Du Liaochen's heart seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the lake at this moment, and every inch was cold to the bone marrow. Shen Yake's life and death were uncertain. If once... then Xia Qingge would really disappear completely from now on, just like that night. Stand on the balcony, open your hands, and disappear into his world and this world like the wind!
But, God testified, he really didn’t want to, how much he didn’t want to lose her. Even if he said the word love, he would feel extremely pale and weak now. I still remember that on the operating table, he was determined not to. Leave no leeway to tell her that you have never loved her. It was him who said he didn't love her. He said it himself!
Now he wanted to slap himself hard twice and ask himself why he was such a bastard at that time. Even now, he told her that she might not believe it.
It didn't help, even if he said it a thousand times, she wouldn't be stupid enough to believe it.
A long time ago, when she hated him, it was just because he hurt her physically, but this time it was different. He hurt not only her body, but also her heart, which was riddled with holes.
But now, is there any use in regretting? Tell me, Xiaqingge, what do you want me to do to make you feel better? I don’t ask for your forgiveness, as long as it makes you feel better, just a little bit!
In the morning, Du Yuechen was sitting alone in an empty restaurant. His habit of reading newspapers had not changed, but when he picked up a newspaper, his expression immediately changed. The title of the whole page of eye-catching large characters was "Young Master of the Shen Family." He was stabbed in prison and his life is in danger." In anger, he crumpled the whole newspaper and threw it on the ground. He couldn't help but stamp on it a few times.
"I don't want to see this kind of newspapers anymore. Throw them all out." He said angrily to the housekeeper. Once such news was known to Shazinger, he could not imagine how serious the consequences would be. .
But now that Shen Yake's life and death are unknown, he can only hide it for a while, or preferably for a lifetime. But is it really possible? Is it possible that this is the only way he can do it? Du Juanchen, who has never been afraid of any difficulties, is actually afraid now. He didn't want Xia Qingge to know even a little bit about Shen Yake.
Once she finds out, it will undoubtedly cause thunder and confusion in all her thoughts.
Thinking about it, he hadn't had a meal with her for many days, or even spoken to her in a homely manner. She didn't hesitate, but he had no choice. She became extremely taciturn, shutting herself up in a small room with only herself. She didn't come out or speak for a whole day. Even Sister-in-law Zhang, who was close to her here, didn't call her as affectionately as a daughter like before.
"Young mistress, are you still silent?" He fiddled with the spoon in his hand and looked at the white and tender porridge in the bowl. He suddenly thought that this kind of porridge was her favorite. She had a bad gastrointestinal problem and had stomach problems, so she could only Eat something light. Before her, he had never been willing to eat these. He liked Western food, so he always stayed away from Chinese food. In addition, it was more troublesome, so even in the morning, he ate simple Western food.
But looking at the light porridge, green vegetables, milk, and hot steamed buns now, it turns out that unknowingly, he has already changed with her. He has always cared about her life, but he has never cared about her life. Just admit it!
"Well, basically I don't talk. When I leave the room, I just sit on the swing in a daze. I don't talk day by day." Mrs. Zhang reported Xia Qingge's recent situation in detail. She was really afraid that if she continued, the young mistress would
What happened?
"She didn't do anything, such as watering the flowers, buying things, etc.?" Du Qingchen asked unwillingly. Now Xiaqingge is as lifeless as a beautiful and delicate doll, neither crying nor making trouble.
Can't laugh.
"Young Mistress rarely goes shopping." Sister-in-law Zhang paused, and suddenly seemed to think of something, "Young Mistress went to the hospital yesterday, it should be the home where the old lady lives, and she came back in the evening." Since Xia Qingge has already
She is the young mistress, so her mother should naturally be called the old lady. But this old lady is said to have been sleeping in the bed and never woke up.
The Xia family is actually quite pitiable. They were originally in a good situation, but suddenly they were ruined and completely disappeared.
"Been there for a day?" Du Yuochen was a little surprised that she actually stayed in the hospital for a whole day. Recently, he had a lot of things on his hands and had no time to take care of it. If Mrs. Zhang hadn't mentioned the hospital, he almost forgot about the past few days.
, Qiao called to tell him that Xia’s mother was transferred to another hospital. He said that his hospital had received a set of the latest internationally developed equipment, which was very effective in repairing brain nerves.
He has been so busy recently that he almost forgot. In this case, let's move on. If she can wake up, maybe Xia Qingge will be better. After all, that is her only relative in the world.
"After the young mistress came back, she seemed to be in a good mood and said a few words." Sister-in-law Zhang told what happened when Xiaqingge went to the hospital to see her mother that day. After returning that day, Xiaqingge was indeed in a good mood.
The pointed little face seemed to have a radiance all of a sudden. It was no longer gray and lifeless. What a feeling it was. It was like a person had put down a very heavy burden and suddenly let it go. Yes, he felt relieved.
, as if relieved and liberated.
The whole person looks a lot more relaxed...
"Really? Du Qiaochen suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say anything. Since she is happy, let her go. Maybe he is overthinking and always feels that transferring to another hospital has anything to do with her. Maybe it really is.
He was overthinking it. Qiao was far away in England, so how could he have anything to do with her? He must have been too nervous recently, so he was thinking wildly and everything was related to her.
"If she still wants to go, ask the driver to take her there. You'd better come with her." He didn't want to spy on her, he just didn't worry about her being outside alone. What would he do if something happened?
"Yes, Master." Sister-in-law Zhang hesitated, and then said cautiously: "Master, I think the young mistress will always suppress herself like this. Do you think you need to find a psychiatrist? The difficulty in the young mistress's heart may be temporary.
I won't be able to get through it for a while, or..." Isn't it popular now to have psychological counseling and psychological counseling? Maybe it can be useful for young ladies? The pain of losing a child cannot be overcome in a day or two. If you can't think about it, it will really...
…well!
Du Juanchen fell silent, and his whole face turned livid. He seemed to have thought of something, maybe thinking of the lost child. Sadness also spread. It turned out that it was not only Xia Qingge who was hurt, but Du Juanchen was also hurt.
Same heartache.
He didn't speak or eat. Perhaps he was afraid that others would see his vulnerability. He picked up his coat on the sofa and left without saying a word.
Du Liaochen's temperament has always been calm and calm. Even if he encounters a big thing, he is calm and calm without changing his expression. However, recently, he has lost control.
Behind Du Liaochen's hurriedly leaving figure, there is a Scottish plaid skirt, a round-neck cashmere sweater, and a beige cashmere coat that is slim and waisted. A classic oval face, a gradual chin, and delicate fair skin.
But there was an almost desperate look on her face, and then she seemed to have lost her strength, leaning her back against the handrail of the stairs beside her, slowly sliding down, and actually squatted down and hugged her knees.
"Young mistress?" Mrs. Zhang exclaimed, almost thinking she would roll down the stairs.
Xia Qingge raised his head blankly, not understanding what Mrs. Zhang said for a moment.
She remained in such a fragile posture until a discordant, choked voice came. Her head buzzed as if it was exploding. She had a splitting headache and her pupils shrank unconsciously. It was unbelievable.
Looking at this woman who suddenly broke in, what was she saying?
Xia Qingge seemed to be possessed by a demon, almost crying. What was she talking about? What was she talking about? Why didn't she understand a word? She could only see the people in front of her opening and closing.
She said something, but she didn't seem to hear it. She only knew that the person in front of her was crying, and her tears seemed to be flowing out uncontrollably.
No, how is it possible, how could he die, no, no, she must be lying to her, she is lying to her.
She lost control, went crazy, grabbed Ling Mei's sleeves, and asked over and over again without giving up: "You lied to me, right? You lied to me, right? How could it be, Master?"
How could he die, no, no..." She muttered to herself as if she was trapped in her own world.
"You must be afraid that I'll take him away, so you said that on purpose, right? I won't take him away, no, but you can't curse him to death either?" Xiaqingge murmured like a child.
Talking to himself, his helpless and confused eyes are heartbreaking.
"I'm not lying to you. A dagger of more than ten centimeters stabbed his heart, and it was right in the heart. Xia Qingge, do you think he can still live? Do you think he can still live?" Ling Mei screamed hoarsely and fell to the ground slumped.
, burst into tears.
Xia Qingge's face was pale, as if she was frozen in place, motionless, her whole body was shaking and crumbling, making people wonder if she could fall straight down like this in the next second. It was like that
As if a dagger of more than ten centimeters had stabbed her in the heart, there was a throbbing pain in her chest, which was so painful that it caused convulsions.
Xia Qingge stood still, her face moist. God testified, she really didn't want to cry. She didn't want to. She didn't cry, but she couldn't control it. During the days after losing her child, she thought she had shed all the tears in her life.
How come you are still crying when you are all gone?
Suddenly, shock, grief, sadness, disbelief, all kinds of feelings were overwhelming, like a thunder, splitting her internal organs and making it difficult to breathe...
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