President, don't tease me

"I'm a little tired. The doctor told me to have a good rest." Tang Guo suddenly said.

Lin Anxin was slightly stunned. She ordered to leave the house, and opened her mouth with some embarrassment: "then I... I'll see you again next time."

"Yes."

Tang Guo smiled: "you are busy with your work. It's not good to run to the hospital. I'm fine."

Lin Anxin couldn't tell how her smile felt: "well, have a good rest."

Tang Guo has already gone to sleep. What else does Lin Anxin want to say? She turns her back to her and moves her lips. She finally doesn't say it. She turns and walks outside. Near the door, she looks at her uneasily: "Guoguo, I don't know what happened to you, but there's nothing in the world that can't go wrong! A sad thing, if you don't let go of it, it will devastate you to pieces and make you tired. If you choose to put it down and let it fall, it won't hurt you at all. It's up to you to grasp or put it down. Don't do anything stupid!"

Tang Guo didn't respond. She sighed and opened the door. He Zhizhang was outside the door

Beiming Han pushed open the door of the ward and said softly, "Guoguo, I'll go to the company to deal with the documents first and come back in a minute." he shook her hand and turned away.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, he listened quietly as he walked away. For a long time, Tang Guo slowly opened his eyes and stroked his lower abdomen. The child was not a blessing, but a sin. She brought only endless pain!

Tears streamed all over her face. She looked out of the window and on the second floor. Even if she jumped down like this, she still had a great chance of survival. Close her eyes. She was so tired. She was really tired. She thought she was very strong and could support her all the time.

She really can't stand it. It's too painful and bitter. She wants to get rid of it. Tang Guo is tired of lying down and wants to go out for a walk. The nurse sees this scene and quickly comes to help. Beiming Han asked him to take care of it carefully before he left.

"Miss Tang, I'll help you to the garden. The sun is very good today." the nurse didn't know the situation.

Tang Guo was expressionless and said softly, "help me to the roof and bask in the sun. I want to see the scenery there."

The nurse was stunned for a full minute and then said, "ah?"

Tang Guo didn't wait for her. She went outside. The nurse hurriedly followed. She really went straight up to the top floor. The sun was good and the wind was warm. She paced to the guardrail and looked down at the scenery downstairs.

On the sixth floor, say whether it is high or low, and then raise your feet.

"Miss Tang!" exclaimed the nurse, holding her hand tightly, making her painful.

Tang Guo frowned: "let go."

The nurse shook her head and dared not relax for half a minute. This Miss Tang is really strange today.

"You hurt me!" she looked at the nurse calmly.

The nurse relaxed her hand, hung her heart, looked at her in horror, and said, "it's too dangerous here. You'd better go back." she trembled.

"I just want to sit here for a while. It won't do much." Tang Guo raised his legs and sat down beside the guardrail, but the nurse didn't dare to relax at all. A layer of cold sweat exuded from his back: "Miss Tang, be careful... Be careful..."

Beiming Han ran to the sixth floor in one breath, and his chest fluctuated violently. When he saw the scene of the top floor, his heart almost hit out of his chest.

"Tangguo!" his low voice seemed to tremble slightly.

Tang Guo raised his eyes. The sun flowed along his steps and stepped on the tip of her heart step by step. She suddenly smiled brightly. Before he stretched out his hand, she stretched out her hand to hold him and leaned into his arms.

She opened her mouth with some grievances: "you've been there for a long time, I'm so stuffy." her voice was soft and soothed his mood.

Beiming cold felt a little weak, flustered but weak. He hugged her: "shall we go down first? Where do you want to go, I'll accompany you."

Tang Guo thought, "I want to go to church, can I?"

Beiming Han held her hand tightly: "yes." but he held her for a long time.

"Never come up to the top floor again and say you know!" he said strongly.

Tang Guo buried his face in his chest and tried to suppress his emotion: "I see."

As soon as the voice fell, she just felt her body hanging in the air. Beiming cold had already grabbed her and went downstairs.

She changed her clothes. Downstairs, the car was ready, and Beiming Han kept watching. On the car, Tang Guoyi was in Beiming Han's arms and looked like a sweet couple from a distance.

Ling Cheng hasn't heard from Tang Guo for a long time. He sent a private detective to inquire about her whereabouts

But as soon as he entered the hospital, he saw this scene. He saw his beloved woman in the arms of other men. He thought that he could not be a saint. He clearly felt jealous

Thinking like this, he got on the bus to follow their car and drove to the small church outside the effect. With the fresh breath and faint smell of grass, the whole person felt suddenly cheerful.

The car stopped at the church gate. Beiming Han opened the door to get off.

"Han......" she grabbed his hand.

"Hmm? What's the matter?" he looked at her.

"I want to be alone, OK?" she looked into his eyes and begged.

Beiming Han looked at her deep sadness and felt lost. She would rather believe in God than him. All his efforts could not even be trusted by her.

"Be careful, I'll wait for you in the car." Beiming Han closed her collar intimately. He didn't dare to force her now.

Beiminghan watched her turn around and go into the church. He felt so alienated that he couldn't catch her. Beiminghan went in and stood in front of the holy statue. Suddenly he felt how filthy he was.

She covered her face. She dared not ask for God's salvation. Tears seeped from her fingers.

Confession room.

"God bless you!" the priest's low voice had a soothing effect.

Tang Guo closed his eyes, calmed his emotions, and his voice flowed out like water: "I fell in love with a man, but he has been lying to me. He killed my father and my father killed his mother. Is this a bad fate..."

"Child, there is no sin in love!"

"I used to think so, but my father and grandpa are because of him..." she was close to the edge of collapse and stroked her belly: "I think I can't go to heaven full of sin, so I hope to get God's forgiveness before going to hell!"

"Child!" the priest said earnestly, "you love that man too much, but you forget to trust him. Maybe if you open your heart to him, it will be another situation. Why don't you try?"

"I..." she was stunned. She never considered this thing - trust.