Getting married for a long time: Don't be too bad for a black-bellied BOSS

Chapter 414 Stomach Pain and Bleeding

In the middle of the night, in a daze, Yang Ruoxin vaguely heard a faint voice, pricked up her ears to listen again, but there was no sound again, she thought she might be dreaming, or the rustling of branches blown by the wind, turned over, She continued to sleep, but after a while, the voice sounded again, she pulled up the quilt to cover her head a little annoyed, she couldn't hear the sound, and finally she could sleep well, just as she was about to fall asleep, the voice came back again, It was thinner and longer than the previous two, resembling a human moan.

moan?

Before Yang Ruoxin could turn his head around, he heard an extremely painful hiss.

"what!"

Yang Ruoxin was so startled that she was covered in cold sweat, she jumped up from the bed without her shoes on, and went straight to Chu Yunzhen's bed, she heard her voice trembling violently.

"Zhenzhen, what, what's wrong?"

Chu Yunzhen was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, she just kept moaning and panting.

Yang Ruoxin reached out to turn on the light, but saw that her face was as pale as paper, her head was sweating profusely, and her expression was extremely painful. Yang Ruoxin was a little stunned by fright, and asked in a trembling voice: "Zhenzhen, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Yunzhen's lips trembled, but she couldn't speak. She grabbed Yang Ruoxin's hand with such force that Yang Ruoxin felt as if her hand bones were broken by her grip. She never knew that she had such strength.

"I have a stomach ache."

After Chu Yunzhen gritted her teeth and said this sentence, it seemed that she had exhausted all her strength, and she dropped her arms weakly, moaning in pain.

Yang Ruoxin glanced at her big belly and was startled, "Are you going to give birth?"

How could Chu Yunzhen answer her? At this moment, it was difficult for her to even breathe.

Yang Ruoxin lifted the quilt and wanted to help her rub her belly, but unexpectedly saw the blood on her clothes, she was stunned for a while, then became even more flustered, the first thing she thought of was Aunt Li, she rushed out immediately, thinking of Chu Yunzhen Still in the room, he folded back and picked up his cell phone to make a call.

"Principal, Zhenzhen suddenly has a stomachache and is bleeding, what should I do? What should I do?"

Qin Yancheng came out of Yaoyao's room and saw He Min going upstairs, he stood at the door and waited for a while.

"Your grandfather called, knowing you're back, let you accompany Yaoyao well."

Qin Yancheng hummed, but didn't speak.

"Yaoyao's grandfather is also at your grandfather's place. Without you and Yaoyao's disturbance, the two old men can finally play chess and drink tea leisurely."

Qin Yancheng didn't say anything, he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

Seeing his son's tired face, He Min said distressedly, "Tired?"

"A bit."

"The work over there is tiring, and I finally came back, so I can take a good rest, and I can also accompany Yaoyao at home. There is no need to go out, and I can push back on banquets and gatherings."

Qin Yancheng hummed, "I'll go back to the room and rest for a while."

"Go."

Qin Yancheng returned to the room, and just lay down on the bed when the phone rang.

After listening to his words with a calm expression, Qin Yancheng's eyes flickered.

"I see."

Qin Yancheng lay back on the bed again. He looked at the ceiling and fell asleep unconsciously.

He had a dream. In the dream, there was a vast expanse of snow and mist, and the wind was blowing very fast, wrapping snow particles and hitting people's faces. He stood in the thick snow and mist, unable to distinguish the north, south, east, and west. He didn't care about anything, and walked forward with his head down. Suddenly, he heard a coughing sound. The coughing sound was very violent and heart-piercing, as if he was about to cough up all his internal organs. In two steps, the scenery changed, there was no snow, no fog, no wind, just a piece of white, so monotonously white, depressingly white, and so white that people could not breathe.

A figure emerged from that piece of white. It was initially blurred and gradually became clear. It was a beautiful but pale woman. She smiled and her bright eyes were the only color in this piece of white.

"Yancheng, you must treat my Yaoyao well, and don't let her down!"

"Aunt Qing, don't worry, I will take good care of you."

The woman smiled and caressed his face, her fingers were very cool, the coolness penetrated the skin tissue and reached the bone marrow.

"Leaving it to you, how can Aunt Qing be worried?"

He couldn't speak, but in the blink of an eye, there was no one in sight.

"Aunt Qing."

He screamed, but when he looked back, he saw a figure from behind in the heavy snowstorm. She was wearing a fiery red down jacket, which was long and wide, reaching to her ankles, making her body thinner than paper; her right hand was stretched downward, like She was holding something, and she seemed to be holding nothing, just drooping like that; her walking posture was very strange, like a duck, clumsy and slow.

He watched, and followed up involuntarily. She walked very slowly, but he walked very fast, but he couldn't catch up with her. Obviously her figure was right in front of him. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but only caught the cold Air.

He ran, unable to restrain himself, and yelled at the figure behind him.

"Chu Yunzhen!"

As if the voice had never been heard, he continued to move forward.

Finally, he couldn't run anymore, knelt down, and muttered: "Zhenzhen."

"Are you calling me?"

A gentle voice with a smile sounded, and he looked up, but he couldn't see her face clearly.

"Zhenzhen."

He grabbed her hand eagerly, but was stimulated by the coldness of her body and retracted.

"Who are you? How did you know my name?"

Her voice was still gentle, but it turned into the snowstorm whipping him.

"I'm Qin Yancheng."

He tried to hug her, but she flew up all of a sudden, wrapped in the wind and snow in mid-air, the fiery red down jacket was as bright as blood.

"Qin Yancheng?"

Her voice was still in her ears, and her tone was still gentle.

"Who is he? I don't know him."

Following these words, the fiery figure began to distort and deform, as if she was suffering from great pain. She was crying and screaming, her voice hoarse and tragic.

"what!"

After a scream, the figure burst apart, and the fragments melted in the wind and snow, turning the sky red.

Qin Yancheng suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, feeling a sharp pain in his heart, as if the wind and snow that filled the sky in his dream had poured into his body.

He was panting violently, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, and the back of his forehead was covered with cold sweat. Why did he have such a dream?
The persistent pain in his chest made him unable to think. He picked up his mobile phone and dialed out the number. Just as he was about to dial, someone knocked on the door.

"Yancheng, are you asleep?"

Qin Yancheng put down his phone, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calmed down a bit, and stood up to open the door.

"Uncle Tian."

"Did it bother you?"

"No."

Qin Yancheng let Chu Tianzheng into the room and poured two glasses of water.

Chu Tian was looking at him and said, "Your complexion is not very good, are you uncomfortable?"

Qin Yancheng didn't hide anything, "No, I had a nightmare."

Chu Tianzheng hummed, then stopped talking, and lowered his head to drink water.

"Does Uncle Tian have something to say to me?"

Chu Tian was putting down his teacup, pondered for a moment, and looked at him.

"Yancheng, Uncle Tian, ​​I beg you to do something."

(End of this chapter)