Chapter 447

It's just that this time, I've never met before.

"Wow..." In the operating room, there was a baby boy crying.

I don't know how long she's been sleeping. Zhou Manchun wakes up exhausted from the bed. When she opens her eyes, it's midnight. Her body is no longer that cold feeling. Her heart sinks suddenly. She opens her red and swollen eyes and sits up from the bed.

The wound on the belly hasn't healed yet. Under her fierce reflection, there was a tearing pain from the wound. Zhou Manchun frowned. In his hoarse voice, there was sadness and a light hope. "What about the child?"

Jin Beisen looked at her with worried eyes and recalled what the doctor had said to him a few hours ago

"Children, we will have them in the future." Jin Beisen looked at Zhou Manchun's shining eyes, but his heart was filled with inexpressible guilt.

Zhou Manchun is like a phantom. The pain from her stomach and the feeling of the child being stripped clearly reverberate in her mind. How can she? How can the child be gone?

Zhou Manchun's world seems to have collapsed. She bit her lips, and a sour smell came from the tip of her nose. She could no longer control her tears. She let them burn on her face with unbridled abandon. "I ask you, where is the child!"

Jin Beisen reached out, held Zhou Manchun's shaking body, held her hand and said: "Xiaochun, child The child has gone, and the doctor said, "you are in good health, and we will be able to regenerate later."

"Later? Jin Beisen, there is no future. Get out of here! " Zhou Manchun threw Jin Beisen's hand away. She was disgusted at the man in front of her eyes. She roared angrily, just like an irrational woman.

Jin Beisen's heart has been numb. Although it has been known for a long time that Zhou Manchun would be excited when he woke up to know that the child would be excited without her, why hasn't he been sad? His heart seems to be intertwined with threads, which makes people suffocate.

"Xiao Chun, don't do that." Jin Beisen holds Zhou Manchun's hand, and her warm hand touches her cold fingers. Her heart shakes fiercely.

At the moment, Zhou Manchun couldn't hear anything. He shook his head suddenly. There was an obvious anger in his sharp eyes. He said with gnashing teeth, "Jin Beisen, I will never forgive you in my life."

Jin Beisen holds Zhou Manchun's body and lets her fist fall angrily on his shoulder, but Zhou Manchun doesn't know that day. The man holding her also tears.

This night, very long, Zhou Manchun has been crying until dawn, the whole hospital echoed her heartbreaking cry, with anger and grievances, heart like death.

Zhou Manchun only feels that her body is slowly falling into the abyss, and the person who pushes her behind her is her favorite man.

Jin Beisen didn't explain what happened to him and Lin Xingyan. He felt guilty and couldn't open his mouth. Zhou Manchun didn't ask. She didn't want to know anything, because every word from Jin Beisen's mouth made her feel sick.

He said love her, all based on the lies of love, such love, Zhou Manchun would rather not.

Zhou Manchun stayed in the hospital for a week. From that day on, she never spoke to Jin Beisen, or even looked at him. Jin Beisen stayed with him in the hospital for a week without going to the company. The whole person was decadent, with a sexy chin and a rough beard.

On the day of discharge, Zhou Manchun was in a wheelchair, and Jin Beisen pushed her to the hospital garden to have a sun.

's "midsummer night's dream" piano competition has come to a close. This champion is a more than 20 year old young man who broke into the Internet overnight. No one will remember Zhou pure anymore. Everything in the past is like a bubble, with a colorful dream, flying in the sky, hovering, and finally missing.

On the day of May, people in the sunshine were lazy. Zhou Manchun didn't have a good meal these days. The whole person was haggard. Her ruddy face had no blood color at all, and she was still pale. After giving birth to her baby, she was weaker than other people. She just sat quietly and didn't want to say a word.

Jin Beisen also knew that Zhou Manchun would not forgive himself, so he didn't force him to talk. Zhou Manchun's miscarriage, he concealed information from the outside world, even Zhou Manchun's parents didn't know, Jin Beisen didn't tell anyone.

In the garden, there are two children playing. One is about five years old, the other is about eight years old. The little boy is holding the little girl's hand. In the warm sunshine, their smiles will shine.

Zhou Manchun's ears whirled with the laughter of the two children, only thought it was particularly pleasant. Similarly, their laughter also stimulated her sadness. Every nerve in her body was tense. When she thought of her dead child, Zhou Manchun could not help but feel sad.

I still remember that Jin Beisen told her that the baby was a boy. The seven seven princesses they were thinking about didn't come to this world, but Zhou Manchun also liked boys very much. When she was in college, she thought that if she had a boy, she would dress him up very trendily and cut a watermelon head for him, so that he would be cute.

The melody of "seven princessdream" echoed in her mind. The melody of this song once sounded in her dreams in countless nights. Zhou Manchun closed her eyes heavily, and her long eyelashes closed gently, like a thick layer of sadness.

Zhou Manchun, who hasn't spoken with Jin Beisen for a week, finally spoke, which is the last sentence she said with Jin Beisen.

"Let's divorce." In the garden, the woman in the wheelchair looks sad or unhappy. Her long hair is behind her head. She is mature and elegant. Although her pale face is illuminated by the sun, it is still hard to cover her sadness. She looks up at the sun, only to feel that she can no longer laugh, and will not smile as bright as the sun.

Jin Beisen's eyes never moved from her for a moment. Suddenly, his dark eyes were full of sadness, and his heart suddenly shook. What he feared most was that Zhou Manchun said divorce.

After a long silence, Jin Beisen didn't answer, but said her name gently with a smile, "Xiaochun."

Zhou Manchun didn't talk to him anymore. She had made up her mind and would never talk to this man again.

"Shall we go home?" The tall and handsome man suddenly squatted down. His dark eyes were full of doting smile, and he looked at the woman in the wheelchair.

Zhou Manchun sits in a wheelchair and lets Jin Beisen arrange everything. Anyway, she has been used to it. These days, Jin Beisen has never left her for a moment. She also knows that he may be afraid that he will not be able to think about it. Although she knew the moment when the child died, Zhou Manchun really wanted to die, she would not be so stupid. Her child cannot be a white victim Sacrifice!