Chapter 211

The door is closed, song Xiaoya Leng in situ, can't help but touch his stomach with his hand.

There is a baby in it. There is a fresh life in her belly. It belongs to her baby.

After going to the toilet, song Xiaoya comes out from inside. As soon as she opens the door, she sees Jiang Beichen standing at the door.

Seeing her coming out, Jiang Beichen frowned, and then came towards her.

"I can walk by myself..." See him come over, song Xiaoya subconsciously will step back.

Walking from the bathroom to the bedside, it's just a short distance. It's just a few steps away. She can walk on her own without being held by him.

Jiang Beichen black face stopped, and then watched song Xiaoya snail like walk back to the bed, and then back to the bed inside to lie down again.

"Hungry? What you want to eat, I'll send it right away. " Jiang Beichen walked past and asked in a low voice.

"I'm not hungry now. I don't want to eat. I just want to have a quiet rest." Song Xiaoya took a deep breath, and then whispered.

Jiang Beichen just like did not hear her words, took out the mobile phone, said to the other side: "immediately send some light porridge to the ward."

Hearing that he called for porridge, song Xiaoya thought that he was hungry, so he didn't say much. He closed his eyes and began to nourish himself.

But the brain is still too confused, as long as you close your eyes, those messy pictures, screams, jumping pictures, and Jiang Beichen's cold and fierce expression are flashing all the time.

All this was too hard for her to accept.

Soon, the bodyguard sent in a still hot lean porridge. Jiang Beichen put the porridge by the bed and sat down, "Song Xiaoya, get up and eat"

"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat now." Song Xiaoya opened her eyes and repeated it. She said she was not hungry just now. Now she really has no appetite to eat.

Jiang Beichen frowned and asked the bodyguard to move a chair. Then he sat down by the bed and picked up the bowl of porridge. "I'll feed you."

She has not eaten anything since she woke up. How can she not be hungry.

He said he wanted to feed her. Song Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, and then sat up slowly, "that I eat it myself... "

Jiang Beichen's face sank. She was deliberately keeping a distance from him. Maybe her heart was still afraid of him.

This makes Jiang Beichen's face a little pale.

Song Xiaoya goes to pick up the bowl on Jiang Beichen's hand, but Jiang Beichen doesn't let go. He still holds the bowl tightly, "don't move, I'll feed you."

He picked up the spoon, filled some porridge, and put it on her lips.

Song Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him, then looked at the porridge, and then slowly opened his mouth and ate the porridge.

See her honest ate a thing, the face of ginger North Chen this just relaxed a few minutes.

Only after eating half a bowl, song Xiaoya couldn't eat any more. Jiang Beichen did not force her any more, but let people carry things down.

After eating half a bowl of porridge, song Xiaoya lies down again, shrinks in the quilt and closes her eyes. She looks like an injured little meow.

She's been like this ever since she woke up.

Jiang Beichen stares at her for a while, then turns around and leaves the ward.

A servant comes to the hospital from the villa to take care of song Xiaoya and let others in and out of the ward. Jiang Beichen is not at ease.

This afternoon, Jiang Beichen rarely has not appeared, the ward inside seems a little lonely.

In the evening, after having dinner, song Xiaoya wants to take a bath and ask the servant to help her take some clothes to the ward.

She lives in the most luxurious VIP ward in the hospital. The furniture and furnishings are very similar to the style of some high-end business hotels.

Even the bed is a double bed.

After lying in the quilt, song Xiaoya closed her eyes again, but every time she fell asleep, she would wake up quickly. What lingers in my mind are all the pictures of that day, the appearance of the woman jumping from the building falling into a pool of blood

When Jiang Beichen came back to the ward from the outside, the servant just came out of the ward, "is song Xiaoya asleep?"

"I've been sleeping, but I didn't sleep soundly, like waking up several times." The servant thought about it and answered truthfully.

Listening to the servant's words, Jiang Beichen's eyebrows wrinkled deeper, she may have a nightmare.

"You go to rest first." He said to the servant.

The servant nodded and turned away.

Jiang Beichen strides into the ward.

The room was dark and there was no light. He felt a little relieved when he listened to her even breathing.

He gently untied his coat, threw it on the sofa, opened the corner of the quilt, lay down and hugged her from behind.

In the morning, the sky is still a little hazy. Song Xiaoya wakes up from her sleep again. She shouts, "don't jump!"All of a sudden, he sat up and took a big breath.

"Nightmares?" Jiang Beichen also sat up from her side, eyebrows locked looking at her, face with a deeply worried expression.

Hearing Jiang Beichen's voice, song Xiaoya is startled. She turns her head in a hurry and finds that he is beside her.

She calmed down for a while, sipped her mouth, said nothing, and slowly lay down. Jiang Beichen held her in his backhand and lay down, holding her hand. Her palms were covered with sweat.

He put his head close to her and gave her a kiss on the face, then whispered in her ear, "don't be afraid, I'm here."

Growing up, Jiang Beichen didn't comfort anyone, and he didn't know what kind of language to use to comfort people, but he knew that she needed comfort now.

Jiang Beichen some hate oneself, on the face take the color of heartache, embrace her more tightly.

Song Xiaoya doesn't speak. She just closes her eyes tightly. In her dream, she sees the girl jumping down the stairs again. She wants to rush to stop her, but she can't reach her. She can only witness the tragedy again and again.

Song Xiaoya is dizzy and sleeps in Jiang Beichen's arms again. This time, she is more stable and doesn't wake up until dawn.

Jiang Beichen is no longer lying beside him. Only the perfume on his pillow remains on him.

"Miss Song, are you awake?" The servant saw song Xiaoya wake up, and quickly came over, "I'll ask someone to deliver the food. You go to wash first, and then you're ready to eat."

"Good." Song Xiaoya lifted the quilt, stood on the ground, and walked slowly towards the bathroom.

After washing and gargling, when I came out of the bathroom, the servant had already delivered the breakfast and put it in place.

It's all fresh eggs and milk.