Sorry, I can't love you

Tang family.

Xia Bingqing wiped her tears with a handkerchief. Her eyes were red and swollen.

He still complained: "it's a sin. I don't know what I did wrong in my last life. I even did such a thing. How can I see people in the future?"

From the hospital to the Tang family, there was not a word of concern for her daughter in her mouth. It was full of blame.

Tang Ziqi glanced at her and said, "I don't know which wild man's seed it is. You also know that your daughter is like you. Alas, like mother, like daughter."

Xia Bingqing cried even more.

The man sitting on the side was stunned and crossed a trace of suspicion.

"Enough! Don't think things are troublesome enough? "

A majestic voice came, but it was not loud enough to frighten everyone present.

Tang Ziqi tilted his mouth and stopped talking.

Xia Bingqing sobbed in a low voice and kept wiping her tears.

Tang Mo fell into silence and sat on the side watching his mobile phone.

It's been ten minutes. There's no response to the message sent to her.

He frowned deeply and fell into silent meditation.

Will the child be his?

Suddenly, a picture flashed through my mind.

The woman was wearing high-heeled shoes, a tight skirt and heavy makeup. She looked like hooking up with other men in Hongfang street. She went to his room late at night several times and groaned under him.

This woman is a whore. Maybe the child has nothing to do with him at all!

But at the thought of this, he unconsciously clenched his fist and the green veins on his forehead burst.

There was an inexplicable surge of anger in his chest.

Anyway, he should ask clearly!

In the hospital, Xia Liang looked at the dark ceiling. Even though his red and swollen eyes were sore, he still didn't feel sleepy.

My head is blank.

As soon as you close your eyes, the man will automatically appear in your mind.

How many times have I fantasized about marrying him and having children? What I thought would not be realized in my life is now half realized.

With his children.

It's ridiculous.

She stared at the ceiling dully. Tears ran down her cheeks and wet her pillow.

I don't know how long it has passed. When I was half asleep and half awake, I felt someone around me and looked coldly on my face.

She woke up subconsciously, and what came into view was that familiar face.

But at the moment, it is the last thing I want to see.

"Whose child is it?" The man's thin lip opened gently and spit out a word without temperature.

When she turned her back to Tang Mo, she avoided his cold face, but she didn't answer.

Tang Mo's heart softened when he saw the thin figure in front of him and the wet tears on his pillow.

After a few seconds of silence, the cold light in the bottom of my eyes subsided and changed into a trace of warmth.

"Is it mine?"

There was still silence.

Tang Mo quickly walked to the other side of the hospital bed and faced her directly.

Xia Liang turned over again and turned his back to him.

After a long time, a sentence came out of his pale mouth: "you go."

With a little cold.

Tang Mo stood in front of the hospital bed, looked at the stubborn figure, his face was a little stiff, didn't speak, and went out.

Xia Liang was relieved and closed his eyes.

But before long, the silence was broken by the sound of "dada" leather shoes scraping the floor.

She frowned and sat up abruptly from the bed.

The dissatisfied scolded, "didn't you say to let you go!"

Then the air fell into silence.

The man was carrying a bag of things in his hand, and the smile on his face gradually stiffened.

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times: "let... Let who go?"

Xia Liang woke up and opened his eyes. Standing in front of him was Ye Lin with a helpless face.

She tried to involve her mouth a few times, trying to ease the atmosphere, but found that she couldn't laugh.

"I thought... Forget it, it's okay. Why are you so early that you don't have to go to work? "

Ye Lin put down the things on his hand, took out a thermos, opened it, and the fog spewed out from the mouth of the bottle.

He sat down with a smile and shook his head.

"It's more important to take care of you these days."

The corners of the mouth always have a consistent gentle smile.

She was stunned and a strange feeling came naturally.

But it soon disappeared.

"Come on, this is the soup I cooked myself. It's good for your health. Drink it while it's hot."

Ye Lin handed over the thermos.

She took it, took a sip and smiled.

"Unexpectedly, Dr. Ye's hand is not only first-class in surgery, but also good at cooking soup."

After hearing this, Ye Lin finally stretched his deeply locked eyebrows and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"If you can joke, you'll prove it's okay." Said, put on a modest smile and rubbed Xia Liang's head.

"Better. Thank you for your care."

Although her face is still a little pale, she is much better than yesterday.

Ye Lin smiled.

"You're welcome. If Xiao Liang wants to, I can take care of you until you get better." Ye Lin raised the thermos as he spoke, knocked the bottle with his index finger, and continued, "Dr. Ye is also good at making soup."

Xia Liang was amused by his funny actions.

She understood what ye Lin meant.

I have to say that in the face of Ye Lin, looking at the handsome face with sharp edges and corners, she occasionally gets excited.

What's more, the man was considerate and saved her twice.

But even so, what occupied her mind was the cold and heartless face, her "nominal" brother, Tang Mo Shi.

The smile only condensed on her face for a few seconds, and she put on a serious look.

"No, I don't want to delay you."

Ye Lin still smiled, but there was a sudden disappointment in his eyes.

He joked: "that's a pity. Such a good craft is rarely appreciated."

She was again amused by Ye Lin's wit.

Indeed, good workmanship, high appearance, considerate and gentle.

This is obviously a high-quality stock. I can only blame her for Xia Liang's lack of this blessing.

Or maybe she has a tendency to self abuse.

At night, "crimson bar".

A man in the corner frowned and poured cups of deep-water bombs into his mouth. He didn't frown like drinking boiled water.

"Another drink." Tang Mo shouted at the bartender.

The bartender clenched the bottle and was worried: "Sir, you've drunk a lot. If you drink again, you'll be drunk."

As soon as the words fell, a cold look shot at him, like a knife, as if to kill him.

Tang Mo raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "huh?"

The bartender immediately filled the man's glass.

Colorful lights fell on Tang Moshi, but he sat quietly at the bar, sipping wine one mouthful after another.

What flashed in my mind was the woman biting her lips and tears on her face.

"Handsome boy? Drinking alone is so lonely? Buy me a drink. "

Jiao Didi's voice pulled him back to reality.

A woman with all kinds of manners and bumpy figure came up and winked at Tang mo.

Then he blew a hot breath into his ears, and secretly stretched out his hand to draw a circle on his thigh.