"..." Yu Mengxi widened her eyes in surprise, and once thought she had heard it wrong.
Use medicine??
Pregnant?
marry?
Downstairs, Xiaoxia's eyes were filled with horror when she heard these words accidentally!
Her three views were simply broken.
Has the wife become such a person? What is the meaning of doing this?
After a while, the lady's cold voice came again-
"I don't want him to be so crazy for a woman. Look at what he looks like now?" Kyoi Zhixia was both disappointed and distressed, "Do you still have a little bit of the big president look?"
Yumengxi leaned against the railing, and she calmed her mind.
"This kind of love will only make him exhausted." Jing Zhixia's tone was sad, "Mengxi, I want you to love him well in the future and let him enjoy the feeling of being loved so that he can concentrate on his work."
"But he doesn't love me..." Yu Mengxi was so sad and confused, "He asked me to leave." As a woman, she also hopes to be loved.
"Who dares to let you leave without my permission?" Jing Zhixia looked at her intently, "Do you care? Have you ever cared about whether he loves you?"
"..." These words were a bit heartbreaking.
She asked again, "As long as you can marry him and become Mrs. Jing, even if he doesn't love you, will you care?"
Yu Mengxi's eyes were red and swollen, and she shook her head decisively, "I don't care... I just love him, I feel very happy if I can be with him."
"Then keep loving him well!" Kyōshika's eyes looked cold, "Leave the rest of the matter to me."
Yu Mengxi, who was shot into the cold palace, saw another glimmer of hope. She became strong and brave. The aunt forgave her and stood on her side.
Yu Mengxi was so happy that she forgot the pain in her abdomen. A smile appeared on the corners of her lips, although there were still tears on her face.
She felt that she was a lunatic, a lunatic who was not understood by the outside world, and a lunatic who was happy.
downstairs.
Xiaoxia staggered back two steps, held the corner of the table with her fingers, and she tried to calm her mind.
Madam, isn't she clear-headed?
"Do you have something to do?" Jing Zhixia asked Yu Mengxi, "Have you bumped into it? Do you want to see a doctor?" It seemed that she was only seeing her covering her abdomen at this moment.
Yu Mengxi shook her head repeatedly, and a smile appeared on her face with mottled tears, "It doesn't matter, I'm fine, thank you for your concern."
"Then you go back." Kyung Zhixia looked at her scrutinizedly, "I'm a little tired, I want to take a break."
"good."
Then Yu Mengxi watched her turn and enter the bedroom. When she heard the door gently closed, she retracted her thoughts.
I don’t know what kind of mood she felt, so she held the railing and walked downstairs step by step. With each step, the pain in her abdomen would increase by one point.
Finally walking down the last stairs, she was so painful that she sweated slightly and her eyes were a little dark.
Downstairs, Xiaoxia was wiping the table with a rag, deliberately turning her back to her, and didn't want to say hello to her, and listened to the sound of footsteps and left.
Xiaoxia turned her eyes and glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window with displeasure. It was really strange that the two of them hit it off!
Mr. Jing doesn’t love you at all, so what is the purpose of marrying him?
As soon as Yu Mengxi drove away, her face turned a little purple, and there was a huge pain in her abdomen, as if she was going to swallow her little by little.
Holding the steering wheel with one hand, she trembled and took out her cell phone and dialed Su Lingling's phone, "Lingling, I...I'm going to the hospital, you can accompany me."
"What's wrong with you, Mr. Yu?" Hearing something was wrong.
"Go to the hospital and wait for me." After saying that, she hung up the call.
Yu Mengxi's expression became more and more painful, but she insisted on driving the car to the hospital gate.
A private jet takes off from Emerald Bay and heads directly to New York.
Jingting did not bring his entourage, but arranged for New York's subordinates to conduct a carpet-style search.
He was in a very serious mood. Looking for people in a big city is like finding a needle in a haystack.
He was afraid that he would not be able to find her...