Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Mu Yanzhu is pregnant, and the child is eight months old.

The belly is round, like a ball.

She is married to an IT guy. Her husband is introverted and addicted to alcohol. She always feels drunk when she comes home from get off work. This is also true today.

Mu Yanzhu took off his coat, but he kicked her on her stomach.

"You bastard! What qualifications do you have to conceive my baby? Don't you have other men in your heart?"

Mu Yanzhu held his stomach in pain and called for help.

Seeing the helpless, painful and sad expression on her face, the man felt very happy.

No matter how blood was flowing from the ground, he went back to his room without even looking, and fell asleep.

Mu Yanzhu had a miscarriage and her vitality was severely injured. The doctor prevented her from being discharged from the hospital. During the half month she stayed in the hospital, her husband had never been here.

The nurse who made the rounds every day couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but fight the injustice for her.

"What kind of husband, your wife, who has a miscarriage and never show up."

Mu Yanzhu just gave a wry smile, "Get used to it, who made him not love me."

On the day Mu Yanzhu was discharged from the hospital, he went through the discharge procedures by himself.

Passing by the flower shop, she bought a bunch of platycodons and asked the owner to put lemons in them.

Lemon is equal to acid and jealous.

The flower language of platycodon is eternal love.

She received a call from her husband on the way, "Are you still alive?"

"..."

"I have a document on my desk, and you can bring it to me now! Dududu—"

Without giving Mu Yanzhu a chance to speak, the other party hung up.

Mu Yanzhu stopped a taxi.

At the turn, the taxi collided with a large retrograde truck. The car crashed and Mu Yanzhu died on the spot.

The picture at that time was terrible and painful, leaving a blood on the ground, bright red, shocking...

Mu Yanzhu held the bunch of lisianthus flowers tightly in his hand, holding a lemon in his hand, and sniffing it on the tip of his nose.

It smells good.

She stretched her eyebrows and closed her eyes. Several passersby came to watch and saw a smile on her face and her left hand rubbing the platinum ring on her right middle finger.

Wearing a ring on the **** is love.

A love that ended without a disease.

...

! ! !

Jiang Qingchi woke up from the nightmare.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and he only slept for two hours, but he felt the time was unprecedentedly long.

Jiang Qingchi abruptly sat up from the head of the bed, from forehead to back, and even to the tail vertebrae, there was a chill and chills.

He was gasping for breath, his face was cold, his eyes were sour, his face was full of tears, the pillow was crying and the quilt was also wet, and the temperature was shivering when he gently held it.

He finally found consciousness, stumbled and ran out of bed, opened the door of the room, stood in the corridor helplessly, looking around helplessly, looking for something important.

Until he saw Jiang San'er, he rushed over, hugged Jiang San'er, and burst into tears.

"Tell me, I'm dreaming! Tell me!"

"You, this is a dream." Saner didn't know why, but still comforted him.

"I dreamed that she was married... She had a bad life... Her husband didn't love her... and kicked her in the stomach... She had a miscarriage... Stayed alone in the hospital for half a month... Finally she was caught The car crashed..."

Talking intermittently, Jiang Qingchi cried hoarsely. He bit his teeth and tasted the smell of blood, bitter and fishy.

"She is lying on the ground... all blood... She is holding the flower I like... She also wears the ring I gave her in her hand..."

"I'm so worried about her."

"I miss her so much..."

"I really miss her..."

"I really, really, really miss her..."

"I miss her... miss her... miss her, Jiang Yan..."

"My Jiang Yan..."

"I'm not by her side... Jiang Yan..."

"..."

Jiang Jingming has remained silent. He has fully played the role of a listener. He quietly listened to Jiang Qingchi in his ears and said these things with a hoarse voice. Shouted out.

"The dream is the opposite, don't worry, she is doing well now, nothing will happen."

Jiang Jingming said softly and patted Jiang Qingchi on the shoulder.

"Why don't you sleep with me tonight, I'm afraid you will have nightmares again."

"no need."

Jiang Qingchi let go of Jiang San'er, and his tears turned into tears, blurring his handsome face.

Jiang San'er sighed: "Two and a half years, I haven't seen you cry like this."

"You go to your dad's study to get a pack of cigarettes, I want to smoke."

"Pump again?"

"Well, today is her birthday, I will stay alone for a while."

Jiang Qingchi's tone returned to his former calmness, and only the hoarse voice proved his hysteria.

...

The cool breeze was bleak, and the cold dew was heavy.

It was still early, the man leaning on the window sill fumbled for the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, held it to his mouth, lit it, took a mouthful of the cigarette with the cold wind, and then slowly exhaled it.

The bluish-white smoke ring went from being to nothing, from deep to light.

He arched his back slightly, twisted his two long eyebrows, and flicked the soot with his fingers. His movements were unskilled, but he smelled of loneliness.

Jiang Jingming stood obliquely behind, watching Jiang Qingchi.

Watching him take a couple of puffs of cigarettes.

Watching him finally put out the cigarette butt.

Looking at the rising smoke, in the cold wind, a little bit of silence, no trace.

Seeing his face hidden in the flickering light and shadow, his eyes were hurt and his face was painful.

He finally matured.

He finally grew up.

However, he is not happy anymore.

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