Chapter 186

North and South are different from simile. She is a psychologist herself, so many times, she can't say what she doesn't want to say or how to induce simile. Therefore, simile has worked out a way for many years, that is, she can't know what North and South are sad about. She just needs to know the fact that South is sad, and then quietly accompany her, Waiting for her to open up and be her emotional trash can.

When Nan Nan came to see her this time, she was obviously in a bad mood, even though she was very happy every day.

Yuyu quietly looks at the north and south, and gently asks in a soft voice: "what's the matter with Beibei? Is it about song qingran? "

The north and the South suddenly hugged Yu and leaned against her chest.

Yu Wei Zheng, then drooping eyes, hugged her head, gently touched the back of her head.

"I'm pregnant," Nanbei said softly

The pupil of metaphor shrank, she didn't know what to do for a moment, and the whole bedroom fell into a suffocating silence.

After a long time.

"Speech, miscarriage can very painful?"

Cold instruments into the body, stirring, as long as the north and South think of, shudder.

Does abortion hurt?

Words bite the lower lip, the corner of the eye a little cold thin irony radian, how can not pain? The pain made her just mention "induced labor..." "Abortion..." Words, nerve endings will flow with unspeakable pain, bone division, limb separation, muscle stripping.

Those cold tools, recklessly kill the life in the stomach.

The hatred, well hidden by words, looms on the surface of emotion, like a wave that is about to submerge her, take away her breath and plunge into her heart.

North and South said: "Yan Yan, what should I do? I don't want to tell song qingran. I don't want to give him the chance to have an abortion..."

I can't say anything but hold her tightly.

The eyes of the north and the South were red, and there were crystal tears falling from the corners of their eyes. She tightened her lip line: "if he really said the word" abortion ", then I will never forgive him for my whole life."

Her words were meant for her own ears, as well as for metaphors.

In her opinion, Lu Yan can't do without the suffering of words and metaphors. He is not a scum man, but he is not a good man.

He seems to have manners, but he is merciless; he has feelings, but he can only suppress; he will be gentle to words, but only gentle, only gentle, no warmth; when he does anything, his first consideration will never be words.

What's more, the north and the South have not seen any sincerity from Lu Yan. Now Lu Yan is more like a big boy who is not willing to take away the toys he doesn't want.

No matter what he does, this man looks like he is at ease and has a good mind. But love is not a market. If he is too rational, it can only show that he has no emotion.

She doesn't want words to be hurt again. In fact, she didn't understand Lu Yan's idea at all. She didn't know what he wanted or what his purpose was. Maybe Lu Yan thought that as long as he was willing to put down his position and take the initiative to come to her, regardless of the fact that she took him as a stand in, she would forget so much pain foolishly and turn around to talk to him recklessly Make up.

The floor door of the bedroom is open, the cold wind blows in, and the temperature in the eyes of the metaphor dissipates little by little.

"Beibei, don't worry. I won't be so stupid."

At three in the morning, Lu Yan is still awake.

He looked at Lu Shumu, who had been sleeping on the bed, and his chest went up and down gently.

These days, he wondered if Lu Shumu had already known that Yu Yu was his mother. The child was raised in the Cheng family and had a heart of seven tricks when he was young. Even if he had guessed the truth, he would never take the initiative to ask.

Lu Yan doesn't know how to get along with Lu Shumu, or how to tell him the truth that the metaphor is his mother. Other children may ask why his mother doesn't want him and why his mother is not around him.

But Lu Shumu won't ask a question.

He just keeps everything in his heart.

Lu Shumu's psychological quality is good or bad, but no matter what kind it is, Lu Yan can't answer him. The truth is too cruel for a child.

Lu Yan got out of bed and stepped on the floor. Wearing a thin shirt, he went out and stopped at the door of the bedroom.

He twisted the handle of the door with his slender hand, but the door was locked.

His thin lips gently hook hook, words are really against him.

But he had been married to Yanyu. Naturally, he knew Yanyu's habit of putting things. Lu Yan went to the cabinet in the living room, opened the door of the cabinet, and found the key to the whole house from the doll key ring on the top of the cabinet.

He turned on his cell phone flashlight and found the key to Yu Yu's bedroom in the dark.Insert gently and turn away.

The light fragrance is my favorite rose fragrance, which is conducive to sleep. There is no light on in the bedroom, and the floor curtains are tightly closed. It's dark.

Lu Yan slowly groped and walked to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, low eyes, dark eyes staring at her for a moment.

With the heat.

Then he lifted the narrative quilt and lay down in it. The familiar fragrance penetrated into his breath. Her figure just fit his mind, just like they were made for each other by nature.

He vaguely felt that his heart, which had been vacant for three years, was gradually completed. The metaphor is running in the dream, and the scenes in the dream are changing all the time. The tone of each scene is cold and obscure. First, she is alone at the wedding, and the guests look at her with ironic smile. Then in a flash, the guests turn into crows, and the romantic wedding scene turns into a ruined grave. She is thrown into the earth pit of the grave, where Zhou Yun and Xu Yingxia stand Next to the ground, they were smiling at her coldly. In their hands, they held a baby boy covered with blood. The baby boy called to her: "Mom..."

Yanyu opened her eyes fiercely. Her chest was like being pressed by a big stone. She couldn't breathe. Her back was already covered with cold sweat. She gasped hard and her palms were wet.

Her first reaction was to be thankful. It was just a dream.

But in the twinkling of an eye, she was covered with sorrow, which was not just a dream. She moved her hands to touch her stomach, but found that her body was tightly hugged. She slightly shocked, suddenly turned to see, the sky is a little bright, some light through the curtain, fell into the sky. The man is still sleeping. His sleeping face is quiet and clear-cut. It's Lu Yan.