The two looked at each other for more than ten seconds, and Song Juan couldn't help but think, could this child be the eldest brother?

However, soon her idea was shattered, Lu Bochuan's gaze withdrew from her, with a cold face, he came to the award, his eyes never looked at Song Juan again, just stared at the award that was lying in Song Juan's arms with his back to him, and there was a chill in his eyes: "Prize." ”

Hearing Lu Bochuan's voice, he shivered, turned his head timidly, and saw that it was Lu Bochuan, his eyes lit up, but when he saw Lu Bochuan's face, he was a little scared: "Baba." ”

As he spoke, his lips were deflated, a little aggrieved, and he cautiously stretched out his hand towards Lu Bochuan to hug him.

Song Juan's arms were empty, and Lu Bochuan had already taken the award.

"What's going on?" he looked at Song Juan, and his tone seemed to be sandwiched with ice: "Should Miss Song give me an explanation?"

On the way here, Officer Zhao had already told him that the child had diarrhea.

Song Juan was cold, and he hadn't come out of the shocked news that the child was Lu Bochuan, his thin white fingers clenched fiercely, and his nails were cut into the flesh.

He and Xia Qinghe's children are already so old, it should have been when she was in prison, and the two had already come together, right?

When Song Juan was imprisoned, the child was less than two months old, and then when she was eight months old, she had a stomachache, and the patrol took her to diagnose, and the child no longer had a heartbeat.

At that time, she was anesthetic, and her attention was always on Lu Bochuan, she didn't remember whether Xia Qinghe's belly was already big when they got rid of her child.

Song Juan felt a little ironic, she wanted to ask, is this child from you and Xia Qinghe?

But it was like a thorn stuck in his throat, and he couldn't ask anything.

Song Juan didn't say anything, and the state of the award was really bad, Lu Bochuan said: "Let's ask Miss Song to accompany me to the hospital." ”

This is not a consultation, but an order.

After Lu Bochuan finished speaking, he turned around and strode towards the car with a deep chill.

Song Juan was taken into the hospital by Lu Bochuan, the doctor was examining the prize, the maid at home had already rushed over, the doctor asked them what the child had eaten, and the maid reported everything that the prize had eaten in the morning.

Song Juan stood in the hospital, under Lu Bochuan's razor-like gaze, and said to the doctor with difficulty: "He said he wanted to eat KFC, so I took him to eat, and he ate a hamburger, a pack of fries, and a glass of Coke." ”

As soon as Song Xuan's voice fell, Lu Bochuan's face became gloomy, blue and black.

Even if he didn't say anything, the air pressure in the entire hospital room was still terrifyingly low.

As soon as the doctor left, Lu Bochuan's voice was cold, and he said unceremoniously to Song Juan: "Don't Miss Song know that such a young child can't drink ice or eat KFC things?"

Song Juan was stunned by his questioning, her face was ugly, and on the way to the hospital, she kept thinking, this child is Lu Bochuan and Xia Qinghe, what about her child?

Her child became a handful of flesh and blood.

He defended him and Xia Qinghe's child so much, she couldn't feel good in her heart.

Song Wan's eyes were red, and he looked at Lu Bochuan with some hatred: "I don't have children, how can I know?"

Lu Bochuan's face became even more gloomy.

His side face was tense, and his dark eyes were rolled with dark clouds: "I don't know? This is the least common sense, Miss Song said she doesn't know? If something goes wrong with the award, is Miss Song ready to die?"