppressed were about to flow uncontrollably, she slapped him vigorously, pinched his iron arm, and screamed: "Let me go."

"let me go!"

"You let me go!"

Song Zhicheng turned his head abruptly, and said indifferently, "Do you regret it?"

Before You Qian could answer, Song Zhicheng raised his eyes slightly: "It's late." He said coolly, and ignored You Qian's resistance, and forcibly pulled her into a room.

The doctor on duty wore glasses and stared at the computer screen. When he saw Song Zhicheng, he was shocked and stood up quickly: "Mr. Song."

Song Zhicheng nodded, firmly clamping You Qian who was trying to escape with one hand, and said with a stern expression, "I'll check her right away and see when it's convenient to arrange surgery."

"Hand...operation?" The doctor was a little startled, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Song Zhicheng squinted and said expressionlessly, "Abortion surgery."

When the doctor heard this, her hands trembled in fright, her glasses almost fell off, her body trembled slightly, and her eyes turned back and forth between You Qian and Song Zhicheng.

Come to someone and tell her it's all a joke.

The doctor kept praying in his heart, but Song Zhicheng kept his face cold, his eyes seemed to be icy cold, just one look could make a person's whole body cold, she turned her head and stared at You Qian again, hoping that You Qian could give him some help. spectrum answer...

It's just that You Qian's face was pale and pale, and he was trying his best to break free from Song Zhicheng's restraint, and his mind was completely offline.

The doctor could only ask tremblingly, "Song...Mr. Song, are you sure you want to have an abortion?"

Song Zhicheng pursed his lips and did not answer.

After being silent for a while, the doctor's eyes were full of helplessness, and he deeply felt that his career was coming to an end. After returning to his profession, the doctor calmly said: "Then I will arrange for someone to check her body immediately."

After listening to their conversation, You Qian, who was in a daze, suddenly came back to his senses: "No!"

"You let me go!"

She was bluffing to be tough, but Song Zhicheng remained sullen and unmoved.

You Qian lowered her face, wiped her tears and shouted: "Song Zhicheng... I beg you to let the child go..."

All the pride and self-esteem hidden in her heart were all abandoned by You Qian at this moment. She grabbed Song Zhicheng's hand and kept begging in a low voice.

Song Zhicheng turned his face away, not looking at You Qian's gaffe, the expression on his face was always indifferent.

The gynecologist here received an affirmative answer, and quickly contacted the medical staff. Seeing these people approaching, You Qian screamed in fright.

She still can't believe it.

I can't believe Song Zhicheng actually made such a choice.

This is Song Zhicheng's child.

It's his own flesh and blood.

How could he be so cruel...

When she said to get rid of it, she was just speaking out of anger, and she just deliberately stimulated him to let go of that idea. She never thought of giving up this child, the child bestowed on her by God.

"President Song, the consultation room has been arranged."

"Do you need to go there now?" The doctor asked calmly, not daring to look at Song Zhicheng, but only flashing past You Qian's body, with endless sympathy in his eyes.

"Don't touch me!" You Qian wanted to back away, but Song Zhicheng pulled her vigorously.

The desperation surging in her heart instantly overwhelmed her. You Qian was both helpless and powerless, looking at Song Zhicheng with complete disappointment in her eyes: "Song Zhicheng, I hate you!"

Hearing this, Song Zhicheng's eyes turned cold, and he grabbed You Qian's hand again with more force, You Qian lowered his head, and bit his arm fiercely, biting hard with all his might.

Bloodshots spread quickly.

Song Zhicheng remained motionless, with no strange expression on his face.

Several medical staff, seeing the quarrel, did not dare to step forward to pull the two of them away, nor did they dare to persuade them. The scene was stalemate, and Song Zhicheng remained silent, letting You Qian bite.

You Qian smiled miserably.

Let go of him.

Up to now, it's pointless to persist any longer.

Her body was shaking, she looked at Song Zhicheng with absent-minded eyes, a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and You Qian was full of bitterness: "I give up, I give up, the child belongs to you."

"I will be born."

"Give him to you."

"You can let me go now."

Hearing this desperate tone, Song Zhicheng's heart throbbed and he unnaturally let go of his hands. You Qian immediately seized the opportunity to struggle to break free, and Song Zhicheng tightened his grip suddenly.

You Qian said angrily, "Let go of me."

Song Zhicheng glanced at her coldly, and said in a calm voice, "Remember what you just said."

After speaking, let go of You Qian.

You Qian lowered her head weakly, and her body leaned against the cold and hard wall. If she didn't find a support like this, she would almost lose her standing.

Song Zhicheng said lightly, "Go back to sleep."

You Qian stood still.

Song Zhicheng frowned, and the cold breath in his body gradually became stronger.

The surrounding medical staff watched the dispute, and everyone wanted to leave immediately. They only hated themselves for being unlucky. Why are they on duty today?
"Song...Mr. Song? Now..." The doctor said, but there was no way, she couldn't leave the scene if she didn't speak.

"Go away!" Song Zhicheng glanced at the few people present with his dark eyes. These medical staff were not at all unhappy when they heard the impolite words.

After all irrelevant personnel left, only You Qian and Song Zhicheng were left.

You Qian stood still, and Song Zhicheng followed suit, neither of them making a sound.

You Qian buried her head lower and lower until she fell to the floor with a thud. The coolness on the floor tiles slowly eroded her body, and the wind was blowing, bringing a bit of coolness, but all of this was not in her heart. cold.

Her tears gushed out like a river embankment leaking...

Holding her face in her hands, sitting on her knees on the floor, You Qian cried very restrainedly, shed so many tears, but she couldn't hear a little bit of crying, only her shoulders twitched.

Song Zhicheng stood aside, clenched his hands.

The surroundings were so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, letting tears smear your face, You Qian knew that she must be very ugly, but she didn't care at all.

Her heart seemed to stop beating when she said the words "The child is yours".

She hates herself for being weak.

I hate myself for not being able to resist.

That's it, admit defeat.

I don't know how long it took.

You Qian's legs were already numb and she lost consciousness, but she remained motionless.

Song Zhicheng let go of his tightly clenched hands and stepped forward. You Qian was frightened and his body shook slightly.

"Go back to sleep."

he said again.

　Yi Wanjun: "Mr. Song, what you did today will make you lose fans, and you will lose fans properly."

　　Song Zhicheng: "Get lost!"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)