Marriage is not guarded: emperor's spoiled baby

Ye Qiao rubbed his ass and jumped up in a hurry. She looked at Jin Mochen and walked out of bed. She grabbed her pants on the bed, turned inside and found a checklist, shouting anxiously.

Jin Mochen was shocked again and pulled over the test sheet in Ye Qiao's hand. Before, he especially hoped that the woman in front of him could succeed in surrogacy so as to explain to his family, but before that, he didn't know that she was Ye Qiao and her boyfriend killed Qin Yue.

But now!

Jin Mochen kept a straight face and didn't speak. The test sheet in his hand was crumpled, and a violent thing ran through his body.

"Jin Mochen, I tell you, if you do anything to me now, but one corpse and two lives, you will bear the legal consequences!" Ye Qiao quietly grabbed the scattered clothes on the ground and put them on her body. She wants to leave here quickly and never meet the black faced God again.

She may have been too frightened. Just when she came to the door, she suddenly had bouts of colic in her stomach and knelt to the ground in pain. This was a sign of miscarriage. She cried with cold sweat on her face and stomach pain.

Jin Mochen turned her cold eyes and saw her painful distorted facial features, but she never took steps.

"Jin Mochen, come on, call the doctor for me..." Ye Qiao's voice was hoarse and struggled to get up and open the door, but he couldn't stand up at all because of the pain, just like a helpless cat.

Jin Mochen was silent for a moment and said, "Yeqiao, I'm sorry. I don't need your child anymore."

"Jin Mochen, we have signed a contract. You can't do this to me!" Ye Qiao's eyes were red, and he cried with heartbreaking pain. His stomach began to spasm. Contraction after contraction brought endless pain, and the whole person fell on the ground.

Jin Mochen was expressionless all the time, and the corners of his mouth pulled a residual cold arc. When he saw Ye Qiao roaring and trying to climb forward with both hands, the edge in his eyes flickered.

Yeqiao fainted in pain. In a daze, she felt that someone had picked her up. With strong steps, she seemed to be carried into the car, and then she didn't know anything.

The next morning, ye Qiao slowly opened his eyes on the hospital bed. His face was a little pale. He looked around, moved his bloodless lips and said, "how am I in the hospital?"

A female nurse came quickly from one chair and carefully leaned her against the head of the bed. "Miss ye, you can rest at ease. Mr. Jin sent you here."

Ye Qiao was bitter. Unexpectedly, he finally saved himself. Then he suddenly pressed on his stomach and asked in horror, "how's the child in my stomach?"

"The child is fine, don't be nervous..." the female nurse stopped talking and tucked ye Qiaodi into the corner, went to the side of the cabinet, picked up the apple and peeled it.

Ye Qiao also found something wrong. The female nurse's eyes were deliberately hiding from herself and couldn't help struggling out of bed. "Miss, are you hiding something from me? What's the matter with the child in my stomach?"

Yeqiao still has some pain in her stomach, but she can feel that the child is still there, which makes her wonder. What can't the female nurse tell her?