I really don't want a second marriage

Night Tingchen didn't take it to heart. He thought she was pretending, so he sneered: "I don't eat this set of pity."

The little figure on the ground did not move.

Night Tingchen picked an eyebrow: "is the play enough?"

People still didn't move. Yetingchen narrowed his long eyes slightly, and then turned his wheelchair forward.

Then he saw that Shen Jiamu's face was as pale as paper, and even his lips lost their blood color.

For a moment, yetingchen's heart seemed to be caught.

Twenty minutes later, in the corridor of the hospital.

Night Tingchen sat in his wheelchair with a gloomy face, and his eyes looked at Xiao Su coldly. After he was busy, he came to him after he was busy.

"What's wrong with her?" yetingchen's tone was not good.

Xiao Su curled his lips. "The doctor said that Qi and blood were empty, coupled with illness and exhaustion, so he moved a little fetal Qi, that's it."

Hearing this, yetingchen picked his eyebrows and sneered with disdain a moment later: "pretend to be poor? Move the fetal Qi casually?"

Xiao Su: "it's less night. Miss Shen's face is really bad, and this is the diagnosis of the hospital."

Night Tingchen's eyes fell on Xiao Su's face like a sharp knife. Xiao Su immediately coughed: "it may be a diagnosis error. What are you going to do that night?"

Night Tingchen remembered that her previous goal had not been achieved. The pills she fed her were also vomited out by her. Her eyes were gradually indifferent: "contact the doctor and have an operation."

Oh, do you think pretending to be ill can keep the wild species? impossible!

"Er, Miss Shen hasn't knocked out the child yet?" Xiao Su nodded immediately after being stunned. "I'll contact the doctor now."

After Xiao Su left, yetingchen turned his wheelchair and went to the ward. The wheel slipped quietly into the white ward.

The petite and slender figure of the woman was lying on the hospital bed with her hands on her chest.

The expression on her beautiful face was peaceful. In addition to her pale face and lip color, she could not see that she was ill. It was more like falling asleep.

Obviously, she is a scheming woman. She is so weak when she is unconscious.

The wheel slowly approached the sick bed.

The dark eyes of yetingchen grabbed her tightly, filled with tangled and complex emotions.

Are you pretending? Otherwise, how could it happen that she fainted at such a time and thought it would let her leave the wild seed?

Night Tingchen forced himself to look away and pushed his wheelchair out of the ward.

When Shen Jiamu woke up, his nose was full of disgusting smell of disinfectant. When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying in a cold operating room.

Seeing the doctors fiddling with the instruments, Shen Jiamu immediately struggled to get up, pulled out the infusion needle in his hand, pushed away the nurses around him, and stumbled out.

"Doctor, the patient ran away!"

"Come back!"

As soon as Shen Jiamu opened the door of the operating room, three bodyguards in black stood in front of her, obviously to prevent her from escaping.

"You let me go! I don't want surgery!"

Xiao Su said, "Miss Shen, obedience won't hurt, otherwise..." with a look in his eyes, the people in black firmly grasped Shen Jiamu.

"You executioners! I'll decide whether my own children will go or stay!" Shen Jiamu roared, punching and kicking at the man in black who caught him. "Let me go!"

Shen Jiamu was like crazy. His weak body and excitement at this time made him feel dark again, and then he softened and fainted again.

"Less night, she... Seems to have fainted again."

Night Tingchen had been watching the play for a long time. When he saw this, he sneered: "the same trick is stupid for the second time. Take her away."

Xiao Su nodded and directed the men to take Shen Jiamu back to the operating room.

Shen Jiamu's delicate body was lifted up without any resistance. Her long soft hair was scattered, and her collar was tilted to one side, revealing her moist little shoulders.

Just at a glance, yetingchen felt his eyes stabbed: "let her go." the words had been exported before his brain.

A few men were shocked

"Deaf?"

Xiao Su didn't react either, so he had to ask, "what's the matter with less night?"

Night Tingchen turned the wheel and took Shen Jiamu in a coma. He stretched out his hand to button up the button she had opened because of her struggle.

After a moment, he realized what he was doing and took back his hand.

Raise your eyes again, smile with bloodthirsty: "no matter what, she is my night Tingchen's woman. If you let me know that you see what you shouldn't see and encounter what you shouldn't touch, I will make your life worse than death."

Several men reacted instantly and nodded: "I know, less night."

When she woke up again, Shen Jiamu was completely desperate.

She found that her limbs had been tied to the operating bed and could not break free no matter how hard she struggled.

The cold liquid trickled into the body along the needle tube. Shen Jiamu could only shout hoarsely: "let go of me, let go of me, I don't want surgery!"

The nurse on one side increased the flow rate of the hanging needle and said, "Miss Shen, go to sleep and it will be over soon."

The effect of anesthetic gradually came up, and Shen Jiamu's consciousness gradually blurred.

She felt that her legs were separated and the cold medical equipment entered her body