good morning ex husband

Chapter 12 It's time to end
At this moment, Wen Yan, where are you?

A few years ago, when Wen Yan took her hand, the warmth from the palm made her heart beat.

Her most humble love, being humble and small, still can't get a man's nostalgia.This is the cruelest fact in the world, pushing her into the bottomless abyss.

She once said she has no regrets.

Even if it is beyond redemption.

Holding the tonic, Song Meibao walked into the ward slowly, her body trembling.

"Meibao, you're back?" Qin Wei has always shown others with a gentle and pleasant image, she was the first to see Meibao, "Please buy me so many things."

Song Meibao lowered her head so that outsiders could not see her pale complexion.Hearing Qin Wei's voice, she blushed forcefully from holding her breath, then shook her head and raised her head, grinning seemingly innocently: "No, it's only natural to buy things for sister-in-law!"

It's just that there is some lack of confidence.

There was a burst of noise outside the door, and Song Meibao's figure paused.

"What's going on? Why are you so noisy?" Qin Wei frowned uncomfortably, frowning like a real Xizi.

Song Meibao paused, "Isn't it natural that the hospital is so noisy?"

She turned around in a panic, and at the same time, the phone in her bag vibrated.I took out my mobile phone to browse, and continued: "Mummy sent me a text message to ask me to go back. Brother Wen is here to accompany my sister-in-law!"

She blinked playfully, and left the ward without waiting for anyone to stop her.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Song Meibao's forehead. Why didn't she know the reason for the commotion? Probably Qin Qiao was rescued?

Qin Qiao, Qin Qiao.

She chanted the name over and over again in her heart, like a spell that could not go away for a long time.Her footsteps became more and more flustered, and the tragic scene of Qin Qiao lying in a pool of blood gradually appeared in front of her eyes.

How helpless and pitiful that is.

When she returned home, only her mother Wen Chun was there.

Wen Chun has a hot temper, but she is a very strong woman, and at the same time, she is also a woman who can enjoy herself very much.She was sitting on the leather sofa with her legs crossed, a piece of company information on her knees, and scented scented tea on the glass table in front of her, making her very comfortable.

"Mom." Song Meibao called out, her voice dry.

As a mother, Wen Chun instantly noticed something strange about Song Meibao.When did my daughter, who usually has eyes above the top, have such a posture?Desperate, it hurts.

"Meibao, what happened?" Wen Chun asked, and she closed the file.

Song Meibao suddenly had a point of venting, and buried her head in Wen Chun's warm embrace.Wen Chun hugged her daughter, her slightly trembling body symbolized her timidity: "What's wrong? Did someone bully you?"

"Mom...Qin Qiao, she has Brother Wen's child." Song Meibao's voice was full of tears.

"You child, don't you just have a child? What will happen?" Wen Chun couldn't laugh or cry.

"Mom, no!" Song Meibao raised her head timidly, tears dripping down her cheeks.Her pupils shrank slightly, full of fear, "I, I accidentally pushed Qin Qiao. She had a miscarriage!"

"What?" Wen Chun immediately became nervous.Although Qin Qiao was no longer Mrs. Wen Shao, she was still pregnant with the Wen family's flesh and blood.If Wen Yan and his mother know about it, things will not be easy, "Does Wen Yan know?"

"Shouldn't you know?" Song Meibao wiped away tears tremblingly, "Qin Qiao came to see Brother Wen probably because he wanted to talk about it, but I stopped him."

"Since you don't know, it's much easier to handle." Wen Chun rubbed Song Meibao's hairy head, "Remember, this matter has never happened, you know?"

"But……"

"Don't worry, mom will help you deal with it. When you grow up so big, when was it not me who wiped your butt?" Wen Chun scratched Song Meibao's nose.

Seeing her mother's relaxed appearance, Song Meibao also gradually relaxed.She has a playful personality, and of course she has offended many people since she was a child, but in this age of fighting for her father and mother, every time Song Meibao made a mistake, she would always get through it peacefully.

She covered her nose and smiled: "I'm not a child anymore!"

……

The woman's fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and the originally chaotic black eyes emerged with life, like ripples in a calm pool of water.

Qin Qiao woke up.

White ceilings, white walls, almost everything is suffocating white.Qin Qiao rubbed her sore brows, she looked too thin, like a glass doll, which made people panic and would shatter in a second.

"What about the child?"

These were Qin Qiao's first words when she woke up.

The doctor in a white coat next to the hospital bed was full of hesitation, sighed a few times and finally said: "I'm sorry miss, we have tried our best."

Try your best, what a cruel word.

Qin Qiao finally cried.

Crystal tears flowed down the arc of her cheeks, and fell on the pure white quilt, getting wet.Her pretentiously strong heart finally collapsed at this time, her body was empty, there was a piece of incompleteness there, and for her, it meant losing everything.

She didn't cry when she was insulted.She didn't cry when everyone didn't believe her.

But when she knew that her child was completely gone, she finally couldn't help it, and the pretended strength finally collapsed.

"Miss, you're in good health, so you'll wake up so quickly." The doctor said, "However, people who have had a miscarriage need to recuperate. Do you want to..."

Before the doctor finished speaking, Qin Qiao interrupted: "No need."

She couldn't stay in this painful place any longer.

Qin Qiao wiped away her tears: "Let's go through the discharge procedures now."

The doctor was in a dilemma, but when he saw Qin Qiao's firm eyes, he still chose to compromise.

On the other side, Wen Yan accompanied Qin Wei for a long time, and was finally ready to go back.

As he strolled along the corridor, his eyes drifted away, apparently a little absent-minded.Suddenly, his sight stopped.

A woman in a beige coat stood at the door, even if she couldn't see her face clearly from a distance, she would be attracted by the light from the inside out.

Who else would this person be if it wasn't Qin Qiao?

What really attracted him was not Qin Qiao, but the two large characters above Qin Qiao's head: flow of people.

The steps under Wen Yan's feet paused, but it only stopped for a moment, and then turned around the corner.

He got into the car, opened the window and stepped on the accelerator, and the wind kissed his face through the window, but he was more upset than ever.

Qin Qiao, Qin Qiao.

This is the first time his heart is filled with this woman's name, even though he used to hate this vicious woman extremely.

The car horns were honking one after another, and he suddenly remembered Qin Qiao's repeated hesitation before.

Like a ray of light in the dark, he finally dialed a number: "Hey, check it out for me..."

As a heavyweight in the business world, it is not difficult to check something.

There will be news from the secretary soon.

"Boss, the hospital said that Miss Qin Qiao had a child." The secretary stammered, obviously unable to accept the fact, "It's just that it was just aborted today."

He didn't know whether to continue talking, but there was a "beep" sound of the phone hanging up next to his ear.

Wen Yan was sitting in the car, for some reason his fists were clenched tightly, and he slammed his fist on the steering wheel.

Irritability and anger climbed into his heart, and noisy flowers bloomed in his heart.Qin Qiao's face magnified infinitely in his mind, lingering and disturbing.

Qin Qiao, Qin Qiao, do you hate me that much?So that even our children refuse to stay?

He took out a cigarette and lit it.

The pungent taste of nicotine lingers around the tip of the nose, and the gray smoke rings from the thin lips gradually dissipate in the air.The cigarette butt flickered and finally burned out, and he snuffed out the cigarette, leaving dirty smoke scars on his fingertips.

He saw a person.

In one day, I saw this woman again and again.

He got out of the car and slammed the door angrily, his gestures were filled with anger visible to the naked eye.Hearing the loud noise behind him, Qin Qiao turned his head.

Wen Yan appeared in her line of sight, walking towards her step by step.

"Qin Qiao."

He opened his mouth.

This was the first time he spoke first when the two got along in three years, and his innate aura gave Qin Qiao a condescending feeling, and it could even be said to be a kind of charity.

Qin Qiao's complexion was pale, and she stood in front of the man with difficulty, exposed to those two sharp eyes: "What's the matter?"

"Qin Qiao." Wen Yan called out her name again.His voice is nice, with a masculine magnetism, "Where's the child?"

Qin Qiao's originally downcast head suddenly lifted up, she looked directly at Wen Yan, her eyes were flushed.

child?Wen Yan still has the right to mention a child with her?
If there was no Wen Yan, if there was no Wen family, Song Meibao would be so arrogant that she even lost her child?

Why?Why would Song Meibao get unlimited protection for doing something wrong, while she only had endless condemnation?
"Wen Yan, do you really think I'm a fool?" Qin Qiao roared angrily, "It's gone, it's clean! Wen Yan, are you satisfied?"

She has had enough!Enough of this so-called love.

She was wrong, she was always wrong.She thought that after having a child, Wen Yan would feel a little bit about her, even if it was a little bit, it became her extravagant wish.

However, the cruel reality always slapped her hard again and again.

The only childish time in Qin Qiao's life was dedicated to a man named Wen Yan.It's just that in the end, it completely sank into the pond without seeing the sun.

"Wen Yan, I know that all you want is a well-behaved and obedient Mrs. Wen Shao, but I'm sorry, I can't afford it!" Qin Qiao was furious, "Why are you crying like a mouse and pretending to be merciful? Makes me sick!"

"Wen Yan, I've had enough, I've had enough of being called around by you! I'm Qin Qiao, Miss Qin Qiao!"

She yelled word by word, hysteria.

Wen Yan looked at Qin Qiao, who was close to madness, and reversed his previous image of docile like a rabbit, so strange.

"Crazy." Wen Yan's thin lips twitched, "I'll see you tomorrow at the Civil Affairs Bureau at nine o'clock in the morning."

Everything should end.

(End of this chapter)