Suddenly, he leaned down and kissed her lips fiercely in her frightened eyes. He kissed and bit hard, as if trying to find the taste that he had been most attached to.
.But all he tasted was the bloody taste of rejection.
However, he will not give up, no, he will not give anyone a chance to get close to her again, he can no longer bear it. She is his, only his. His movements suddenly became crazy, and the whole
His body pressed against hers, and regardless of her rejection, his eyes were already red with jealousy, and all that was left was plundering. plundering the body that originally belonged to him.
"You are mine, Lan Lan. I know I was wrong, so give me a chance." He tasted the tears of two people on his lips, his and hers. He thought he was cold-blooded, but he was
There are no tears. It turns out that his tears are also salty.
She stretched out her hand to Qinglan, trying to push him away. His breath made her whole body feel uncomfortable. The scene that had been deep in her heart made her feel sick to her stomach. The bodies of men and women in the room
Their entanglement, their rough roars and moans, the ups and downs of their bodies, everything looked so disgusting.
No, no, she pushed his hand in confusion, Qing, save me, save me...
Suddenly, there were throbbing pains in her lower abdomen, and a wave of warmth fell from between her legs. It was Xiang Zheng's life...
Her eyes slowly closed, despair spreading in her eyes. In the darkness, she seemed to see Qing's accusing eyes, "Don't, Qing, don't look at me like this..."
Su Zhetuo found that the woman on his body no longer struggled. There was a moment of ecstasy in his heart. Did she accept him? Did she...
However, when he wanted to continue, he discovered her pale and bloodless face. Then he lowered his head and saw a sudden blood stain on the sofa, seeping out of her clothes, as if her life was drained away.
...
"Lan Lan..." He trembled and shouted her name. The blood completely receded from his face. Lan Lan, he quickly picked her up, his black suit stained with the blood on her body, and moved toward Qing Lan's.
His lips kept moving slightly, as if he was calling someone's name.
Arthur suddenly opened his eyes. He sat up and covered his chest. He didn't understand what the heartache was. It seemed like someone was calling his name. It was so painful and so scary.
In the blinding darkness, his lips moved, and his green eyes were so dark that no emotion could be seen, only a coldness, too much coldness.
"Arthur, what's wrong with you? It's very late." The woman on the bed hugged her from behind, her straight black hair falling on his shoulders. She put her hand on his back, and suddenly a big hand grabbed her
He held her hand.
"Don't touch me," his voice was cold, and Wang Xiaolan couldn't help but shrink back. This man's character is really unpredictable. Sometimes, he can pamper her to the heavens, and sometimes, he can't.
When he touched it, it was extremely uncertain.
"Arthur, what's wrong with you?" Wang Xiaolan took back her hand, but before she could feel sad, she was hugged tightly.
"Lan, is that you?" Arthur put his hand on her shoulder, and his fingers were tangled in her hair. It was indeed his familiar feeling. His Lan should have straight hair.
"Arthur, what's wrong with you? If you have anything, please tell me. I'm your Lan." Wang Xiaolan hugged his waist, enjoying his unique tenderness.
This man may be cold and unrecognizable, but if you can get his tenderness, then you will be a happy woman who wants to die.
His tenderness can make you do anything to exchange it.
"It's okay, go to sleep," he patted Wang Xiaolan's back gently, while his eyes kept looking forward. In the darkness, a unique indifference flashed through.
A vehicle left at an extremely fast speed. Inside the hospital, Su Zhetuo leaned against the cold wall with a pale face. He was so familiar with the hospital that he was a little disgusted by the familiar ones.
His hand suddenly dropped to the wall, and because of too much force on his fingers, a blood stain was left on the wall. He looked at his hand, what on earth had he done?
He held his head and blamed himself in pain.
The door of the operating room opened, and the doctor walked out. Before he could ask, the doctor pointed at him and cursed, "How did you become someone's husband and make a pregnant woman malnourished and depressed?
It’s very easy to have a miscarriage, did you know?”
The word miscarriage made Su Zhetuo take a few steps back in shock. He couldn't believe what the doctor said. "Miscarriage." What did the doctor say? "Miscarriage." Then it means she is pregnant. It's not his, but that fool's.
child.
And what did he just do? He killed her child.
"Don't worry, the child is still there, but there can't be another time. This child seems to be very healthy, but because the mother's body is too weak, it will be difficult to save it again. Especially since she has had a miscarriage before.
Childbirth." The doctor thought he was blaming himself. Seeing his fear, he comforted him softly. Maybe he really didn't pay attention.
She had a miscarriage and lost a baby. When did it happen? Su Zhetuo's voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
"Let her stay in the hospital for a few days first. Pregnant women's tempers are always unstable. Let her do whatever she wants without irritating her."
The doctor was still talking about precautions, but it was obvious that Su Zhetuo didn't hear the meaning of his words. There was only a buzzing sound in his mind. She was pregnant, and she had a miscarriage once. That was
When did it happen? Never be like that, never...
"When did that child miscarry?" He finally said his voice, but it was hoarse. He clutched the sleeves of the doctor's clothes tightly, and even his fingers were cold.
"About a year ago," the doctor frowned, and finally took out his hand. This man's hand was really strong, but he looked at him from beginning to end, with a kind of contempt in his eyes. It turned out that
, he doesn’t even know this, he is really a failed husband.