The word Yan is taken from the meaning of stability and happiness, and can be used by both boys and girls.

Su Xian still spent some time on this naming matter.

The night was long, Su Xian guarded her, and the time of the night seemed to be slowed down every minute and every second.

The years seem a little quiet.

And the next day.

Jiang Ci was looking for a place to smoke in the toilet and smoked fiercely, so when he returned to the intensive care unit, he was full of tiredness between his eyebrows and eyes, and it seemed that disturbing things came one after another, making him a little breathless.

He has been recovering for the past few months, so there is no task for him above, but now there is a task for him to participate in.

In the current situation.

His sister will never be able to have children in the future, and he doesn't know how to talk to her.

When Jiang Yurou woke up slowly, she saw that her brother's handsome face was full of haggardness, and when she looked at it, her eyes were still bloodshot.

"Brother......

Jiang Yurou felt a pain in her heart, but she was distressed.

"Are you awake? How does it feel? Does it still hurt? ”

Jiang Ci asked eagerly.

Jiang Yurou's nose was sour when she heard this, as if she didn't expect her to hear such care from him.

And when Jiang quit to care about her, she also faintly and gradually reacted, what happened, her face suddenly turned a little pale, her hand fell on her abdomen, and she asked slowly: "...... Elder brother? My baby......? ”

Child, what about her child?

Although this child should not have come, it was three months old after all.

When Jiang Ci heard this, his lips pursed urgently, but he didn't speak.

Jiang Yurou looked at him like that, her heart sank heavily, as if she had realized something, and her face was instantly bloodless.

"Brother...... Isn't it ...... if it's gone? You tell me? Jiang Yurou's face was pale, her eyes became a little moist, and she asked pitifully.

"Yes."

Jiang Ci did not hesitate this time.

Jiang Yurou: "......"

Even if she knew that the child would fall sooner or later.

But it's really gone, and I still feel pain in my heart.

Jiang Ci looked at her like that, and wanted to comfort her, but soon, he saw a flash of hatred in her moist eyes: "Brother, what about that slut!?" Her baby is still away!? ”

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Ci's face changed instantly.

When he looked at Jiang Yurou again, his voice was a little darker: "Your child was originally a wild seed to be killed, and if it's gone, it's gone, and even the child's father doesn't know, do you think you're qualified as a mother!?" But Yurou, you tell me, if you slip and fall, is it your fault! ”

Even though she had already said it, he still hoped that it was a temporary ploy by her to save him, and not that she really harmed him.

However, Jiang Ci's words fell, and for Jiang Yurou, it was no less than a heavy blow ......!

What does it mean that her child is gone when it's gone!?

She is like this, her brother even wants to settle accounts with her, and ask her if she has hurt Rong ......!

Jiang Yurou's heart seemed to be filled with jealousy and anger pain, and madness grew.

Weak, she gritted her teeth and said jealously: "...... What about me!? Why, are you going to be like her man and give me a ......shot too!? ”

"You ——!"

When these words fell, Jiang Ci got up suddenly, trembling with anger.

He stared at her, and the feeling of hopelessness and powerlessness swept over him, and his temples jumped, and finally—