"Whose is that?" Mo Shaozun continued to press in a cold tone, stubbornly asking her to speak out.
Lu Xiaocheng slightly broke away from his restraints. She knew that no matter how much she said, he would not believe it. He had already decided that the child in his belly was not his, so what was the use of saying so much?
"Don't tell me, okay, I'll let you tell me." Mo Shaozun growled in a cold tone, picked her up and carried her to his room. The thought of her betraying him made him feel like he was losing his mind.
"You, what are you doing? Let me go." Lu Xiaocheng struggled desperately, feeling extremely frightened and inexplicably uneasy.
Mo Shaozun pursed his lips coldly and ignored her struggle. As soon as he reached the door of the room, he roughly kicked it open, locked it, and threw her on the bed without any pity.
The first thing Lu Xiaocheng did was to protect her child. Although the big bed was made of soft Simmons, she was still afraid of hurting her child.
Mo Shaozun's tall and hot body pressed against her, and he roughly turned her face straight, and asked again in a cold tone, "Tell me, whose child it is."
"It's yours." Lu Xiaocheng said with a firm tone. No matter how he forced her, she just refused to compromise. She knew that once she compromised, she would be admitting that she had betrayed him.
"Say it back." Mo Shaozun's face darkened, and then before she could react, he roughly tore off her clothes, leaving only her underwear, and her snow-white cleavage was looming in his eyes, which immediately aroused his interest.
The lower body is surging with flames.
"No..." Lu Xiaocheng reacted and quickly covered the leaked spring light with his hands. He shook his head and refused with a sad tone, feeling very miserable in his heart.
"Why are you pretending to be noble? I haven't seen anything about you." Mo Shaozun said with disdain and sarcasm, trampling her self-esteem under his feet and humiliating her to the point of being worthless.
Lu Xiaocheng's eyes turned red in embarrassment. At this moment, Mu Zihao's gentle face could not help but appear in his mind. If it were him, he would definitely hold her in his hands and feel pain. But why did he prefer a cold and ruthless man?
!!
"Bitch, don't think about other men." Mo Shaozun looked at her and decided that she must be thinking about Mu Zihao. He couldn't help but get angry and slapped her uncontrollably, ordering her not to do so in a bloodthirsty tone.
Thinking about other men.
Lu Xiaocheng tilted his head, redness and swelling appeared, and it was obvious that he had struck hard.
"Is the child Mu Zihao's?" Mo Shaozun shouted angrily, ignoring the injuries on her face and pretending not to see the pain in her eyes.
Lu Xiaocheng did not answer his words, but glared at him bitterly and growled angrily, "Kill me if you can."
"Kill you, I'm not tired of playing with you, how can I be willing to kill you." Mo Shaozun raised his lips coldly and said in an evil tone, then leaned over and kissed her lips roughly, without giving her a chance to speak.
"No, don't..." Lu Xiaocheng kept shaking his head and refused in a panic tone, fearing that he would hurt the child.
Mo Shaozun fixed her hands and, regardless of her struggle, took off her underwear. After a while, a snow-white, unobstructed body came into view.
But when he thought about this soft, white body that had been embraced by other men, he felt a crazy jealousy in his heart that he could not vent.
"I'll let you tell me." Mo Shaozun swore gloomily, and roughly opened her legs, inserted his fingers deeply, penetrated her lips with his tongue, sucked passionately, and under the torment of duality, Lu
Xiaocheng was immediately moved by him.
But she still gritted her teeth and persisted, not wanting to moan or feel pleasure under him.
"Tell me, whose child is it?" Mo Shaozun pulled out his finger and asked in a gloomy tone, staring at her expression coldly.
"It's yours." Lu Xiaocheng endured the weirdness in his heart and said in a choked tone, sticking to his principles.
Mo Shaozun was furious and pulled her legs further apart. Then he straightened his lower body and roughly entered her body. He moved without mercy and his voice sounded above her again, "Tell me, whose it is."
"It's yours." Lu Xiaocheng cried, and then begged him, "Let me go, please, you will hurt the child."
"Isn't it better if it bleeds? It's not mine anyway." Mo Shaozun said in a cruel and ruthless tone, and pumped his lower body even more fiercely.
One night, Mo Shaozun tried every means to torture her. No matter how painful it was, or how he forced her to question her, she would always say that the child was his, and she was so stubborn that there was nothing she could do about it.
"Ah...it hurts..." Just as Mo Shaozun was pumping coldly into her body, halfway through, Lu Xiaocheng suddenly held her stomach and whined in pain.
Mo Shaozun withdrew from her body and said in a cold tone, "Don't pretend to be dead for me."
Mo Shaozun stared at her coldly, but she didn't respond for a long time. It wasn't until he saw the blood spilling from her legs that his eyes widened in shock. Then he hugged her anxiously and called in an anxious tone, "Hey,
Wake up, don't pretend to me, get up, get up, don't die, don't you hear me."
Lu Xiaocheng, who was in a coma, had no chance to see his nervous side, leaving only tranquility.
Mo Shaozun adjusted her clothes and then let out a heart-rending roar, which immediately attracted the servants, who hurriedly sent Lu Xiaocheng to the hospital.
Hospital.
Standing in the hospital corridor, looking at the red light outside the operating room, Mo Shaozun felt scared for the first time. After seeing her fainting and her legs bleeding, he felt that his head went blank for the first time.
"Shaozun, you bastard." After learning the news, Mo Zhenting, still wearing hospital clothes, came to the operating room from the next room. When he saw Mo Shaozun, he cursed.
Mo Shaozun couldn't listen to anything now. He squatted down and covered his ears, with a look of vulnerability in his eyes.
Time passed by, and Mo Zhenting and Mo Shaozun both waited anxiously. Finally, the red light outside the operating room went out. Mo Shaozun was the first to rush forward, and said in an unprecedented anxious tone, "Doctor, how is she doing?
Sample?"
The doctor shook his head with a heavy expression and said regretfully, "I'm sorry, the fetus could not be saved."
Mo Shaozun took a few steps back in shock, feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart. What was wrong with him? Didn't he want that evil son to be aborted? Why did he feel an inexplicable tingling feeling in his heart when he actually aborted his son?
Mo Zhenting's old body also slumped down on the sofa, it's over! With the child gone, Shao Zun will definitely not marry Xiao Cheng again! Even though his great-grandson was aborted, his heart was sad, but Xiao Cheng was still young and had many things to do.
Opportunity! What he is worried about now is that Shao Zun will regret marrying Xiao Cheng.
Mo Shaozun walked into the ward stiffly. When he saw Lu Xiaocheng, who was pale and unconscious, his heart ached, and he felt guilty. He was the one who caused her to be like this. This was the first time he felt guilty towards her.
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