Aunt Wang walked into the small hall and saw Song He covered in cold sweat, huddled in the corner of the sofa with a pale face.

Seeing Aunt Wang's Song He was like seeing a savior, Song He opened his lips without a trace of blood, and his tone was weak, if he didn't listen carefully, Aunt Wang wouldn't be able to hear it at all.

Aunt Wang was suddenly shocked, and she couldn't even hold the tray steadily.

With the sound of "bang-" as the tray fell to the ground, and in the broken teacups and tea sets, Aunt Wang threw herself on the side of the sofa with a nervous expression, and she must not have seen that this was something that a person in her fifties could do flexibly.

Aunt Wang was distressed at this time, as if she had seen her own daughter being abused, and her old face was the same as Song He, without a little blood, her eyes were red, and she was trembling even when she spoke: "Xiaohe...... What's wrong with you...... Xiaohe, don't you dare to have anything, don't scare Auntie! ”

Song He wanted to tell Aunt Wang not to worry, but because the pain in her lower abdomen was intense one after another, and even gradually there was a feeling of falling, Song He was flustered at this time, her face was like a blank piece of paper, and she had no strength or mood to take care of Aunt Wang, who was in her fifties in front of her.

"Ahh

She's just an old fool! How could Song He and that woman be put together alone, even if she asked someone to come up and deliver refreshments, how could she go down and get it by herself so carelessly?!

Aunt Wang couldn't stop complaining about herself in her heart.

Besides, Aunt Wang is also a woman who has given birth to children, and when she sees Song He's appearance at this time, what else do you not understand, Song He is clearly moving now, and Aunt Wang doesn't dare to let Song He move at all.

"Ah, Auntie......" Song He felt a chill in his bulging belly, the nature of a woman, also made Song He vaguely understand something, Song He stretched out his hand and tightly grabbed Aunt Wang, who had no master of the six gods, although Song He was trembling in pain now, but Song He still held his breath and said to Aunt Wang: "Auntie, call, call the hospital!" ”

After saying this, Song He suddenly felt a warm temperature between her legs, her beautiful eyes dilated their pupils for a moment, and her eyes glowed with horror, she lowered her head and looked between her legs in disbelief - Song He's inner legs were still dripping red blood, which was flowing down Song He's legs.

Song He's spirit that had been holding on seemed to be completely shattered by this scene, and she couldn't bear it anymore, like a person who was frozen in the ice and snow, and began to tremble involuntarily.

In fact, Song He did feel that it was getting colder and colder, especially her lower abdomen, the small propped up, which used to be very warm, but now Song He clearly felt that it was getting colder and colder.

No matter how strong Song He usually is, after all, she is also a woman, and the current situation is even more endangered by the child in her belly, no matter what the reason, Song He feels extremely frightened, and at this time, she involuntarily began to resentful of Yin Zheng again.

- Why was Yin Zheng not by her side when she was being tortured? Why was Yin Zheng able to escape this emotional despair when she was so personally feeling the pain of losing her child?

- Why...... Why? Why?!

Song He kept questioning herself while grief-stricken, but no matter how many times she questioned herself, she couldn't get an accurate answer to tell Song He why.

And Aunt Wang, when Song He asked her to make a call, she had already gotten up from the ground.

Just when Aunt Wang was about to comfort Song He not to be afraid and lowered her head to look at Song He, she saw that the two streams of blood between Song He's legs were slowly flowing down from between Song He's legs, like two thin red snakes, winding down and gathering on the beige carpet at Song He's feet.

Aunt Wang felt that her soul was gone, and she stumbled downstairs with her feet weak, and while running, Aunt Wang also shouted the housekeeper's name: "Old Zhou!" You're fast! Call Young Master Ah Zheng! ”

Song He closed his eyes tiredly, and could only feel that everything in his heart was already lost.

'Yin Zheng ......'

Song He whispered Yin Zheng's name in her heart, but no matter how many times Song He called, Yin Zheng was never able to suddenly appear by Song He's side like a god, holding Song He in her arms and being the only existence she could rely on in despair.

At this moment, Song He gradually felt that she was colder.

She carefully held her hands on both sides of the bulging belly, which was no longer as soft and warm as before, Song He only felt that her stomach was cold and hard, with the pain that tortured her, so that Song He's face was covered with cold sweat.

"Are you mad at me?" Song He felt that she couldn't fall asleep, because Song He was afraid that once she fell asleep, she would have lost the child who had been with her for many months when she woke up again.

Cold and tired, Song He couldn't raise the strength to speak at all, but she always had to find a way to keep herself awake, so Song He could only hold on and talk to the child in her belly.

"Do you think I'm too naïve because I'm always jealous of you?" Song He remembered that before this, she always blindly complained that because of this child, she lost all of Yin Zheng's 100% attention, and every time Yin Zheng cared about the child, Song He couldn't help but wonder if Yin Zheng valued the child more now.

Even recently, this strange feeling has become more and more intense - it is clear that Song He and this child are in a coexisting relationship, but Yin Zheng's deviant attitude always makes Song He feel that she is just a tool to give birth to this child for Yin Zheng.

Song Heye wanted to laugh at her crankiness, but thinking about what Yin Zheng said to her at this time in the past, Song Heye had to overthink it.

'Is the child still obedient today?' ’

'How old is the baby now?' Do you think it can hear us? ’

I don't think I'm looking forward to it before it's born, and when the baby is born, I'm a little afraid that I'll spoil the baby. ’

- These are Yin Zheng's expectations or love for children, Song He suddenly thought extremely sarcastically, if he was Sun Yiran, he finally became pregnant with Yin Zheng's child, he must have hoped that Yin Zheng could pay so much attention to the child.

But Song He is not Sun Yiran, Song He is just Song He who simply likes Yin Zheng, she is like most women, she hopes that the man she likes can also give her the same love and attention.

But what disappointed Song He was that whether it was when she had morning sickness in the early stages of pregnancy, or when she couldn't eat because she was uncomfortable with pregnancy, Yin Zheng didn't care a word, and the first thing she said when she went home every day to face Song He was, 'Is the child good today?' ’

Song He recalled her life since she was pregnant, the corners of her mouth curled up coldly and sarcastically, and her eyes, which were originally bright, were now dimmed.

'What can be bad about a child?' Song He felt the increasingly cold and hard stomach under his palm, and thought in his heart: "But now when the child is really bad, you, the person who claims to care about it the most, are not there. ’

Song He slowly came back to her senses from her memories, she lowered her eyes, looking at her lower abdomen that had been able to push her loosest clothes out of an obvious arc, although she was already covered with cold sweat because of the pain, and her face was bloodless, but Song He still tried her best to show a gentle expression, and said: "You must be because I am always jealous of you, and I think that I will definitely not be able to be a good mother in the future, so you are leaving me now, right?" ”

Song He's soft voice gradually mixed with choking, and the tears in her eyes seemed to finally be unable to bear the weight of those hoarded liquids, and in the blink of an eye, Song He fell down in large pieces, right in the middle of Song He's abdomen.

There was a noisy sound on the stairs, Song He knew that it was Aunt Wang who was looking for someone to come up, Song He felt that he had reached the limit at this time, and he was exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his eyes to look at the people who came upstairs.

"Baby......" Song He finally lowered his voice and said softly before those people came over completely: "Thank you, if you really decide to leave, remember to find a mother who loves you." ”

- Thank you for allowing me to see the man I love and how true he is to me.

- If you're willing to stay, I'll learn to love you well.

Song He hid these words in his heart, and when Aunt Wang's panicked voice came into his ears, Song He completely fainted.

The ambulance shuttled through the traffic with the sound of the first-aid horn all the way, trying to take Song He, who was already completely unconscious, to the hospital as quickly as possible, and Sun Yiran, who was hiding near the villa and did not really leave, watched Song He be carried on a stretcher and got into the ambulance, with a smug smile on his face.

Sun Yiran was proud that her plan was successful, so next, since Yin Zheng used her as a shield, she would really do a fake show with Yin Zheng, and completely become Yin Zheng's mistress outside.

Sun Yiran straightened his somewhat messy sideburns that were blown by the wind, and in every move, he actually had a bit of Wang Yin's demeanor.

Sun Yiran, who had completely bowed his head to greed and desire, thought in his heart: "Anyway, the scandal has already happened, and Yin Zheng created it himself, so Yin Zheng should be responsible for her innocence!" ’