There was a moment of stunned silence spread between the two people. After a long time, Hai Zhuoxuan sighed, "We agreed not to involve it. You kept the child privately and caused the pain today."

He paused, "Get well to recover from the wound."

The phone hung up, Song Mengjie cried and fell on the bed, feeling very sad. He said nothing wrong, he wanted the child to be crazy, everything was done without him, how could she ask him to be with her at this time

Around you?

I feel very sad inside, I miss him, miss him very much.

I picked up the phone and called again. There was a busy voice on the opposite side, which made people feel desperate.

The door was pushed open, and the nurse walked in. Seeing her crying so hard that she thought she was crying for the child, she saw that she was the only one in the ward, and she smelled: "Where is your husband? There has not been any notification yet."

As soon as she heard her words, Song Mengjie's eyes were filled with a little despair. She put down her cell phone and choked up and said, "Can you lend me your cell phone to call me?"

After getting the nurse's cell phone, she trembled and entered the phone number that was already familiar with her chest. The phone rang and was picked up. She was afraid that Hai Zhuoxuan would hang up again, so she hurriedly said, "Can you please?"

You come to accompany me, after all, it is our child. I just want you to accompany me for two days. As for Chu Qing, she won’t notice it. You just say whether you are working as before."

She hurriedly finished speaking, and the back of her phone was shallow, with a little anxious breathing sound, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Sister Mengjie?" Ye Chuqing's voice was slow and trembling. She could feel the surprise and despair between her lines without looking at her.

Song Mengjie felt a thrill in her heart and said hurriedly: "Chuqing, listen to me."

"Pu" the phone fell down hard and made the last sound. She heard the footsteps leaving and someone exclaimed, and her heart became heavier and heavier.

She curled up and didn't dare to say this until she saw Ding Yiyi pushing the door open.

Ding Yiyi was so anxious when she saw her crying that she was crying, but she didn't know how to comfort her. She could only sit beside her and keep saying, "It will pass, you have to be strong."

Ye Nianmo had been standing beside her, her eyes swept over her arms wrapped in white bandages from time to time. Although the wound was not deep, it would take half a month to completely heal.

He accidentally swept over Song Mengjie's face, but found that the other person's face was not only sad, but more fear. What was she afraid of?

Song Mengjie felt Ye Nianmo's gaze. She glanced at the other party, then turned away guiltily, and pulled Ding Yiyi's hand and refused to let go.

"What are you afraid of?" Ye Nianmo suddenly spoke.

Song Mengjie shivered, her lowered head lowered, and her hand holding Ding Yiyi tightened.

Ding Yiyi thought Ye Nianmo was still putting pressure on Song Mengjie and was a little angry, "Her child has already been lost, so don't bully her at this time."

"What are you afraid of?" Ye Nianmo asked in a deep voice, this time his voice became colder and oppressed.

Ding Yiyi stood up and stopped him from looking at Song Mengjie with a sound, and his expression was really angry, "Ye Nianmo, she is my friend! I will not let you bully her like this!"

She danced her arms angrily, making a look of swearing to defend her to the death, and her chest was violently rising and falling due to anger.

Ye Nianmo swept over her injured arm and turned his gaze to the person behind her. The latter noticed it and shivered again.

"Don't touch the wound." He said with a serious expression, then turned around and left.
Chapter completed!