"A'Zi! A'Zi! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you...and for our child...A'Zi! A'Zi, I beg you to wake up quickly! A'Zi!"
The man in his arms did not react at all. The blood from his lower body continued to spurt out like spring water, and soon stained a large area of his clothes.
"Master, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. According to my subordinates, this must be a trap set by Murong Yuanhong. His purpose is to deal with you. The internal line installed by my subordinates at Murong's house has already called, saying that it is Murong Yuanhong."
Qingzhen has been brought out to look for him. He will definitely come here soon. Master, please put down Miss Jiang... We have to leave here quickly! Master! You can't give up what you have planned so hard for a little accident.
all!"
"Lvying, I can't...I can't just leave her here...and our child...I'm a bastard! I'm sorry for her!"
"But have you ever thought about it, if you take her away rashly now, not only will Master not be able to tolerate her, but Murong Qingzhen will not be able to let us leave smoothly, and it will even cause greater harm to Miss Jiang! In this way,
All our previous efforts will really be in vain! If Murong Qingzhen can't find anyone, he will definitely not give up. You haven't fully recovered your skills yet, and we can't go head-to-head with them! Master, please calm down.
a little!"
"No! I can't do it, I can't do it... Ah Zi! Ah Zi!"
"There is no time, Master. Murong Qingzhen will be here soon. You know that he loves Miss Jiang and I believe he will take good care of Miss Jiang. Master, I beg you!"
Jiang Zimo was in a daze as she listened to their argument. She never spoke or opened her eyes.
However, she knew very well in her heart that she knew what choice he would make.
After all, he could only slowly put down her body. On the cold bamboo bed, the blood that had dried up once again fell on new, warm blood with his unique scent.
He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, turned around again and again, and finally flew away.
Jiang Zimo opened her eyes weakly. At this moment, she finally heard the sound of her heart dying.
It was a crisp sound, similar to the sound of breaking glass, clear, poignant, and decisive.
When spring finally arrived, it was already a month later.
In this month, Murong Qingzhen didn't hear Jiang Zimo say a word.
Not only did she lose her child, she also lost her entire will.
Jiang Zimo now needs drugs that suppress depression to treat her autism. Doctors say that the damage caused by this huge mental trauma may follow her for life.
Murong Qingzhen walked into the VIP ward of this hospital as usual. The Spring Festival meant nothing to him anymore. Because of Jiang Zimo, his world was only filled with the haze of not seeing the light of day year after year.
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He secretly sent people to investigate the robbery that happened before. Unfortunately, all the people involved in the scene were silenced, and no one left any useful information.
At first, he thought it was his father who sent someone to do it. In the mountain hut, he even found cash checks transferred to them by the Murong Group on the corpses.
Judging from the evidence alone, it is indeed irrefutable.
But later, when he calmed down and thought about it seriously, he categorically rejected this judgment.
There is nothing better than a father to know a son, and nothing better than a son to know a father.