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Suddenly looking at the ground, I don't know when song Qianqian's waist began to overflow a large amount of blood, and the whole person's breathing in Junlin seemed to stop.

Song Qianqian fell so fiercely just now. Her waist was falling on a piece of glass, which plunged into her flesh and blood. Perhaps it was because her abdomen was too cramped, and song Qianqian didn't even notice it in a semi coma.

When she wakes up again.

It's two days later.

She just lay half in the hospital bed, through the sunshine brought in by the white gauze curtain, to see the man standing with his back to her and facing the landing window. The sunshine covered his whole body with a layer of gold and white.

But it made her cold.

She suddenly remembered something. Her hand under the quilt was busy exploring her stomach. Although she couldn't feel it, she had an intuition that the child might really be gone.

Her lips were pale, her eyes were hot, and her heart was sour for a moment. She has been verbally saying that she hates him and the child, but she really didn't think about killing him in such a tragic way.

She didn't deliberately step on the water.

Junlin put away all sharp things. She just wanted a piece of glass when she broke the fish tank. Maybe even now she doubts whether she really only wants a piece of glass.

Hearing the rustle of the sheets behind her, song Qianqian turned around with her back to the king's landing where she was standing. Song Qianqian looked up and was surprised. What she saw was the king's landing with empty, pale eyes and no temperature.

She choked when she roared, but she couldn't say anything, so she looked at him with hot eyes.

Junlin was still wearing the same dress on the day of the incident. There was still blood on his white shirt. He had never changed it. He had been guarding her all the time. His chin showed blue beard residue, but her eyes were so cold that she was cold all over.

But king's landing was laughing, and the brilliant smile was ugly.

His voice was also very hoarse: "wake up? I asked someone to bring you hot porridge. Would you like to drink some?"

The smile on his face was in sharp contrast to the cold bottom of his eyes. Song Qianqian blinked, hid the heat in his eyes and nodded.

After the bowl of fragrant glutinous porridge was fed to her by Junlin, he gently wiped her mouth with a paper towel: "I asked my aunt to cook it for you and cook it again for a long time. I'm afraid you won't be able to drink hot porridge when you wake up."

Junlin drew a few more paper towels and wiped his hands. Song Qianqian looked blankly and weakly silent. He just wanted to open his mouth and call his name.

Junlin suddenly stood up and said coldly, "Song Qianqian, you won."

"What?"

She raised her eyes to see him, but king's landing gently held her chin with her hand. Her eyes were soft, but her strength was great: "I said, you won. You can finally get rid of me. You should be happy, right?"

"I..."

She only said one word of me. The frost suddenly rose on Junlin's original gentle face. He looked around her face, like a soft whisper between lovers: "what a beautiful face! However, under this face, I finally know what kind of heart is hidden."

"Ah Lin..." Song Qianqian raised his hand and wanted to catch his hand, but Junlin pulled it out first.

"After the Song movie, your play is really good. You cheated the servants and me. Here's the name of the movie queen. It's really worthy of your name." Junlin said, taking out a black card from his shirt pocket.

He threw it at the head of her bed. Song Qianqian glanced at the card and looked up at him puzzled.

"Breakup fee." Junlin spit out three words coldly, "in the future, just as you wish, break it clean. There are 50 million in it. Thank you for your painstaking performance over the years."