After staying in the hospital for a week, she immediately asked to go home. Aunt Li couldn't persuade her, so she had to promise and called for a car to pick her up. As soon as Yang Yang got out of bed, her legs were trembling and her feet were so flimsy that she could hardly walk. Aunt Li was so distressed that she helped her to walk cautiously. The old man seemed to have grown old all night, but complained to herself repeatedly: "good end If I was at home, I would not be the child... "

Obviously, it can be saved. According to the servants, the central bank has always been good and there is no bleeding. If it is sent to the hospital quickly, it will not become what it is now.

"Aunt Li, don't tell me. In my opinion, it's a good thing that the child hasn't been born." Yang Yang was pale and lay in the hospital for a week. No matter how Aunt Li tried to persuade her, she still couldn't eat a mouthful of rice. The whole person lost a big circle, and her cheek collapsed. What's more, her eyes were frightening.

"Silly girl How can you say that? "

Yang Yang looked at her with a smile: "what do you think of the child's father? I gave Yilan a miscarriage, and my child is also the culprit. Moreover, Chen Jinran and I can't get along at all. We must be divorced. It's better not to come into this world than not to be liked by our father or to be born without a father. "

Aunt Li was stunned by her indifferent words, but she didn't know how to persuade her. Yangyang stopped talking. Sitting in the car, the sun in the early winter was warm and comfortable on her face. She put her face on the window, as if it was warm, and it would quietly penetrate into her heart.

The house is empty, and Yilan is in hospital. Chen Jinran almost moved most of his family in the past. Yangyang doesn't care. She is about to leave. He wants to make love with Yilan, and she is no longer a problem.

Just sitting in their own bedroom, most of the toys, small clothes and cars piled up in the room are bought for the baby by brothers and mothers. They don't know that the baby is gone.

Yang Yang sits on the bed stupidly, surrounded by a few sets of small clothes, which she personally selected. The soft little coat, the beautiful small skirt, and the handsome little trousers, because she did not know whether the baby was a boy or a girl, so her clothes for boys and girls were prepared.

Her cold fingertips slide through those clothes, soft and soft. If she wears them on her children, she must be very cute.

Yangyang suddenly threw herself on the bed and put her face on the small clothes. Her tears rolled down wantonly. Her fingers were clinging to the sheet. She felt that her painful heart would suffocate, but she couldn't cry. She lay down there, holding the posture of grief and despair, until she was tired of crying and fell asleep

She woke up in the middle of the night. Suddenly she heard something moving in the living room downstairs. She sat up. She felt the sense of fear spreading from the bottom of her heart to her heart. She crept out of bed and opened the bedroom door to a small gap. There was a faint light in the downstairs. She went out, somehow, Step by step down the stairs.

He sat there smoking, the red stars were bright and dark, the center saw his generous back bent up, she suddenly gave birth to a little pity, he is the most pitiful person, he is much more pitiful than her.

She just lost the child of a man who didn't love him, and he, the child of two women who loved him deeply, was his own flesh and blood.

He was startled by the sound of her footsteps, suddenly looked up and turned around. When he saw clearly that it was her, his face suddenly became ferocious. He looked at her fiercely. For a moment, the central even was afraid that he would come to tear her up. But she did not dodge, but went a step forward.

Her behavior angered him, he picked up things in front of him, like a glass ashtray, he threw it on her body without pity, that ashtray was hitting her chest, his strength was so big, almost broke her ribs, but she was still motionless, just like watching him quietly.

"You are a snake and a scorpion. How can you do it?" He gritted his teeth and growled at her hoarse.

Yangyang suddenly laughed. Her chest was sore, but she stood there stubbornly, looking at the man who was confused by hatred. If now, she said it was Yilan who took the lead in provocation and took the lead in fighting. Would he believe it?

What's more, she is ready to divorce, so it doesn't matter what kind of person she is in his heart.

"I promised to divorce." She raised her jaw slightly, just looked at him haughtily: "we will sign tomorrow." She said that and went up the stairs, and he suddenly ran after

"You killed my child. Do you think divorce is enough?" He stepped forward and grabbed her neck fiercely. "I'll kill you and pay for my child's life."

"I have paid for it." She opened her mouth in a daze. Her big, black eyes firmly looked at his face. Suddenly, she whirled a smile around her mouth: "you will know one day. I have already paid for it, and you have also paid for it..."

He didn't understand what she was saying, but she had already broken his hand hard. He watched her go, and suddenly remembered the appearance of Yilan rolling down the stairs that day. He took her arm and pulled it downstairs. When he released his hand, she fell down.Her face hit the hard wooden railing, the corner of her mouth was also broken, and the blood flowed down at once. She lay there, looking at him quietly, she opened her mouth one word at a time: "Chen Jinran, what you owe me, you will not be clear in your life."

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