"Hate, you are all about being a daddy, and you still touch your feet in public... You are not afraid of your baby making jokes in the future."

The coquettishness that came a few meters away was too familiar, which made Yan Xiaye, who came to the hospital for prenatal examination alone, staring at the corner of the corridor, his eyes full of disbelief.

The truth was revealed only one step away, but she didn't have the courage to take one step.

Another more familiar voice followed her like a shadow, and a little doting smile penetrated into her ears: "How could our child laugh at me? He knew that I love you so much, and it was too late to be happy."

"Beicheng, it would be great if the baby was really my biological child. It's all my fault for being unsatisfied..."

"Yan Xiaye and you are biological sisters. The child she gave birth to is half your blood, and she is just a tool to provide ** and **. I have never touched her. The three of us are the real ones.

A family of three, you don’t have to be too careful.”

Yan Xiaye bit his lower lip and leaned against the cold wall and kept trembling.

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would never have known that her husband, who had always been indifferent and ruthless, would have such a gentle and considerate side.

So gentle that in order to make her sister happy, she had already planned to hand over the unborn child in her belly.

"But Xia Ye loves you very much, I always feel sorry for her..."

The unfinished words came to an abrupt end.

Yan Xiaye mocked the corners of his lips and looked at Yan Shuirou, who had instantly silenced in front of him. The other party's delicate and pure appearance reflected in his pupils.

A simple white dress outlines his slender figure. His water-cut pupils instantly contain a layer of mist, which makes him look even more charming and extremely pitiful.

At the same time, his calm footsteps accompanied by the man's cold and cold words, crushing Yan Xiaye's last meager hope in his heart without any mercy.

"What does she have to do with me?"

Before he finished speaking, Li Beicheng stepped forward with his long legs, and a slender and tall figure appeared behind the shaking Yan Shuirou.

He could not help frowning when he saw Yan Xiaye's blood-lost little face at first sight.

Then he gently embraced Yan Shuirou's trembling body. He first made sure that the woman in her arms was not seriously injured, and then he gave Yan Xiaye a cold look: "You have heard it?"

Yan Xiaye glared at the scene of affection in front of her without blinking, and her hands hanging beside her clenched into fists.

Without waiting for her to say anything, Yan Shuirou broke free from Li Beicheng's arms first and pulled her hand with tears in her eyes: "Xia Ye, it's my sister's fault, don't be angry and hurt me.

...Your child!"

Yan Xiaye felt heartbroken, and she didn't even want to shake off Yan Shuirou.

With his hand stretched out his hand to caress his seven-month-old belly, he looked at the cold and ruthless man with a shrill look, and asked word by word: "Because Yan Shuirou can't have children, you promised grandma to marry me, just to make me the most recent

Blood gave birth to the most like your child?"

Looking at Yan Xiaye, who was quiet in the past, red eyes, and the disgust in the man's eyes became deeper: "Where is this place? You make a big fuss, don't you feel embarrassed enough?"

"You and her don't feel embarrassed. What's the point of being embarrassed?" Yan Xiaye was so angry that she trembled all over. When Yan Shuirou came up pitifully again, pulling her clothes and asking her to swallow her anger, she looked at her face.

He raised his hand expressionlessly and slapped the other person hard.

"Bang!"

A quiet person like her would do something, and no one expected that she would love her most in the past.

Li Beicheng couldn't stop it, so he could only watch Yan Shuirou covered her swollen cheeks with one hand, pressed her undulating chest with the other hand, and knelt down weakly, murmured hoarsely and hard: "Xia

Ye, please don’t blame Beicheng, and don’t tell grandma Li’s…”

As she spoke, her breath gradually weakened, and her slender body fell softly.

The temperature in Li Beicheng's eyes instantly dropped to freezing point.

He pushed Yan Xiaye away, who was in trouble, and picked up the woman who fainted from the ground, as if he was holding some rare treasure and didn't dare to move: "Doctor! Shui Rou has congenital heart disease!"

Yan Xia Ye stared at everything in front of him in a daze, and had no time to reach out to protect his stomach, and his whole body was smashed heavily on the wall.

The severe pain swept across the body like a tide, and cold sweat and tears were smashing towards the ground.

She curled into a ball of pain, thinking about asking for help, but she couldn't even hum.

Not far away, the nurse chased out with a prenatal examination report and looked at the blood oozing between Yan Xiaye's legs in panic: "How can I come for prenatal examination alone in such a big month? Call your husband and family quickly. I need someone.

Sign up and surgery immediately!”

"Give it."

The confirmation of Yan Shuirou was properly taken care of by medical staff as soon as possible. The man snatched the exemption agreement from the nurse with extreme impatient treatment, and Long Feifengwu signed his name.

Inadvertently, he glanced at a dazzling bloody color from the corner of his eyes.

The heart tightened without warning for a moment, and when he thought of another beautiful figure, he turned into a ruthless ruthless one: "Yan Xiaye, you better pray that nothing happened in Shuirou, otherwise..."

The last stroke was drawn with his handwriting. The man couldn't wait to throw the documents back into the nurse's arms, and left with Yan Shuirou, who was holding the moon without looking back.

Behind him, Yan Xiaye looked at him deeply for the last time, his eyes looking desperate and sad.

No matter how painful the body is, it cannot compare to the pain in the heart.

I have known each other for three years and got married for one year.

She asked herself that there was nothing to be sorry for him, but he was so cruel to her.

The red light in the operating room was on urgently. After more than ten minutes, the doctor Huang Qian was sweating profusely and gave a wink at the nurse in the operating room.

The nurse nodded and went out to ask whether to protect the big or the small.

Yan Xiaye barely regained his consciousness in the torn pain, and sighed to Huang Qian with a wry smile: "We have known each other for so many years, are you really not going to tell me any problems?"

Huang Qian pursed her lips tightly, her face full of unbearableness and struggle.

She immediately understood, looking at the snow-white ceiling with dull eyes.

For a moment, she even wanted to die with the child in her belly.

I would rather do this than let her husband and sister make all their wishes come true.

However, this idea only flashed by, and in the end it was the maternal instinct that prevailed.

"Huang Qian, protect the child."

"No!" Before the nurse came back, Huang Qian walked to her bed anxiously: "Are you stupid? You are only twenty years old now, and you will have the chance to get pregnant in the future..."
Chapter completed!