Sweetheart was hiding the truth all night, and she didn't sound silent during dinner, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Su Rong couldn't help but wink at Bai Ting, but Bai Ting turned a blind eye. Su Rong herself did not dare to talk too much, for fear of making sweetheart suspicious.

Tomorrow is the last day...

Situ Zheng will come back tomorrow night, Qinglang will come back the night after tomorrow. It will be better tomorrow, and when Qinglang comes back the day after tomorrow, everything will be over.

Su Rong was feeling uncomfortable, and she had to fight for this final benefit for her children.

After dinner, Sweetheart returned to the room silently. Su Rong stood up and wanted to chase after him. Bai Ting couldn't stand it, so she stopped her and scolded her, "Don't force her too much, she's still a child."

"Oh, Aunt Bai is soft-hearted?" Su Rong smiled, "I'm still thinking--"

"You have done everything you should say and do everything you should do. If you are pregnant, don't do anything too much." Bai Ting reminded.

Su Rong didn't say anything embarrassedly, and returned to the room and cursed Bai Ting, who was moody and pretended to be a good person in her heart countless times.

The next day, Sweetheart also left the Situ family with her schoolbag on her back. When she raised her eyes, she suddenly saw a sapphire blue Lamborghini. She walked forward in surprise. He Jiaming rolled down the car window, looked at her, and said coldly: "Get in the car."

"..." When Tianxin thought of him, her mind was filled with the charming voice on the phone.

She asked, "What are you doing?"

"Take you to the hospital."

Sweetheart couldn't raise her head at all. After all, miscarriage was really cruel and embarrassing to her. Except for Vivi, she didn't want anyone to know.

"Where is Vivi..." she asked while standing outside the car.

"She has something to do today, I'll accompany you." He Jiaming pushed open the car door and said expressionlessly.

Sweetheart didn't know what she was feeling, she felt her nose sore and wanted to cry. She sat beside her honestly. He Jiaming glanced at her and suddenly reached out and touched her head.

"If you shouldn't keep it, you can't keep it even if you force it. There are many things that need to be determined by fate, and so is family affection." He suddenly said.

Sweetheart's tears fell instantly, and she was crying in a hurry while sitting in the seat.

He Jiaming took out the paper and wiped her little face. He really hated that she didn't give him a chance from beginning to end.

He was also sincere to Sweetheart. If she married herself, I'm afraid everything would not be like this. She would not have endured this pain.

"Thank you..." Sweetheart said with a sob, "I really don't know what to do...I...I originally wanted to call you..."

"The child is yours, you are pregnant for ten months, and you are the one who has worked hard to give birth to him. Only you can make a decision on your child's stay or leave. No one can help you, and there is no need to ask Qinglang what you mean." He Jiaming said.

The He family and the Situ family are family friends. Of course, He Jiaming knew the rules of the Situ family, but she had taken the first medicine yesterday. It is meaningless to say these things today. All he could do was to accompany her.

He took Shenxin to the hospital with Shenxin. Shenxin found the doctor yesterday and took the second pill at her instructions.

This is the medicine that determines the life and death of small lives in the abdomen.

"After taking the meal, wait in the hospital. When will the gestational sac be discharged from the body? Use the container there to take it and take it over and take it to see it. When will I go back?"

"good……"

Sweetheart nodded weakly and sat on the bench outside.

He Jiaming, who was wearing a suit and tie, sat aside with expressionless face and accepted everyone's fingers. Many people who didn't understand the situation thought this was a couple, and they couldn't help but say that the young people nowadays really don't know how to be proactive and live uncontrollable. If they make a child, they will also have to let the woman suffer this crime.

"I'm sorry..." Sweetheart apologized.

He Jiaming whispered: "It doesn't matter. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I'll take you to the car."

The sweetheart's confidant's child was too tenacious, and many people who came for the abortion had left one after another, but she was still sitting there, so the doctor had to tell her to walk more.

Sweetheart went downstairs and "walked around" in the garden with pale face and painful expression. He Jiaming was with him, and couldn't get up in a while, wishing he could beat Situ Qinglang, a useless bastard thousands of times.

"Does it hurt?" he asked over and over again.

Sweetheart shook his head with difficulty, ran to the bathroom several times, and came out for the last time two hours later, crying into tears.

She was holding a small box in her hand. An oval-shaped object in the box was shocking. He Jiaming took a look and felt unconscious.

Sweetheart took it to the doctor for her. The doctor prescribed a prescription for her and gave her a few instructions, which was nothing more than asking her to go home to pay attention to rest, replenish more blood, and pay attention to personal hygiene.

Sweetheart completely lost his mind to listen, and was so painful that he couldn't stand. He Jiaming carried her onto the car and thoughtfully covered her with a blanket to keep her warm.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly by turning the heater in the car to the maximum.

Sweetheart nodded weakly, as if he had been sucked, and he no longer had his former quirky appearance.

He Jiaming felt pain in his eyes. Sweetheart kept biting his lips and crying silently, unable to cry. He Jiaming touched her little face and said softly: "If you want to cry, cry. No one will hear it except me."

Sweetheart cried bitterly with a "wow" and said in a sob: "My Qinglang child and I... are gone... are gone!"

He Jiaming hugged her tightly, wrapped her thin body in his arms, gently kissed her hair, and used tenderness and tenderness he had never had before.

"Don't cry, the child is gone...you can have it again, you are still young."

"I think I'm sorry for Qinglang...I'm sorry for our children...I'm sorry for everyone..."

"Just be worthy of yourself, nothing is more important than yourself." He Jiaming comforted softly in her ear.

For him, Sweetheart's pain today was not refuted to her at all. Everything was caused by Situ Qinglang. He was ashamed of a man when his wife was most helpless.

Sweetheart cried for half an hour before the tears stopped intermittently. He Jiaming wiped the tears on her face with a wet wipe and asked her, "Is it better? Do you want me to take you home?"

"I don't want to go back...I want to go back to my own house...I don't want to see Aunt Bai..." Sweetheart shook her head and sobbed softly.

He Jiaming thought for a while and then said, "Okay, then I won't go back there, I'll take you home."

He drove the sweetheart back to the Beiting Special Forces. On the way, Shiny was tired and painful, and she slept for a while. So He Jiaming called the servants at home and asked them to buy the special black bone chicken, crucian carp and pork liver, and they would be sent to Shiny's house later.

Stopped the car, sweetheart was still sleeping and was in a daze and became feverish. He Jiaming looked at her eyelashes like trembling butterfly wings in the wind, and looked at her pale face, and the crystal tears hanging on her cheeks, making her heart beat.

"I really like you, but why don't you think about me?" he asked in a low voice.

Then, as light as feathers, he leaned over and gave a gentle kiss on sweetheart's face.

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Chapter completed!