Chapter 1093

At this time, a nurse came in. She looked at Cheng Lin's elated look. She felt a little disgusted. She just lost her child. How could she be so happy?

It's not a trick to tie the man around her.

Cheng Lin's lower abdomen was throbbing. Just now, she laughed a little. She asked, "what's wrong with me? Why can faint suddenly? I don't think it's fatigue. "

After all, excessive fatigue should not let his lower body pain.

She felt that there was a blood clot or blood flow under her body, and her face was a little red. Could it be the moon.

Recently, her life is very irregular, even the monthly events are not allowed, it has been two months.

When Qiao Yisen looks at Cheng Lin, his eyes suddenly pour out some compassion. He thinks he shouldn't say something about her illness, and he doesn't think he should strangle a mother's right to know.

Before joyson could speak, the nurse who changed the dressing said, "you don't know what's the matter with you?"

Then she murmured in a low voice: "I really don't understand that people who have miscarriage can still be so happy. I don't know if there is humanity."

This person's words are like a bolt from the blue. Cheng Lin looks at her belly, and her eyes are full of disbelief: "what did you just say! What did you just say! "

The nurse was startled by Cheng Lin's sudden high volume. She stroked her chest and said, "what's the matter with you? You have a miscarriage. Don't even know you're pregnant. "

Cheng Lin knew at this time that the blood clot under her body was not menstrual blood at all. It was the body of her child.

Her eyes were moist for a moment. She wanted a child so much. She was depressed for a long time after hearing the news that she was unable to have a child from that madman.

It's Qiao Yiming who tricked her into cheering up, but now she has her own child. She hasn't had time to see her father or her mother

No one even knew she existed and left like this.

Cheng Lin can't accept it.

Qiao Yisen's eyes are quick and quick. He pulls off the needle on Cheng Lin's wrist, which is also full of pain.

The nurse seemed to suddenly realize that she had said something wrong. The woman didn't seem to care about her children. On the contrary, she seemed to be crazy.

Cheng Lin's tears fall down her cheek. She suddenly knows why Qiao Yisen will agree to help her find Qiao Yiming. It's not because he suddenly brightens up, but because of sympathy.

Qiao Yisen sat beside the bed: "Cheng Lin, don't be too sad. After all, you are still young."

Beyond that comfort, joyson didn't know what to say.

He has never been a person who can comfort others. It would be nice if there was a woman at this time. Even though joyson felt the pain, he was not a woman after all and could not understand the pain of women.

After crying for a while, Cheng Lin raised her head and asked Qiao Yisen, "does anyone know whether the child is a man or a woman?"

Qiaoyisen didn't expect that Cheng Lin would suddenly ask him this question. His eyes were vaguely absent-minded. He shook his head and said, "I don't know."

No one should know.

Different from the haze of joyson, Ruan Creek looks very sunny here.

After Ruan Xiaoxi turned on his mobile phone, he sent a short message to Chenwei, which said: Chenwei, I'm here.

Ruan Xiaoxi didn't say anything else. I don't know whether Chenwei wants to see her or not. If Chenwei pretends not to see her, or she doesn't want to see her at all, it's OK.

Ruan Xiaoxi has never been the one to be reluctant to offend. She hopes Chenwei can be happy and doesn't want to put more burden on her.

About five minutes, Cheng Lin also sent a text message: "where are you? I'll send someone to pick you up."

Ruan Xiaoxi sent his position to Chenwei. It wasn't long before a sapphire blue Lamborghini stopped in front of Ruan Xiaoxi.

Ruan Xiaoxi swallowed her saliva, and she realized that Chenwei was so rich.

After they got on the bus, they saw that the driver's seat was wrapped tightly and looked very strange. It didn't look like a good man at all.

He wore a black cap on his head, a black mask on his mouth, a large pair of sunglasses in front of him, and gloves on his hands. It was really like a black mummy.

Compared with Ruan Xiaoxi's curiosity, Xie Mu thinks a lot more. Generally, no one is willing to dress up like this. This person looks very likely to be light sensitive.

The disease makes people look no different from normal people at night, but they can't get directly into the sun, and their skin will itch, redden, and even fester.It's not that Jiemu has never met such people before. They usually hide in the room during the day. Few people dare to come out directly like him.

The car drove very smoothly. Ruan Xiaoxi looked at the man in front of him and asked, "are you Cheng Lin's new boyfriend?"

The movement on the man's hand trembles slightly, he does not speak.

I don't know whether I don't want to admit it or deny it.

Ruan Xiaoxi's impression of this man is not very good. Ruan Xiaoxi used to be an entertainment worker. He met many strange people, but few of them were so strange.

Ruan Xiaoxi asked for nothing, so he drew back his neck and looked out.

The car quickly came to the door of a hospital and stopped.

Ruan Xiaoxi looked at the huge sign and asked with some worry: "is Chen Wei ill?"

"This is my home," said the tightly wrapped man

The man's voice is as clear as a mountain spring. Ruan was stunned. I don't know what to say.

Two people followed the man in black into the hospital. Ruan Xiaoxi could not see anything when she just stepped into the hospital. She could not see anything until the weak light came on.

Ruan Xiaoxi looks at Yingying's green light. She is a little nervous. Had it not been for a text message from Chenwei at that time, she would have thought that she had come to the haunted house.

A child's crying voice came from a distance. The man sighed and untied the superfluous things at the door. When he turned his head again, raoshi Ruan Xiaoxi thought that he had seen countless beauties, and he had never seen such an outstanding person.