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Uncle Zhong saw He Zhengxiao's majestic body, and fell into the water with a bang, and his whole heart was pinched. He shook his hands to help He Zhengxiao, turned around and shouted: "Come here, the young master has fainted!" ”

The men in the suits were shocked, strode into the water, and the earth-shattering sound of launching into the water shook the entire lakeshore.

In a hurry, he drove the car to the hospital, and Uncle Zhong hurriedly went to contact the dean......

Uncle Zhong was doing some things outside, and hurriedly returned to the ward, and the man in the suit outside the door said in a deep voice: "Master Zhong, Mr. is awake." ”

At this time, it was already late at night, and Uncle Zhong knocked on the door of the ward in surprise, and after a while, he heard a low and hoarse voice from inside: "Uncle Zhong." ”

Uncle Zhong immediately pushed the door in, but there was no light inside, and the light seeping in from the window was not very clear.

He Zhengxiao on the hospital bed sat up slowly and methodically, and with his movements, Yingting's side face gradually became clearer, compared to before, his deep eyebrows were more cold, as if there was an invisible frost quietly shrouded, looking both deep and cold.

The short hair is still sharp, and the knife-like sideburns are cold and hard, but there is a little vicissitudes of frost white in the color.

Uncle Zhong froze in place, swallowing the blood in his heart fiercely, "...... Master! ”

But when you are over 30 years old, you are starting to be white?!

He Zhengxiao's eyes were unwavering in the night, his long fingers buttoned the top of his shirt, and he said slowly: "Book a ticket and go back to Manchester." ”

At the other end, Choi Seung-cheon's car was parked outside Charlotte's estate.

The door of the manor was wide open, and Cui Chengchuan entered generously, and no one stopped him.

Pushing the door in, the blonde man was putting Barnett on his shoulder, and gently comforted the little chubby: "Barnett, you are already a man, you can't cry anymore, so Charlotte will feel that you haven't grown up yet." ”

Barnett's mouth flattened, his turnip legs fluttered in his father's chest, and he cried, "You're a liar!" Charlotte is gone, I heard you talk last night, you said she won't be back, she doesn't want us anymore!! ”

The speechless man touched his nose, and he really didn't know what else to say. Turning his head at once, he was not surprised to see Cui Chengchuan.

Cui Chengchuan was still pondering the news that Barnett had inadvertently revealed, and he didn't pay much attention to the other party's expression, his eyes narrowed, "Aren't you going together?" ”

The news that Charlotte's family was going to settle in Oslo had spread, and the discerning people knew what was going on at a glance, and Cui Chengchuan knew better why He Zhengxiao had to let them go.

It's just that how could Charlotte go first alone, and she wasn't with her husband and children?

The man put down Barnett and asked the maid to take the crying son away, his eyes slightly depressed.

"Maurice, go see her off." He turned around and whispered, "I think Charlotte must have wanted to see you one last time." ”

Cui Chengchuan raised his eyebrows and sneered disdainfully.

From beginning to end, he was making a mistake, when did Charlotte want to see him......

However, he suddenly thought of something, and his handsome face changed suddenly.

At this moment, Charlotte had already flown into the sky of London, and in the empty cabin, she was lying down on the chair smoothly, raising her hand and pulling down the visor.

Whether it's a ring or a threat, soon, no one will think about whether she did these things or not, and then she can really get what she wants.

If no one feels guilty, there will be no unswerving death.

The plane moved smoothly away from London.

Suddenly, the plane jolted violently, and the middle of the fuselage suddenly exploded with a loud noise, making the whole plane begin to stagger.

In the violent swaying, Charlotte's turquoise eyes closed slightly, her slender fingers curled up, and she clenched her fist against her left shoulder.

She hadn't done anything wrong in her life, and as long as it was for Demville, it was all worth it.

It's just that Charlotte's eyelashes trembled slightly in the continuous explosions.

She thought of the Demville Manor, where the eleventh painting on the promenade would be empty forever. Because the Duke of Dumville no longer exists, it will be the Duke of Manchester who will lead Dumville to the top in the future.

I also thought of when I was young, among the grass and trees, there was a tall and slender young man, casually smoking a cigarette, and asked her half-ridiculously and half-seriously: "Let's try it?" ”

……

In the hospital in Copenhagen, Qiao Weihuan sat in a chair, waiting for the doctor to call her in. She was idle, and watched the news on her phone.

"Last night at 8 o'clock clock in Dunlun time, there was a plane crash, the plane from London to Oslo lost contact shortly after takeoff......"

Halfway through the replay of the news, a warm hand fell from his shoulder, "It's our turn." ”

Qiao Weihuan put away her phone, and Mo Xilin helped her slowly stand up and went to see the doctor together.

The doctor was a Chinese woman, and when she saw two people coming in, she glanced at Mo Xilin with an ugly face, "Are you her lover?" ”

Qiao Weihuan's lips moved slightly, and without waiting to speak, the doctor went on: "What did your husband do?" When the pregnancy is still unstable at seven weeks, I don't know how to take good care of it and I don't say anything when I come here, the pregnant woman weighs only eighty-three pounds now, can't you let her eat well? Do you still want to have children?! ”

The doctor saw that the two were of the same age, and they were very compatible, and Mo Xilin accompanied Qiao Weihuan to do a pregnancy test, and decided that he was her husband, and said it with a face, but she couldn't imagine that the two of them were not like that at all.

Mo Xilin helped Qiao Weihuan, who was stiff all over, to sit down, and accepted it without saying a word, taking all the blame on himself. Qiao Weihuan opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't interrupt the doctor's words, and when the doctor said enough, he put down the report in his hand heavily, "Let's stay in the hospital in the near future." ”

The doctor looked up at Mo Xilin and ordered directly: "Go and go through the hospitalization procedures, and come back to tell you what to do next." ”

Mo Xilin tightened the collar of Qiao Weihuan's coat and said in a deep voice: "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon." ”

Qiao Weihuan could only nod.

When he left, Qiao Weihuan raised his hand on his lower abdomen and asked softly, "Doctor, is it difficult to keep this fetus?" ”

The doctor glanced at her and felt that this was also an understanding person, and instead of saying it, it made her worry, so he lowered his head and flipped through the pregnancy test report, "It's very difficult." ”

The physical indicators can't keep up, the foundation is ridiculously poor, the uterine wall is thin, and I have had a miscarriage before, and it is a miracle to be able to conceive, and I want to keep it...... Burn incense and worship the Buddha.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't hear the doctor's heart, but the subtext was clear, and he was admitted to the hospital that day.

In the afternoon, Qiao Weihuan listened to the doctor's words quietly, turned over and lay prone on the bed, feeling that the hospital gown was lifted a little.

The needle was directly pierced into the spine, and no matter how slow she was, her face turned pale with pain, and her fingers hanging the side of her face kept trembling.

When she went out, Qiao Weihuan was supported by medical care, and Mo Xi looked at her pale lips and the cold sweat that continued to drip from her forehead, and quickened her pace.

Qiao Weihuan's whole body was out of strength, so he could only be carried away in his arms, returned to the ward and lay on the bed, and fell asleep groggy.

Moxilin helped her put the quilt under wrap, and the hand on the edge of the bed was clenched into a fist, the protruding knuckles glowing white.

She was pregnant, and she knew it all along.

When she left City B, what kind of pain did she have?

It must hurt more than it is now......

A few days later, Mo Xilin took Qiao Weihuan out for a walk.

Qiao Weihuan's recent movement has been very inconvenient, the parts of his body are the same as the lack of oil, the shaft seems to be rusty, and it is difficult to walk and eat. Moxilin got a wheelchair and pushed her out of the hospital.

Scattering around, Moxilin stopped outside a small delicate building and whispered, "When you are better and can be discharged from the hospital, you will move here?" ”

This house was set by him at a sky-high price, not far from the hospital, but the house is some years old, but it is better to maintain it properly, and it is very comfortable to live in.

Qiao Weihuan was silent for a moment, then raised his head to meet Mo Xilin's deep eyes, "I'm already very selfish. ”

Moxi tucked the scarf around her neck and slowly squatted down, "It's me who is selfish. ”

Qiao Weihuan squirmed her lips, unable to say a word.

Not far away, a group of children ran over, wearing Santa hats on their heads and white beards, laughing and shouting: "I want a model airplane as a gift this year!" ”

"Then I want a real plane!"

"Santa Claus said he could only give me one sock this year, and the other as long as I went to find it myself......"

"Huh? How did you meet Santa Claus, say it! ”

"It was last year that he climbed in through the window and gave me lollipops and said he would give me socks next year......"

Qiao Weihuan couldn't hold back, laughed out loud, and looked at the children's flying red scarves with peaceful eyes.

It's Christmas Eve, so it's no wonder the kids are getting moving.

On the British side, the prime minister should not be re-elected.

Where will the knighthood take place, Buckingham Palace or the Palace of Westminster......

Mo Xilin pushed Qiao Weihuan, went into the house to take a look, and stayed there for dinner at night.

After the meal, Qiao Weihuan lay down on the rocking chair peacefully, put her left hand on her lower abdomen, held a fairy tale book in her right hand, and said softly: "The answer that the queen got from the magic mirror made her very angry, so she wanted to hurt Snow White...... Fake. ”

Qiao Weihuan patted her stomach gently, and there was a faint white circle on her ring finger, like an unhealed wound.

"Jealousy doesn't make the queen so motivated, you have to remember that many times jealousy is just an accomplice, and the root of the driving behavior is greed and fear. These two coexist with each other, and I can't tell which one is more-"

There was a slight "clang", and then there was no sound in the living room.

Mo Xilin, who was boiling milk, was stunned, and turned his head suddenly, on the floor of the living room, the fairy tale book was lying quietly, Qiao Weihuan was holding his stomach tightly, and his legs were very tight.

“…… Qiao Weihuan! ”

Mo Xilin threw away the cup in his hand, strode over, and knelt on the ground with trembling hearts, "What's the matter, are you hurting somewhere?!" ”

Qiao Weihuan closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale and sweat was oozing from the corners of his forehead, and his blue lips opened and closed, "Belly...... It hurts ......."

Mo Xilin's eyes were red, and he stretched out his arm to pick up Qiao Weihuan, thinking that he didn't know what was going on with her now, and that the wrong way of moving might hurt her, so Mo Xilin retracted his actions and went to call the emergency number at a hurry......

Manchester meanwhile, Manchester is also gently embraced by night.

Uncle Zhong parked the car, bent down and pulled the car door, but the man in the car didn't get down for a while.

After a while, He Zhengxiao raised his hand, his long fingers wrapped in a pure white soft glove, and unhurriedly lowered the empty cuffs.

He didn't seem to have changed, his figure was tall and deep, and the indescribable elegance and asceticism lingered around him, becoming an alienation that could isolate the night.

He Zhengxiao got out of the car, took a straight long leg, and gradually approached the castle-like building. The dim light color of the door gradually cast a cold luster on his gray sideburns.

Suddenly, his body froze, and the dull pain in his chest for no apparent reason made the tip of his brow throb slightly.

Uncle Zhong behind him stopped, raised his eyes and saw that He Zhengxiao's dark eyes fell under the empty corridor lamp.

There seemed to be some sound, rubbed apart by the gentle night breeze, and passed by him in small pieces.

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Uncle Zhong saw He Zhengxiao's majestic body, and fell into the water with a bang, and his whole heart was pinched. He shook his hands to help He Zhengxiao, turned around and shouted: "Come here, the young master has fainted!" ”

The men in the suits were shocked, strode into the water, and the earth-shattering sound of launching into the water shook the entire lakeshore.

In a hurry, he drove the car to the hospital, and Uncle Zhong hurriedly went to contact the dean......

Uncle Zhong was doing some things outside, and hurriedly returned to the ward, and the man in the suit outside the door said in a deep voice: "Master Zhong, Mr. is awake." ”

At this time, it was already late at night, and Uncle Zhong knocked on the door of the ward in surprise, and after a while, he heard a low and hoarse voice from inside: "Uncle Zhong." ”

Uncle Zhong immediately pushed the door in, but there was no light inside, and the light seeping in from the window was not very clear.

He Zhengxiao on the hospital bed sat up slowly and methodically, and with his movements, Yingting's side face gradually became clearer, compared to before, his deep eyebrows were more cold, as if there was an invisible frost quietly shrouded, looking both deep and cold.

The short hair is still sharp, and the knife-like sideburns are cold and hard, but there is a little vicissitudes of frost white in the color.

Uncle Zhong froze in place, swallowing the blood in his heart fiercely, "...... Master! ”

But when you are over 30 years old, you are starting to be white?!

He Zhengxiao's eyes were unwavering in the night, his long fingers buttoned the top of his shirt, and he said slowly: "Book a ticket and go back to Manchester." ”

At the other end, Choi Seung-cheon's car was parked outside Charlotte's estate.

The door of the manor was wide open, and Cui Chengchuan entered generously, and no one stopped him.

Pushing the door in, the blonde man was putting Barnett on his shoulder, and gently comforted the little chubby: "Barnett, you are already a man, you can't cry anymore, so Charlotte will feel that you haven't grown up yet." ”

Barnett's mouth flattened, his turnip legs fluttered in his father's chest, and he cried, "You're a liar!" Charlotte is gone, I heard you talk last night, you said she won't be back, she doesn't want us anymore!! ”

The speechless man touched his nose, and he really didn't know what else to say. Turning his head at once, he was not surprised to see Cui Chengchuan.

Cui Chengchuan was still pondering the news that Barnett had inadvertently revealed, and he didn't pay much attention to the other party's expression, his eyes narrowed, "Aren't you going together?" ”

The news that Charlotte's family was going to settle in Oslo had spread, and the discerning people knew what was going on at a glance, and Cui Chengchuan knew better why He Zhengxiao had to let them go.

It's just that how could Charlotte go first alone, and she wasn't with her husband and children?

The man put down Barnett and asked the maid to take the crying son away, his eyes slightly depressed.

"Maurice, go see her off." He turned around and whispered, "I think Charlotte must have wanted to see you one last time." ”

Cui Chengchuan raised his eyebrows and sneered disdainfully.

From beginning to end, he was making a mistake, when did Charlotte want to see him......

However, he suddenly thought of something, and his handsome face changed suddenly.

At this moment, Charlotte had already flown into the sky of London, and in the empty cabin, she was lying down on the chair smoothly, raising her hand and pulling down the visor.

Whether it's a ring or a threat, soon, no one will think about whether she did these things or not, and then she can really get what she wants.

If no one feels guilty, there will be no unswerving death.

The plane moved smoothly away from London.

Suddenly, the plane jolted violently, and the middle of the fuselage suddenly exploded with a loud noise, making the whole plane begin to stagger.

In the violent swaying, Charlotte's turquoise eyes closed slightly, her slender fingers curled up, and she clenched her fist against her left shoulder.

She hadn't done anything wrong in her life, and as long as it was for Demville, it was all worth it.

It's just that Charlotte's eyelashes trembled slightly in the continuous explosions.

She thought of the Demville Manor, where the eleventh painting on the promenade would be empty forever. Because the Duke of Dumville no longer exists, it will be the Duke of Manchester who will lead Dumville to the top in the future.

I also thought of when I was young, among the grass and trees, there was a tall and slender young man, casually smoking a cigarette, and asked her half-ridiculously and half-seriously: "Let's try it?" ”

……

In the hospital in Copenhagen, Qiao Weihuan sat in a chair, waiting for the doctor to call her in. She was idle, and watched the news on her phone.

"Last night at 8 o'clock clock in Dunlun time, there was a plane crash, the plane from London to Oslo lost contact shortly after takeoff......"

Halfway through the replay of the news, a warm hand fell from his shoulder, "It's our turn." ”

Qiao Weihuan put away her phone, and Mo Xilin helped her slowly stand up and went to see the doctor together.

The doctor was a Chinese woman, and when she saw two people coming in, she glanced at Mo Xilin with an ugly face, "Are you her lover?" ”

Qiao Weihuan's lips moved slightly, and without waiting to speak, the doctor went on: "What did your husband do?" When the pregnancy is still unstable at seven weeks, I don't know how to take good care of it and I don't say anything when I come here, the pregnant woman weighs only eighty-three pounds now, can't you let her eat well? Do you still want to have children?! ”

The doctor saw that the two were of the same age, and they were very compatible, and Mo Xilin accompanied Qiao Weihuan to do a pregnancy test, and decided that he was her husband, and said it with a face, but she couldn't imagine that the two of them were not like that at all.

Mo Xilin helped Qiao Weihuan, who was stiff all over, to sit down, and accepted it without saying a word, taking all the blame on himself. Qiao Weihuan opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't interrupt the doctor's words, and when the doctor said enough, he put down the report in his hand heavily, "Let's stay in the hospital in the near future." ”

The doctor looked up at Mo Xilin and ordered directly: "Go and go through the hospitalization procedures, and come back to tell you what to do next." ”

Mo Xilin tightened the collar of Qiao Weihuan's coat and said in a deep voice: "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon." ”

Qiao Weihuan could only nod.

When he left, Qiao Weihuan raised his hand on his lower abdomen and asked softly, "Doctor, is it difficult to keep this fetus?" ”

The doctor glanced at her and felt that this was also an understanding person, and instead of saying it, it made her worry, so he lowered his head and flipped through the pregnancy test report, "It's very difficult." ”

The physical indicators can't keep up, the foundation is ridiculously poor, the uterine wall is thin, and I have had a miscarriage before, and it is a miracle to be able to conceive, and I want to keep it...... Burn incense and worship the Buddha.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't hear the doctor's heart, but the subtext was clear, and he was admitted to the hospital that day.

In the afternoon, Qiao Weihuan listened to the doctor's words quietly, turned over and lay prone on the bed, feeling that the hospital gown was lifted a little.

The needle was directly pierced into the spine, and no matter how slow she was, her face turned pale with pain, and her fingers hanging the side of her face kept trembling.

When she went out, Qiao Weihuan was supported by medical care, and Mo Xi looked at her pale lips and the cold sweat that continued to drip from her forehead, and quickened her pace.

Qiao Weihuan's whole body was out of strength, so he could only be carried away in his arms, returned to the ward and lay on the bed, and fell asleep groggy.

Moxilin helped her put the quilt under wrap, and the hand on the edge of the bed was clenched into a fist, the protruding knuckles glowing white.

She was pregnant, and she knew it all along.

When she left City B, what kind of pain did she have?

It must hurt more than it is now......

A few days later, Mo Xilin took Qiao Weihuan out for a walk.

Qiao Weihuan's recent movement has been very inconvenient, the parts of his body are the same as the lack of oil, the shaft seems to be rusty, and it is difficult to walk and eat. Moxilin got a wheelchair and pushed her out of the hospital.

Scattering around, Moxilin stopped outside a small delicate building and whispered, "When you are better and can be discharged from the hospital, you will move here?" ”

This house was set by him at a sky-high price, not far from the hospital, but the house is some years old, but it is better to maintain it properly, and it is very comfortable to live in.

Qiao Weihuan was silent for a moment, then raised his head to meet Mo Xilin's deep eyes, "I'm already very selfish. ”

Moxi tucked the scarf around her neck and slowly squatted down, "It's me who is selfish. ”

Qiao Weihuan squirmed her lips, unable to say a word.

Not far away, a group of children ran over, wearing Santa hats on their heads and white beards, laughing and shouting: "I want a model airplane as a gift this year!" ”

"Then I want a real plane!"

"Santa Claus said he could only give me one sock this year, and the other as long as I went to find it myself......"

"Huh? How did you meet Santa Claus, say it! ”

"It was last year that he climbed in through the window and gave me lollipops and said he would give me socks next year......"

Qiao Weihuan couldn't hold back, laughed out loud, and looked at the children's flying red scarves with peaceful eyes.

It's Christmas Eve, so it's no wonder the kids are getting moving.

On the British side, the prime minister should not be re-elected.

Where will the knighthood take place, Buckingham Palace or the Palace of Westminster......

Mo Xilin pushed Qiao Weihuan, went into the house to take a look, and stayed there for dinner at night.

After the meal, Qiao Weihuan lay down on the rocking chair peacefully, put her left hand on her lower abdomen, held a fairy tale book in her right hand, and said softly: "The answer that the queen got from the magic mirror made her very angry, so she wanted to hurt Snow White...... Fake. ”

Qiao Weihuan patted her stomach gently, and there was a faint white circle on her ring finger, like an unhealed wound.

"Jealousy doesn't make the queen so motivated, you have to remember that many times jealousy is just an accomplice, and the root of the driving behavior is greed and fear. These two coexist with each other, and I can't tell which one is more-"

There was a slight "clang", and then there was no sound in the living room.

Mo Xilin, who was boiling milk, was stunned, and turned his head suddenly, on the floor of the living room, the fairy tale book was lying quietly, Qiao Weihuan was holding his stomach tightly, and his legs were very tight.

“…… Qiao Weihuan! ”

Mo Xilin threw away the cup in his hand, strode over, and knelt on the ground with trembling hearts, "What's the matter, are you hurting somewhere?!" ”

Qiao Weihuan closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale and sweat was oozing from the corners of his forehead, and his blue lips opened and closed, "Belly...... It hurts ......."

Mo Xilin's eyes were red, and he stretched out his arm to pick up Qiao Weihuan, thinking that he didn't know what was going on with her now, and that the wrong way of moving might hurt her, so Mo Xilin retracted his actions and went to call the emergency number at a hurry......

Manchester meanwhile, Manchester is also gently embraced by night.

Uncle Zhong parked the car, bent down and pulled the car door, but the man in the car didn't get down for a while.

After a while, He Zhengxiao raised his hand, his long fingers wrapped in a pure white soft glove, and unhurriedly lowered the empty cuffs.

He didn't seem to have changed, his figure was tall and deep, and the indescribable elegance and asceticism lingered around him, becoming an alienation that could isolate the night.

He Zhengxiao got out of the car, took a straight long leg, and gradually approached the castle-like building. The dim light color of the door gradually cast a cold luster on his gray sideburns.

Suddenly, his body froze, and the dull pain in his chest for no apparent reason made the tip of his brow throb slightly.

Uncle Zhong behind him stopped, raised his eyes and saw that He Zhengxiao's dark eyes fell under the empty corridor lamp.

There seemed to be some sound, rubbed apart by the gentle night breeze, and passed by him in small pieces.

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