In the evening, song Xiaotang's part of the play was completely eliminated, and the crew gave her a simple banquet.

After three rounds of wine, after all, not all of them were killed. The director waved them away as soon as possible.

After washing, Tang Xin went to the next door to find song Xiaotang. She was afraid that she would think about it alone. After all, as a past person, she could give her some strength.

Song Xiaotang opens the door for her. When Tang Xin comes in, he sees the tidy room and sighs again in his heart: this girl is really a good girl for living. Unfortunately, he meets Han Shaoli.

Song Xiaotang poured a glass of water for her. Tang Xin took it and sat side by side.

Putting down the cup, Tang Xin stares at the girl beside him and asks her seriously: "Xiaotang, do you really think clearly?"

Song Xiaotang holds a cup in both hands and lowers her head. She doesn't know what she is thinking and can't see her mood clearly.

But can see her hand holding the cup more and more hard, fingers are white, after so long, long to Tang Xin thought she would not answer, just see her gently nodded.

Tang Xin took a drink from the cup, and felt that the boiled water in his mouth had a bitter taste.

"Since you think clearly, don't think too much. This child has no fate with you. Have a good sleep. I'll accompany you to the hospital tomorrow."

Song Xiaotang's eyes gradually turned red. She lowered her head and her voice was slightly hoarse: "sister Tang Xin..."

She raised her head, Tang Xin this just saw her expression clearly, that a pair of originally always smiling eyes, now full of uneasiness, sadness, helpless.

"Sister Tang Xin, I don't want to kill him either." She put her hand on her stomach, and it seemed that she was communicating with the unformed meat in her stomach. In a moment, she burst into tears.

"I don't want to... But he's Han Shaoli's child. He didn't expect this child at all." She cried heartbreaking, "he will not love this child, rather than let him be born without expectation, let him leave."

Tang Xin went over and hugged the gentle, sensible and strong girl in her arms. She patted her on the back and gave her silent comfort.

the second day. After a day's shooting, Tang Xin asks Ni LAN to drive them to the hospital.

Ni Lan also knows about it. She doesn't say much about it. Even now Song Xiaotang is her artist. But Han Shaoli, thinking of the name, all Ni Lan's words turn into a sigh.

After arriving at the hospital, two people go in armed. Tang Xin has already contacted the doctor. After a series of examinations, song Xiaotang is pushed into the operating room.

When she came out again, she was red with tears. When she saw Tang Xin and Ni LAN waiting outside, it was like a drowning man seizing the only driftwood.

Aware of her wrong mood, Tang xinrou asked: "Xiaotang, what's the matter?"

"Sister Tang Xin, I'll think about it again, I'll think about it again." She clings to Tang Xin's arm like she has used up all her manpower. Her eyes are full of uneasiness and helplessness.

"Sister Tang Xin, I don't know what to do." She lay down on Tang Xin's shoulder and cried in despair. "The doctor said I was in poor health, just like killing this child. I'm afraid it's hard to have another child in the future."

Tang Xin mercilessly frowned. If so, the child's going to stay. You really should think about it.

As a woman, if she can't have her own child all her life, it's also a kind of sorrow.

Three people are silent, no one found a person out of the back ward, after seeing them, but immediately back.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like