Song Zixuan looks at Qiao Xue around him like a monster. At this time, the red light turns green. He doesn't answer her because he thinks it's nonsense.

How can Gu Feihan tolerate him staying by he Yining's side, even though he wants to.

Qiao Xue didn't speak any more, as if she was wrong.

The car drove all the way to Qiao Xue's residence. They didn't say a word on the way. When the car arrived downstairs, song Zixuan didn't speak either. Looking at him, Qiao Xue gets off the car silently. When she gets off, the car leaves like an arrow.

She helplessly shakes her head, heartache for song Zixuan, but think about it, and feel funny, what qualifications for song Zixuan heartache?

Walking into the elevator, she thought of he Yining in the hospital and song Zixuan, who was worried. She sighed again.

When she opened the door, before she could sit down, she felt a lot of pain in her stomach. She was shocked. Was the child going to be born ahead of time? She took a deep breath and felt that she might be too nervous, but the pain became more and more intense, and she knew that it was a precursor to the birth of the child.

Leaning on the sofa, she quickly took out her mobile phone and subconsciously dialed song Zixuan. At the critical moment, what she wanted most was song Zixuan.

The phone rang, but she didn't receive it. She was a little afraid. Just when she thought her cell phone would not work, the phone finally got through. "What's the matter, Qiao Xue?" The tone was impatient.

"Zixuan, I have a stomachache. Maybe the baby will be born." She endured the pain and tried to make her tone easier, but the pain became more and more intense and obvious.

Hearing her words, song Zixuan suddenly stopped the car, "you wait for me at home, I'll come right away, don't be afraid."

Hang up the phone, song Zixuan turned the car, regardless of whether the red light is straight past, fortunately he did not go far, less than a few minutes, the car drove back, he sped up, rushed in.

Looking at the number of elevators still parked on the upper floors, he pressed desperately, looking at the number a little bit down, suddenly felt that the elevator was really damned slow.

In fact, all the way down the elevator, quite smooth, but for song Zixuan at the moment, or slow.

He went to Qiao Xue's door and slapped the door. At this time, he remembered that Qiao Xue had given him the key before, but he thought Qiao Xue was too redundant. Now he regretted it.

"How are you, Josh? Open the door, Josh He yelled at the door.

When Qiao Xue heard his voice, she struggled to get up from the sofa and walk slowly to the door. When she opened the door, she had no strength to stand.

Song Zixuan timely caught her, looking at her head is cold sweat, mouth slightly white, he some desolation, "you hold back, I will send you to the hospital right away."

She frowned tightly and pulled song Zixuan's clothes with her hands. Unexpectedly, the child suddenly came, which caught her off guard.

Holding Qiao Xue downstairs, she wanted to drive by herself, but looking at her painful expression, song Zixuan just got into a taxi.

When the driver saw a pregnant woman, he didn't need song Zixuan to say that he also knew that he was speeding up, but song Zixuan didn't think so, "driver, drive faster, how many tickets are mine."

Hearing song Zixuan's words, the driver immediately speeded up and even ran several red lights.

"Joe snow, if you bear it a little longer, we'll be in the hospital. Don't be afraid." He could only hold her hand tightly. Damn it, the doctor didn't say that it would be more than a week before the birth. How could he suddenly come ahead of time?

"Zixuan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt him. I'm sorry."

Song Zixuan brow tightened, "I know, don't talk, you'll be OK, we'll be at the hospital soon, don't be afraid."

Qiao Xue originally wanted to say something else, but her stomach was more and more painful, and her intestines seemed to be tangled together. The pain made her even have no strength to speak.

Seeing that he was about to get to the hospital, he didn't expect that he was in a traffic jam and was completely blocked on the road. Song Zixuan was so worried. Looking at the car in front of him, he dropped a few big bills and got off with Qiao Xue in his arms.

"Don't wake up, Qiao Xue. For our children, hold on." For fear that she would not hold on, song Zixuan ran to the hospital while talking to her.

This is the first time Qiao Xue heard song Zixuan say that their children, between her and him, children are their forever bridge, for this child, she can.

After running for nearly ten minutes, song Zixuan finally arrived at the hospital. When he saw the doctor, he was relieved. "Doctor, please make sure their mother and son are safe."

The doctor looked at Qiao Xue, frowned, "amniotic fluid has been bankrupt, quickly into the delivery room, you go to the admission procedures."

At this time, song Zixuan found that his hands are stained with blood, can't manage so much, paid the money to wait outside the delivery room.

Bursts of heart like shouts, listen to him upset, Qiao Xue that woman is not a fuel-efficient lamp, have a child should be ok?

After listening to the shouts for an hour, the child still didn't come out. He was restless and walked around outside.

"Nurse, what's the situation of the puerpera inside now? How can it take so long?" Song Zixuan doesn't know. He thinks it's an egg to have a baby. He says it's born.

"The puerpera moved fetal gas, fetal position is not correct, may have dystocia." The nurse said, regardless of song Zixuan what expression, went in, leaving song Zixuan Leng on the ground.

Dystocia? He frowned tight, damn it, how can a good fetal position is not correct?

Qiao Xue only felt the stabbing pain like a thousand arrows penetrating the heart, but the little guy refused to come out. She almost felt that she was going to die.

"I can't help it. The child's head is too big. If he goes on like this, he must have an operation."

There is a difference between operation and natural birth. Qiao Xue shook her head. "Doctor, I can. Let me try again."

The doctor went out and looked at Song Zixuan outside. "The child's head is too big, and the fetal position is not very correct. You can only have a caesarean section. You should sign on it quickly."

"Will adults and children be ok?" Song Zixuan asked nervously.

"Any operation will have risks. Now the puerpera has no strength to give birth again. It's dangerous not to operate any more."

With a stroke of the pen, song Zixuan signs the consent for the operation, and Qiao Xue is sent to the operating room.

God bless, bless their mother and son must be safe, this moment he found that he did not hate Qiao Xue so much.