After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Lu Yao opened her eyes and felt a surge of damp under her body. The faint pain in her abdomen forced her to wake up soon.

The fingers subconsciously stretched out, whirled in the air, and finally fell to the ground. They hit the flat abdomen, and the pain made her eyebrows wrinkle slightly.

The pupils suddenly tightened and shouted hoarsely, "child..."

If she wanted to get up, the pain around her didn't give her a chance to breathe. She had to turn her eyes and search the ward, just opposite the man who pushed the door in.

He looks haggard.

There are several obvious folds on the shirt, the neckline is open, which has lost the usual rigor and coldness, and even the hair looks a little messy.

On the hospital bed, Shao Yunchen's eyes full of tears gave a slight pause, put one hand on the door handle and gently took the door.

Subconsciously avoided her sight.

Lu Yao's heart sank in an instant. She endured the numb pain and half propped up her body. However, because she was weak, Shao Yunchen struggled several times. Seeing it in his eyes, he strode over and helped her.

Her hands quickly clasped his arms, and the corners of her lips trembled, driving every inch of the muscles on her face to tremble, "Yunchen, children, our children..."

The man's pain in the bottom of his eyes is hard to hide, but he still forbear to look at her, "Yaoyao, the child will have it again."

These words were like a heavy hammer, which crushed Lu Yao's heart and spread the scarlet red under her eyes. She suddenly pushed him away. For the first time in her life, she couldn't control her emotions and scolded: "Shao Yunchen, get out of here!"

The man was pushed away by her for a few steps. The next second, the bottles and cans beside the bed hit his feet, making a sharp and harsh collision sound, and glass fragments rolled all over the ground.

The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a group of people who heard the news came in in panic. They were stunned when they saw the scene in front of them. They stopped there one by one, but they didn't have the courage to come forward.

"Lu Yao..." Shao Yunchen swayed slightly and finally stood firm. He still stretched out his hand to the woman on the hospital bed and followed up.

"Don't come here!" Lu Yao is very resistant, holding her arm tightly to make a self-protection posture, her body can't help shaking, and her consciousness is gradually lost.

"You mean the baby is gone? No, no... "She shook her head desperately, suddenly opened the quilt the next second, and her legs fell to the ground quickly, but she fell heavily because of insufficient strength.

A stabbing pain came into the palm of the hand.

The palm was embedded with broken glass, but she seemed unaware. Between her messy hair, a pair of scarlet wet eyes showed a few wisps of despair, and extended an arm towards the entrance of the room.

The picture stung Shao Yunchen.

Regardless of her struggle and resistance, regardless of the fragments she picked up casually into his back, he did not move his eyebrows, steadily picked her up and pressed her on the hospital bed.

Turn around and scold, "call a doctor."

Lin Shui had gone far, and Lu Yao began to roar with tears rolling down her heart and lungs, biting her lips until a greasy smell of blood swept through her nose.

In a hurry, the man leaned over and kissed her, pried open her lips and teeth, with a strong smell of blood. The strength between her teeth didn't mean to relax, so she bit it hard.

The man closed his eyes and didn't escape.

Finally, her reason recovered. She slowly loosened and leaned against his chest after half a second, "Yunchen, I'm sorry..."

She apologized. She didn't feel the pain of the loss until the child was really gone. At this moment, she also felt that the most important link between her and Shao Yunchen was gone.

"I'm not a good mother. I don't deserve to be a mother." Her voice was hoarse. Let the man comfort her back again and again, this powerful sadness still could not be alleviated.

At the entrance of the ward, the shepherd's knuckles holding the bouquet were slowly tightened, the green tendons on his temples were slightly raised, and the ruthlessness and unbearable surging in the fundus of his eyes were intertwined, lingering around him a cold feeling of resisting thousands of miles.

With deep eyes, he took what had just happened into his eyes. At this time, he looked slightly down, as if he had fallen into a long mood that was not disturbed.

The woman's pale cheeks, scarlet eyes and bloody palms are all full of despair.

Watching Lu Yao slowly calm down on Shao Yunchen's chest, he walked forward slowly, put the bouquet at the end of the bed and called out, "sister Yao."

Lu Yao didn't move. She just opened her eyelids and looked at him. She saw that the corners of his eyes were stained with inconspicuous moisture. Finally, she moved her lips without saying a word.

"Yao Yao needs a rest. Please come back, Mr. mu." Shao Yunchen turned more than half his face and quietly responded for her.

The shepherd's name shen Mou nodded slightly. When his steps were about to leave, Lin Shui brought the doctor over. He was also stunned by the scene in front of him. He treated Lu Yao's wound first, hesitated for a while, and then injected her with a tube of tranquilizer.

"It's easy for her to have an accident. She doesn't rule out mental disorders." Looking at Lu Yao who closed her eyes slowly because of the drug effect, the doctor couldn't help but sigh deeply.

He got up and looked at Shao Yunchen. The shirt on his back showed traces of blood. At this time, the blood was half dry and looked serious.

"Let her rest. Go next door and deal with the wound."

Shao Yunchen looked pale and didn't respond to the doctor's words. He just followed out subconsciously. When he rubbed his shoulder with the shepherd's name on the side, he gave a slight meal and glanced sideways. "Mr. Lao Mu specially came to visit. Please come back."

The tone was cold, without a trace of temperature. He took two steps and then warned: "I said I don't believe in coincidence. I'll find out what Mr. Mu did."

The shepherd heard the sound and hooked his lips. He didn't respond. He just followed up and the three went out of the ward together.

Mu Ming walked at the end. After stepping out, he looked back slowly, put his eyes in front of the door, and stared at the pale cheeks on the hospital bed.

The door closed slowly, isolated from the coldness of a room, and his face recovered after a moment.

Just about to leave, a little nurse hurried over, holding a box of incubator in her arms, stopped in front of Shao Yunchen, bit her lips and hesitated for a long time: "is that Mr. Shao?"

Shao Yunchen looked gloomy and asked her, "what's up?"

"The children induced by operation can be taken back by their families to deal with themselves according to the hospital regulations, or they can be handed over to the hospital for unified treatment. I don't know Mr. Shao's side..."

His face was gloomy and terrible. The little nurse stopped halfway and waited for his response.

He habitually arranged the cuffs of his shirt, half frowned, opened the incubator and looked at it. His eyebrows turned up in an instant. After taking back his hand, he replied in a deep voice: "give it to you."

He strode away without looking back.

The little nurse pursed her lips and looked at the figure. After walking away, she walked back with the box. When she entered the elevator, a young and handsome man came in behind, with slight pain in the bottom of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm the child's uncle. Can I have a look?"

The man's deep voice and deep apology on his face startled the little nurse. She blushed and nodded slightly, "it can be, it just needs a little psychological preparation, after all..."

She paused and swallowed, "after all, the child has taken shape."

With his consent, he lifted the lid, and the overwhelming blood matched the picture in front of him, which still made him a little unable to support.

Soon after, the elevator reached the ground floor and started steadily, with some emotion of unknown meaning.