The 101st Hot Love

In the ward.

Lin Qiao had pulled out the infusion tube, sat in the corner, shrunk himself into a small ball and hugged his knees.

In his mind, for a moment, there was bright red blood under his body, and for a moment, there was dazzling white cloth on Lin Zhengtian's body. It was interwoven back and forth and was about to burst.

On his shoulder, he suddenly had a pair of big hands and bony fingers, which were very beautiful.

He squatted down and gently hugged him.

Gently said, "cry, Joe, you'll feel much better if you cry."

Cry?

Linqiao tilted her head. Why did she cry?

The man whispered, "you know, some tears can't be endured, otherwise it will become a wound for your whole life. No matter your father or our baby, they won't want to see you like this."

Baby

Lin Qiao leaned powerlessly against his shoulder and covered his stomach.

For a long time, the thought of falling into the abyss seemed to be slowly pulled back.

She slowly raised her head, looked at his worried face in the direction of her voice, and murmured, "Lu Yanchen."

"I'm here."

"Dad, he... Died."

"Everyone will die, no one is exception."

"Baby, baby is gone."

Lu Yanchen held her face. "We will have children, many, many children."

Her eyes slowly turned red, trembled with a smile, and said to herself, "Dad is looking forward to our children. That's the first generation he saw. He's in a coma in bed for so long and has just opened his eyes. And the baby, I don't even know whether he is male or female. He hasn't come to the world to see more."

Lu Yanchen listened quietly.

Yiteng, Xie Tong and Qin Ruo stood at the door and listened quietly.

"It's all your fault!" she suddenly roared, then began to cry and pushed the people in front of her. "If you hadn't done those things to the Lin family, dad wouldn't have been lying in the hospital bed. Qin Ziqing couldn't have done these things without you. How can you have the face to come and get out! Get out!"

Lu Yanchen stretched out his hand to surround her and held her tightly in his arms, "Lin Qiao, calm down!"

"I can't calm down!"

She stood up and her eyes were scarlet. "You and your mother were together. You took some unwarranted charges on my father's head and crushed our Lin family. Now it's because of you, Qin Ziqing killed my father! You and I were never meant to be lovers."

Lin Qiao pushed him away and ran out. The pain in her lower abdomen made her stumble, but she fought hard to get rid of Lu Yanchen.

"Lin Qiao!" Lu Yanchen's tearing roar sounded behind her.

But linqiao didn't want to pay attention.

This time, she must leave him at all costs.

Ran to the corridor and bumped into Xiao Ziqian who came anxiously across the street.

"Joe, Joe, you,"

"Brother Qian!" she seemed to meet the Savior, grabbed Xiao Ziqian's hand and hid behind him, "you hurry to me to leave here, I don't want to see Lu Yanchen!"

Xiao Ziqian held her hand and found that her palm was sweating and cold, "Joe, what's the matter with you? Are you okay?"

"You take me out of here quickly! Will you!"

"Lin Qiao!" Lu Yanchen strode out and stared at the two people standing opposite, "come here." he stared at Lin Qiao closely.

Lin Qiao shook his head and hid behind Xiao Ziqian with a cry.

Xiao Ziqian felt that she was shaking all over, no more nonsense, and hugged her with one hand to leave.

"Stop!" Lu Yanchen strode forward and grabbed Xiao Ziqian's shoulder, but Xiao Ziqian turned around and punched him on the side face with twelve points. "Lu Yanchen, since you can't take good care of her, don't bother her again!"

"Yan Chen!" Qin Ruo ran forward quickly, "are you okay?"

Lu Yanchen stood up, rubbed the corners of her bleeding mouth, and stared sharply at the direction Xiao Ziqian and Lin Qiao left.

Lin Qiao was brought back to his private apartment by Xiao Ziqian.

Just back, she locked herself in the room and cried all the time. After crying, she began to have a high fever.

After burning for two and a half days, she almost got pneumonia. On the third day, she finally got rid of the fever and woke up slowly.

Her arms were numb. She was about to move, but she found Xiao Ziqian lying by the bed, looking tired and sleeping.

Her whole body was soft and weak. The pain in her lower abdomen was obviously much better. She struggled to get up. At this move, Xiao Ziqian suddenly sat up.

The four eyes are opposite, as if they were separated from each other.

Lin Qiao wanted to speak, but found her voice dry and hoarse. She opened her mouth but made no sound.

Try again before you make a bad sound.

"Joe, you finally wake up!"

Xiao Ziqian reached out to touch her forehead and felt her temperature. "It doesn't seem hot."

Lin Qiao said, "brother Qian, I want to drink water."

"OK, you wait for me."

He immediately got up and poured her water.

After drinking two cups in a row, the viscera and throat felt slowly alive.

Lin Qiao wiped the corners of his mouth. "Have I slept for a long time?"

"Three days."

Three days?

She suddenly had a particularly crazy idea and grabbed Xiao Ziqian's wrist, "that father and baby,"

Xiao Ziqian said in a deep voice, "Uncle Lin's funeral is over. It was run by Lu Yanchen. When you recover, I'll take you there."

The hand holding his wrist fell feebly.

Full of expectation also slowly fell into hell.

Xiao Ziqian sat by the bed and gently hugged her, "Joe, don't be sad, you still have me."

She endured the moisture in her eyes, nodded, buried her face in her knees, and suddenly had an illusion that she didn't know how to face the world.

The father is gone and the child is gone.

She will be the only one in the future. What should she do?

The roar of thunder outside the window pulled her back.

She looked up slowly. "Is it raining?"

"Yes, it's been a day."

She struggled out of bed, went to the window, looked at the majestic rain outside, the white fog rising air, and her mind didn't know where to fly.

Eyes are full of sadness, how can't suppress it.

Xiao Ziqian looked at her desolate back and his eyes were distressed.

"Joe, you just had a miscarriage. Don't be too sad. Cheer up."

"How to cheer up?"

Her close relatives have been lost. She has no motivation to work for them for so long. What else can she cheer up.

Outside the window, thunder roared, and a dazzling lightning burst out of the gray sky.

The doorbell at the porch made an urgent sound.

Xiao Ziqian said uneasily, "although uncle Lin's death is deplorable, it seems to me that it is a relief. What a resolute man he is. We can't understand how painful it is for him to stand on the hospital bed all day. He is looking at you in the sky now, but you are so sad regardless of your body. Do you want to make him uneasy?"

Now, as long as Lin Zhengtian is mentioned, Lin Qiao can't help crying.