Then, the last thing she saw was that her stomach shook violently, and then a piercing pain came, and she saw that her stomach was cut alive from the inside, and a chubby little hand stretched out from her stomach, and then a small round head was revealed, a beautiful child, with blood on the head, black and round eyes, and a small mouth slightly upturned. The little arm stretched out his belly, and then the calf kicked out, and the umbilical cord was also torn off, and then he rushed at Mo Ziqing on the side with a smile: "Dad-"

Luo Hengbo only felt light, and the whole person flew into the air lightly.

Looking down, she saw her body lying quietly on the bed, long lost her former face, the whole person was like a skeleton wrapped in skin, her eyes were wide, and she had long lost her lustre.

He just lay there, his stomach torn open alive, but there was barely any blood coming out, and the blood had been absorbed by his own child.

On the side of the bed, Mo Ziqing was holding the child, with an indescribable look on her face, as if there was pain, sadness, relief, and maybe a little luck?

Luo Hengbo felt that he couldn't tell the difference.

She is dead, but she can't even leave her son's side three feet, this son can not only absorb his own blood, but also his own soul, to be confined within three feet, this feeling is too terrifying to collapse, her son was born, she died.

Luo Hengbo felt that she should complain and hate, but she didn't seem to be able to complain or hate, so she could only guard her son every day.

The son is very obedient, every day Mo Ziqing takes him, and gradually Mo Ziqing's face is not so sad, at the beginning he still hugged his son every day to mention Luo Hengbo, but after a few days, Mo Ziqing gradually stopped mentioning her name.

A few days later, Mo Ziqing went out and brought back a beautiful woman, Bai Xinhan.

Bai Xinhan said that she was grateful to Mo Ziqing for saving her life, and she couldn't repay it, seeing that it was not easy for Mo Ziqing to be a big man with a child, she was willing to relieve his worries.

The son also seems to like Bai Xinhan, and when he sees her, he laughs and calls her mother.

Mo Ziqing slowly softened, although he was still not close, but finally let Bai Xinhan get close to him, take care of his daily life, the two went in and out together, and it was like a couple with a child, the husband was handsome, the wife was pretty, the child was cute, and they were a happy family of three.

The last picture Luo Hengbo saw was Bai Xinhan leaning on Mo Ziqing's arms, holding his son, bowing his head, revealing a sinister smile, as if to say to her, Luo Hengbo, you died well, died, husband, my sons are mine, I will take good care of them for you......

……

"Transverse waves, transverse waves—" A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and a cool breath poured into his waist, only rushing to his heart, making Luo Hengbo sober up all of a sudden.

What Bai Xinhan, what son, what Mo Ziqing, all of them are gone, and at this moment she is still standing in front of Meng Po Soup, and the tea cup in her hand has not been put down.

Mo Ziqing sensed that something was wrong, but the teacup was put down, and Luo Hengbo was pulled to a remote corner, and nervously entered Xuan Li to check Luo Hengbo's whole body, and there was no big problem, so he put his mind at ease: "Was there any discomfort just now?" ”

Luo Hengbo blinked his eyes and let out a sigh, it's okay, it was just an illusion just now, an illusion!