The room was quiet, a little eeriely quiet. Song Eun slowly opened his eyes and noticed that he seemed to be changed into another set of clothes.

When I looked down, I saw that it was a hospital gown. He subconsciously rushed to touch his abdomen, and the pain in that place was still obvious. It was very flat, and there was no slight tremor like before.

It's already flowed out...... He breathed a sigh of relief.

When I raised my eyes and tried to sit up, I saw a person sitting on the sofa in the corner.

He looked at the man on the couch with some trepidation and timidity. Fu Bihong looked at him, his face was expressionless, and his voice was deep: "What?" Got a good night's sleep...... I don't even know who I am. ”

Before Song En could shake his head and deny it, Fu Bihong had already gotten up and walked straight over. Song Eun didn't have time to shrink in, he had already vigorously grasped his chin and lifted it up.

"I really underestimate you, you really can do everything." A slow, undulating, gloomy voice.

"I ...... I ......" Song Eun's voice trembled, and his weak body trembled instantly. Through Fu Bihong's ruthless tone and appearance, he had already sensed the threat and danger.

The idea of aborting this child was so urgent at that time, and he didn't think about Fu Bihong's reaction afterwards.

He has such a big obsession with being able to get pregnant, almost crazy obsession.

Afraid that he would be violent to himself, Song Eun had to beg for mercy in a low voice. Hopefully he can let himself go.

"Married to me, for man. You should know everything your wife should do, right? Need I remind you? My child, who allowed you to flow off in this way! His expression became hideous, as if he wanted to crush something in his hand. Song Eun was already in tears.

"I'm not...... I just don't want to be a monster......" he said, sobbing.

With a "snap", Song Eun was slapped and thrown onto the bed.

Blood suddenly spread from the corners of his mouth, and his right cheek turned red.

Song Eun covered the sore part of his cheek, and when his body wanted to shrink back, he was vigorously lifted up again.

"Don't you want to give birth to a child for me? So who do you want to give birth to? Chu Pan? ”

Another slap landed on Song Eun's face. "You dream!"

It was too late to exhale pain, and Fu Bihong's hair had been dragged by him, and his body was dragged under the bed.

When I received a call from the maid at home, my whole heart was painful. I don't know why Song Eun suddenly fainted on the floor and even lost too much blood...... After being taken to the hospital, the doctor diagnosed that the child was gone.

Because it is only a short time after the first pregnancy, that life is very fragile, and it cannot withstand strenuous exercise, let alone intentional injury.

He had installed a camera in his bedroom, and when he got home, he called up all the footage after he left.

Seeing Song Eun like crazy, he first made a fuss in front of the maid, and then slapped the position of the abdomen with his hand. At last...... And even more incredible.

He had never been so angry, his anger burned in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to hurt someone.

No matter how much you hate him, the child is always innocent. He spent so much mental energy, just so that Song Eun could conceive a child that belonged to the two of them.

But Song Eun is unwilling to die, and would rather harm himself than himself.

So who does he want to give birth to? Chu Pan?

He will definitely not allow it!

"Do you like to bang your stomach against the corner of the table so much? Then it's better to bump it a few more times. ”

"That's ...... Only the child can flow cleanly! His anger was almost at its peak, and his whole person lost his mind.

Song Eun's eyes widened when he heard his words, and he looked extremely frightened. But Fu Bihong was unmoved, dragged his body out of bed, and slammed him into a table in the room.

Song Eun's abdominal pain was still intense, how could he be treated like this again. If you hit it a few more times, you will probably break down and even die.

He covered his stomach and cried out for mercy: "Please, don't do this to me...... Please! ”

As if he hadn't heard, Fu Bihong slashed his hand behind his back and roughly pushed Song Eun's abdomen towards the edge of the table and roughly.

Song En let out a cry in pain, but Fu Bihong didn't seem to hear it, just to vent the anger in his heart.

Aiming at the direction of the angular bulge, Song Eun was slammed five or six times.

Song Eun even felt like a hole was about to be poked out of his stomach, as if blood was oozing out and flowing downward. But Fu Bihong hasn't stopped yet. He was speechless in pain, and tears kept falling.

There must have been a large bruise floating on the lower abdomen. With this in mind, a moist liquid flowed out of the □□.

It was hit several more times before the atrocities finally stopped. Song Eun had already turned pale and was lying on the ground dying.

But Fu Bihong's anger is far from being vented. Lifted Song Eun, who was still on the ground, and punched and kicked without any mercy.

Most of the fists fall on the abdomen. Song Eun covered his stomach and cried out in a wailing voice, "Don't ...... Don't hit me, it hurts. ”

"It hurts......" he whispered.

Fu Bihong turned a deaf ear, and the movements of his subordinates still did not stop. "Pain? Why didn't you feel pain when you hit that place desperately with your hands before? I don't know it hurts when I hit the table? ”

"You deserve it!" He read the sentence word by word.

The violent beating continued for a while, and Song Eun could no longer hold it back, curled up and fainted.

It was a few days before I woke up again. When Song Eun opened his eyes, he found that he was still in the hospital room.

Not the previous one, the room was relatively spacious compared to the previous one.

Song Eun wanted to sit up, but found that he had no strength at all. His mouth was thirsty and wanted to drink, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't seem to make a sound.

It hurt all over my body, especially my stomach. He lifted the gown and saw that it was bruised. But the traces are lighter than expected. Apparently medicated.

The lower abdomen was particularly strict, and Song En couldn't help but shudder when he remembered the cruel treatment he had encountered before.

It took me a long time to get out of bed, and the pain became more pronounced as soon as I walked.

A swollen, scary face was reflected in the dressing mirror of the room. It's like you've been soaked in water.

Song Eun was frightened by his appearance and sat on a stool in front of the mirror.

I endured and endured the tears, but I still didn't hold back and kept falling.

It hurts...... It hurts everywhere on my body. The feeling of dying was even stronger than when I was beaten.

But it's the more important question that is.

Or will they be forced to have children...... He didn't think it was as good as the one he had been killed.

Despair poured in. He wanted to go home...... I want to see my loved ones, I want to see my dad and mom.

They'll help him, they'll take him away, at least no longer keep him here, imprisoned by that demon's side. There is no hope to live.

Not wanting to stay in this eerily silent room any longer, Song Eun walked out of the room and walked down the corridor of the hospital.

As soon as someone looks at him, he immediately lowers his face. He didn't want to see someone else look like that.

His nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his face was pale like a ghost.

I don't want to let the eyes of the discussion turn to me anymore.

After walking out of the entrance of a side door of the hospital, there is a garden inside the hospital. It is used for patients to go out for a walk and rest.

The sun shone sparsely through the leaves, and the people sitting on the benches were talking with smiles on their faces.

I don't know what they're talking about, but they all look happy.

Song Eun hadn't come out of a closed room for a long time, and since Fu Bihong sent someone to start medication on him, his personal freedom had become very limited.

It's been a long time since I've been able to walk in the garden. Looking at the happy smiles on the faces of others, he couldn't help but feel that his life was so far away from theirs. It's like you can't touch it.

He had no idea what else he was happy about in his life right now. On the contrary, it doesn't take much effort for the tears to fall again.

He wasn't like that before high school. Because of the special physical condition, the personality is introverted and quiet.,But it's not too easy to feel sad.。

I found a place with few people and sat down on a bench. Lean your back against the back of the chair and place your hands at your sides.

The sun falling on the body has a very comfortable feeling. Song Eun closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, some nurses walked by.

He tried to muster up the courage to ask, "Excuse me......"

One of the nurses turned to look at him, "What's the matter?" ”

Song Eun saw her gaze projected over, and subconsciously covered his face. The nurse smiled and said, "It's okay...... It doesn't have to be like this. What's the matter with you? ”

After working in the hospital for many years, what kind of patients has she not seen?

There is no need to hide anything, and she has not seen patients in worse conditions.

Song En still covered his face slightly, and the side of his head opened a little before continuing to ask: "Excuse me, is there a place in the hospital where I can make a call?" ”

The nurse pointed to him at the other end of the garden: "Yes, just go straight from here and turn right, there should be a phone booth where you can make calls." ”

"Thank you."

The idea of calling Mom and Dad, even if it's just a sound, suddenly became urgent. But standing in the phone booth, the coin was thrown in, and after the phone was picked up, the number could not be pressed.

He didn't know what to say to his parents now, and talking about what had happened to him recently seemed to have no other effect than to increase their worry and pain.

I don't want them to be hurt because of themselves anymore. I don't want to hear my mother cry for myself again, and my father will hit the stone with an egg for himself.

But if only there was someone who could talk to him now.

Song En thought about it again and again, and thought of the string of numbers that Chu Pan left for him before he left the country.

If Chu Pan is still using that number...... Then it would be possible to reach him.

He had already memorized that number, and he could still remember it even after more than two or three years.

After pressing all the numbers, press the dial button again. The heart was beating fast, but it didn't seem to be nervous, as if there was some excitement and faint anticipation.

The sound of "beep" continued several times, and it was connected.

The tone was a little uncertain: "Hello?" ”

Because I received a call from China, I automatically asked in Chinese. I'm not sure because the number is not familiar, this mobile phone is usually rarely used, and usually only family members will call.

Song Eun's heart was beating nervously, and the voice he hadn't heard in three years was now in his ears, like a dream, which made him feel unreal.

I was going to say it, but I suddenly couldn't say it. The nose was sore, and the tears couldn't help but fall again. The face tugged, and the bruised parts of the face ached. The voice was choked and faintly transmitted to the other end of the phone.

"Excuse me, who is it?" The voice is clearer and gentler, and it hasn't changed at all compared to before.

Song En tried hard to suppress his crying: "Chu Pan...... It's me. ”

Chu Pan was a little surprised: "Xiao En?" Xiao En...... It's really you. ”

Song Eun couldn't hold back her tears when she heard him speak, and finally choked up quietly.

"Xiao En, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you crying? What happened? Realizing that something was wrong, Chu Pan asked anxiously.

"I ...... I don't know what to do. He couldn't help but want to confide in someone, and couldn't stop sobbing: "I don't think I can hold it anymore." ”