"I think it's more interesting than this one to have the man see his child die at my hands." A trace of bloodlust flashed in Nangong Yu's eyes, and he shook the wine glass in his hand and drank it all.

In the bedroom, the maid changed the sheets again, cleaned up the blood stains and the bloody cotton yarn discarded by Dr. Lou when he treated the wound, and in a few minutes, the bedding was brand new and the garbage was cleaned up, except for the faint smell of disinfectant in the air and the numbness on the bandaged arm because of the unfinished anesthetic, Anne only felt like a dream.

Lying quietly on the bed, the little hand that was not injured gently stroked his flat lower abdomen, where a life had been conceived, but who was she, was this child really Nangong Yu's?

She closed her eyes and tried to remember her past, only to get a pinprick headache.

It's been more than a month, and it's still like this.

More than a month ago, when she opened her eyes for the first time, it was in this room that the brown-skinned maid and the Nangong Yu who claimed to be her husband were entered.

Nangong Yu told her that her name was Annie, that she was her wife, and that she was in a coma because of a car accident outside, and that this was her home.

But why doesn't she have any affection for this home? doesn't even have a sense of affection for Nangong Yu's husband?

Anne thought of Nangong Yu's cold eyes without a trace of temperature and the sound soaked in ice slag when she was pregnant.

Knock out!

When a husband hears the news that his wife is pregnant, he is not happy, but coldly lets him go.

She noticed Nangong Yu's expression even more, it was a kind of surprise that something was beyond his expectations.

An Ran closed her eyes, and her headache was splitting, making her unable to continue thinking, and her previous life was a blank in her mind.

Her hands were always on her abdomen, using this insignificant movement to protect the little life in her belly.

She didn't know how she fell asleep, and falling into a deep sleep in this situation was more like a passive resistance, a kind of escape.

The reality she couldn't face made her helpless and frightened.

When I woke up again, it was already dawn.

The only thing that made her happy was that Nangong Yu still respected her, as long as she didn't anger him, in most cases, he would still ask her for her opinion about life at home, except for that child, of course.

Because of her body, Nangong Yu didn't have the same room with her, she only sat in her room for a while every day before going to bed, talked to her and left, where she went after leaving, she never cared.

For a man who doesn't have the slightest impression of herself, she really can't let her be as considerate to him as she cares about her husband.

Glancing at the wall clock on the wall, it was just after seven o'clock.

At seven thirty o'clock, the maid would bring her breakfast to the house on time, as was the habit for more than a month since she woke up.

I don't know how she had been with these servants before, they spoke a language she didn't understand, and at first she had the desire to communicate with them, trying to remember if she could speak that language too.

After trying, she gave up, not English, not French, a small language she had never heard of, and she couldn't understand a single language.

probably knew that she didn't understand, and the maid who didn't talk much later stopped telling her.

Breakfast is delivered to the house on time every day, and the cutlery is picked up after half an hour, even at noon and in the evening.

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