The Romantic CEO

I had a dream.

A long, seemingly endless dream. I don't remember the beginning of the dream. Maybe in that beautiful house, she painted on the balcony of the bedroom. The sun looked good. Around her were lush green plants, and the cane swing rippled gently in the breeze. I don't know what she was painting, but someone covered her eyes from the back.

"Jiang Yichen, I know it's you. Stop it."

The hands loosened, gently squeezed her chin, turned her face and kissed her.

The feeling in the dream was so real that she even felt Jiang Yichen's hot breath. She giggled and avoided it and said, "why, in broad daylight, let me finish painting."

The other party didn't speak and didn't seem to stop kissing her. There was no way to miss him. He could only succeed. Finally, she was held in his arms. The two sat quietly on the wooden cane swing and watched the sunset.

It seems that the years are quiet at this moment.

Then the picture turned and the color suddenly darkened. She confronted him with a knife.

She was so excited that she could even hear her heart beating clearly.

Jiang Yichen tried to calm her down, but failed. In the end, he grabbed the tip of the knife directly with his hand, and the blood fell on the floor drop by drop and agglomerated into a ball.

Later, there was gunfire from a distance.

The wind is very strong. In the ice and snow, there are crows from time to time. I miss standing in the vast snow field and don't know where to go.

"Jiang Yichen... Jiang Yichen..." she shouted his name. The cold wind poured into her lungs from her mouth. She coughed violently and couldn't make any sound when she opened her mouth.

She was at a loss. Tears flowed out of her eyes and condensed into ice on her face.

Later——

When I woke up from my dream with cold sweat, I saw that it was the ceiling. Not far away were the fresh flowers in full bloom, the green plants on the windowsill were also lush, and the indoor light was bright. It was really the hottest time of the day.

It's summer, not winter in her dream.

She wanted to get up, but her stomach for seven months made her weak and couldn't sit up straight. She gasped and finally rang the bell to let the nurse come.

She asked, "what day is it today?"

"July 15."

It was already the middle of July. She tried her best to drink a mouthful of water. Her whole body was soaked with sweat, and her hair was wet on her face. The nurse asked, "can you still get up? I'll change your clothes for you, and she was soaked with sweat."

Gu Nian shook his head: "I don't have much strength."

Indeed, she almost lost her strength to speak, and finally lay in bed panting.

Gu Nian's medical team are Chinese and foreign obstetrics and Gynecology experts. Before, they made a judgment that they can continue pregnancy, but the child is very likely to give birth in less than a month, which will cause great damage to the mother, and even face the problem of maintaining the big and the small in the end.

The doctor finally raised this question with her.

Care is very firm: "keep my child." She was clearly weak and difficult to say long sentences, but her eyes were still firm under this situation: "I am the child's mother, her life is given by me, and my life is also my own. Don't listen to other people's opinions, just listen to me and keep the child."

This is the decision a mother makes in a crisis.

A mother, the most she can think of is her own child.

The doctor was quite moved and said he would try his best.

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The doctor also disclosed this matter to an Qianhui.

During this time, only an Qianhui can speak and get attention.

There is no mother's family, or her mother's family is still on the road.

At first, the doctor thought it was her mother. Finally, he knew that the lady with temperament was Jiang Yichen's mother.

An Qianhui asked, "has she made her own decision?"

"Yes!"

"Well... Is there a high probability of this kind of situation? Will it be so dangerous?"

An Qianhui gave birth to Jiang Yichen. At that time, it was very smooth. She was well taken care of during pregnancy. No one dared to be reckless with her. Jiang Qingyuan took her in the palm of his hand and took care of her in his heart.

So in the face of this thorny problem, she didn't know what to do for the moment.

She went to discuss with Aunt Li.

Aunt Li said, "why don't you listen to what you think of yourself? Let's make up our minds for her. What if she blames us in turn?"

This is also the reason why an Qianhui considers it.

Moreover, relatively speaking, keeping children seems to be more in line with the consistent thinking pattern.

At this time, all levels of human nature are displayed incisively and vividly.

"But..." an Qianhui hesitated: "if something really happened at that time, wouldn't I?"

"Qianhui, this is her own meaning. What's more, in such a situation, the child is naturally more important. She cares about her mother and tries her best to save the child. That's what she thinks. I think that's it. Don't talk to her about it, so as not to make her think more."

"Good!"

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Originally, the doctor estimated that the amniotic fluid would break at the end of the month, and also planned to help induce labor at the end of the month, but unexpectedly, in the early morning of the 20th, the amniotic fluid she cared about broke. She began to contract, sweating with pain, her teeth clenched tightly, and there was a bloody smell in her mouth.

Contractions are regular and can't stop.

The medical group originally wanted to extend her pregnancy and planned to give her birth in a period of time. The child had just reached 28 weeks, less than 37 weeks. Now it's still a little early.

But it was too late. The child seemed to be in a hurry to come out, making a lot of noise in her stomach.

The pain was so painful that she was about to faint. The uterine contraction kept going, and the pain in her lower abdomen was higher than that for a while. Finally, the doctor decided to let her give birth.

When she was pushed to the operating room, she grabbed the doctor's hand and said, "we must keep the child, we must."

Even if the pain was like being stirred by a hand, she still grabbed an Qianhui's sleeve and said, "Mom, promise me to keep the child."

She was pregnant with this child. After thousands of hardships, she couldn't wait to get many injections and drugs. Her body was swollen all year round, just to let the child come into the world.

Now she's coming.

There must be no mistakes.

Her evening star must come to the world in peace.

An Qianhui's eyes are hot and humid, and almost can't see clearly in front of her eyes.

She never let go and asked her to promise.

An Qianhui had no choice but to nod.

The caring hand loosened.

An Qianhui's tears fell.

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