"What did you say?"

Yan Xiaye suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Huang Qian in shock with sweat.

The child...is not from Libeicheng?

How is this possible?

"Sorry Xia Ye!" Huang Qian couldn't raise her head guiltily: "At that time, you came to me for IVF. The assistant doctor took the wrong sperm test tube. It was too late when I found out."

“…Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Huang Qian burst into tears and couldn't help but choke: "You know the situation of my family. The hospital itself is under the name of the Li family. If they knew that I had made such a big mistake, I would definitely

Lose this job.”

Yan Xiaye opened his mouth helplessly, unable to say a word.

This secret came so suddenly that it hit her with a golden star in front of her, and she didn't know what to do.

Just as the two were silent, the nurse returned and embarrassedly avoided Yan Xiaye's gaze: "The family members are in another operating room... cannot contact us."

"Does he still have humanity?" Huang Qian couldn't help but shout: "If he hadn't pushed Xia Ye down for another woman, things wouldn't have become this level, how could he..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Xiaye interrupted her words lightly.

"Preserve small."

"Summer Night!"

"Even if he is not a child from Li Beicheng, he is also my child of Yan Xiaye." Speaking of this, Yan Xiaye held the corner of his lips bitterly, and then there was a heart-wrenching pleasure: "Huang Qian, if it were today

I will definitely find it difficult for you to tell me the truth before, but now, I am very glad that this child has no connection with Li Beicheng."

Her end as a tool is miserable enough. If it were not forbidden, how could she be willing to make her children a prop for those two people's happy life?

Huang Qian sighed heavily and held Yan Xiaye's hand hard: "Okay, I will let you and the baby survive!"

"I believe you. When the child is born safely, I will divorce Li Beicheng as soon as possible and raise the child well."

Three hours passed in a blink of an eye.

Huang Qian cried and laughed and picked up the pink and cute little life, and threw herself in front of the drowsy Yan Xiaye: "Xia Ye, look at how beautiful your son is!"

Yan Xiaye held up his eyelids and looked at him, and the raised heartstrings finally fell.

At the same time, the door of the operating room was suddenly hit hard: "When will the operation inside be over? We received a call from intentionally hurting people and wanted to take the person back to the station to detain them temporarily."

Huang Qian held the child's arm and shook, and looked out the door in shock: "He actually called the police to arrest you?"

Yan Xiaye's weak smile suddenly froze on the corners of his lips.

He is so cruel!

He was so anxious to send her to prison and take her son away to be a family with Yan Shuirou.

And she is not dead. If Li Beicheng knows that the child is not his, what will happen if she does not do?

At the end of her life, she made the most risky decision: "Huang Qian, can you find a way to give the child to his biological father?"

Preparing frozen sperm in advance means that the man should also want children.

Huang Qian felt panicked.

Looking down at the same weak mother and son in front of her, she gritted her teeth and nodded: "I promise you."

Yan Xiaye breathed a long sigh and stared reluctantly as Huang Qian put his son beside the bed and covered with white cloth.

"Don't pay attention to the police outside, go find the man and tell him that the child is born."

The nurse hesitated for a moment, looked at Yan Xiaye with pity again, and turned around and went out as he spoke.

Soon, Li Beicheng's slender figure appeared in the operating room.

"I'm sorry, the mother's emotions fluctuated greatly when she was about to give birth. She hit her stomach again when she fell. The child was born without breathing." Huang Qian's attitude was very natural, and she watched Li Beicheng's reaction coldly: "Do you want to take a look in person?"

?”

The man was slightly stunned and subconsciously looked at Yan Xiaye, who was not sad or happy on the operating table.

In his memory, Yan Xiaye seemed to have always been strong and boring, completely different from the pitiful Yan Shuirou.

A few years ago, when she donated her bone marrow to her grandfather, she was lying quietly on the operating table, her eyes were astonishingly bright as black and white. When she stared at him, she always had admiration and sweetness.

At this moment, there was no smile in the water eyes, and he looked away from him indifferently, as if he would never exist in her heart again.

Li Beicheng's eyebrows and eyes were even colder, and he couldn't tell where the irritability and displeasure in his heart came from.

Restrained his mind, he nodded slightly to Huang Qian: "Okay."

No matter what, it was his child.

Not far away, Yan Xiaye pricked up his ears and raised his heart to his throat.

Huang Qian nodded, hugged the baby wrapped in white cloth in her arms, and handed it out slowly.

Li Beicheng held his breath, and his deep gaze moved with her movements.

Seeing that the man's fingertips were about to touch the child's cradle, a nurse rushed in panting: "Mr. Li, Miss Shui Rou is in a crisis, the doctor said..."

Li Beicheng's outstretched arm froze in the air, and the next second he turned and left decisively.

The door slammed behind him.

Yan Xiaye raised his hand to cover his eyes, laughed bitterly in the dead air, his heart falling indescribable.

It turns out that this is the end of falling in love with Li Beicheng.

Once you give your heart to him, you can't even control yourself.

She was really scared and really stopped loving her.

Outside the operating room, the police who had been waiting for a long time rushed in and put cold handcuffs on her business.

A week later, she waited for her trial in the detention center.

Intentional injury.

The victim's life was in danger and sentenced to five years in prison and executed immediately.

...

Five years later.

The two sides of the tight iron gate of the Western Suburb Prison were cut open.

A thin figure slowly walked out of the iron door, and the outdated pregnant woman's skirt was hanging empty on her body, and it seemed out of place everywhere.

Instead of leaving as anxiously as most prisoners, she turned around and looked at the buildings inside the high walls.

At the age of twenty to twenty-five, just because she loved the wrong person, she had to ruin the best years of her life here.

"Speaking of summer night."

“…”

Familiar and unfamiliar voices from far to near.
Chapter completed!