Ms. Lu asked in detail, and the doctor gave a lot of instructions.
Su Xiangwan is pushed into the ward, Mu Beiting has been sitting by the bed, holding her hand tightly.
In the blink of an eye, she will disappear.
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when Su Xiang woke up in the evening, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.
My eyelashes trembled and I opened my eyes slowly.
She frowned at the sight of white flowers all around her.
But soon she realized that she was in the hospital.
"Child My child... "
She stroked her stomach subconsciously.
Mu Beiting gently grasped her hand, and his voice was low: "the child is still there."
Su Xiangwan was slightly stunned and looked up at his scarlet eyes.
He's guilty, he's sorry.
Su Xiangwan regained consciousness, took his hand out of his hand, turned his head to the side with his back to him, and dropped his eyes gently.
Eyes sour, a string of tears rolled down from the corner of the eye.
She has always been worried about being a mother.
She has too much fear and uneasiness, but also too much confusion and loss.
But that moment, watching the blood from the leg a little bit down.
She could even feel the little life pulling away from her body.
She knew, even if it was just her delusion.
But that moment of panic and uneasiness, is true.
She's never been so scared.
She was afraid that she would lose him before she could become a mother.
Mu Beiting's throat was dry. He gently grasped her hand and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry."
Su Xiangwan didn't turn around and didn't want to say a word.
She still took her hand out of his.
He didn't dare to exert himself. His eyes were slightly sour.
"Are you thirsty? I'll give you water. " He tried to say more.
But in this cold hospital and reality, it seems that everything is so powerless.
He lifted her up and poured her a cup of warm water.
Su Xiangwan drooped his eyes, did not pick up, also did not look at him.
The room was too quiet, and soon the door was pushed open.
Ms. Lu and others came back, and the room was full of excitement.
Lu Zhixuan glanced at her son, who was sitting beside the bed with a pale face. She didn't say much, but asked Su Xiangwan with concern: "how about it? Is there any discomfort? "
Su Xiangwan put out a smile on her pale face. "No, it worries you."
"Haven't you had breakfast yet? Hungry? Mom just made the servant cook some porridge Lu Zhixuan said, will not know from where to carry out the heat preservation bucket, put on the bedside table.
Su Xiangwan was about to shake her head, but Ms. Lu was already busy.
Immediately, the porridge bowl and the spoon were stuffed by her to Mu Beiting.
Mu Beiting and Su Xiangwan looked at each other.
She looked away and said nothing.
He sat on the edge of the bed, carefully tested the temperature of the porridge, then scooped it up with a spoon and sent it to her lips.
Sue looked at the porridge in the spoon at night.
His voice is low hoarse, light voice way: "eat a bit, do not eat stomach can be uncomfortable."
"Yes, how much to eat. Now that you have a double body, you need to eat more." Ms. Lu spoke on one side.
"Late, for the sake of my little nephew, you should have some." Mu Chenzhou is on the side.
Li Xiaoxiao sat on her side and nodded.
"You scared me to death. It's not easy to be a mother."
Seeing a pair of eyes are looking at themselves, Su reaches out to the evening, intending to take over the atherosclerotic bowl in his hand.
Mu Beiting did not let go and insisted on feeding her.
Su Xiang evening light drop eyes son, did not refuse again.