Time passed slowly, and when the child entered the eighth month, I suddenly noticed that the frequency and intensity of the police interrogation of me suddenly increased, the familiar police officers were transferred, and the lawyer of Fanyin did not come for a long time, and I became very uneasy around me.

This made me a little uneasy, could it be that Fanyin was scolded by me, so he really didn't catch me? That's chilling, too. Or is it also planted with traditional sounds?

Recently, I didn't dare to take a good rest, but fortunately, because of my pregnancy, my pelvis hurts after sleeping for a long time, so I can't sleep well. That night, I was turning over when I suddenly felt a voice in the hospital room.

The police at night were the first to watch over me, and although they weren't the ones who were in the thick of the sound, they were real policemen, and they wouldn't kill me. So it wasn't them who were rummaging through the drawers, so I opened my eyes and saw a figure in the darkness, rummaging through my drawers.

That drawer holds some of the medicine I've been taking recently, locked.

I looked over to the place where the policewoman was resting, and found that she was still lying down, and she was not alarmed by such a big movement, I don't know if she was drugged or knocked unconscious.

I was too heavy to move, so I froze on the bed and watched the figure move the drawer. I couldn't make out her face, but I could be sure she was a petite person with flat breasts and a neutral stance. The man was wearing a dark tracksuit with a neutral style and a dark sports cap on his head, making it impossible to judge the hairstyle.

The room was so quiet that I could only hear my pounding heartbeat, and it was okay for him to change his dressing, but I was afraid that he would attack me.

Time passed by minute by second, and finally, there was a faint noise in the room, and the lock was opened.

I watched him pull open the drawer, pull something out of his pocket, and quickly replace it. I didn't dare to look at it then, because I guess he was going to come over to make sure I was awake, so I squinted my eyes and felt the shadow turn around and shut up.

Soon, I felt someone come up to me. There was a sudden touch on my stomach, and although it didn't hurt or knock, I was of course uneasy and couldn't help but pretend to fall asleep and turn sideways. At the same time, there was a sudden cold stinging pain in his neck.

I couldn't help but freeze.

I don't talk about knives and guns here, even the plastic forks will be taken away as soon as possible. The first is to prevent me from killing myself, and the second is to prevent me from escaping. And I don't actually need those things at all, because I'm a pregnant woman, and whoever I fight with is a loss, and it's just that the other party has a weapon, and if I don't, I have it for others. I don't want to die, my sin is less than twenty years.

That's why I have to pray for any attacker I encounter.

The knife was on my neck, and the other party never spoke, and I didn't dare to speak. The other party's change of dressing is the same as the meaning of the air injection last time, they don't want to kill me openly, they want to make an unsolved case that is difficult to verify. So now it's probably a test of whether I'm awake, and if so, I'm going to have to change the plan or just kill me.

The actual situation was exactly as I expected, this person was using a knife pen to me, but the palm of his hand was also slowly probing my stomach, this person's hand was soft and small, and it was sure to be a woman. As a mother, I have my instincts, no matter where she touches me, even if she is a man but touches my si, I can endure it for this life, but the child can't. I knew she might just be testing me, but I was so scared that she would punch me in the stomach all of a sudden, and I couldn't help myself at all, ignoring the knife around my neck, and reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Her wrist shook immediately and she didn't move.

I was even more scared when I was done, because the knife was still bigger than in my neck.

In the midst of the stalemate, I suddenly felt her let go, then broke my hand hard, ran to the window, opened the window and climbed out. This is the fourth floor, and if you jump directly, you will die. I didn't have time to think any further when I noticed someone hurrying up to my bedside and reaching over with a hand covering my mouth.

The faint smell of cigarette smoke came, and I couldn't help but look along my arm, he was still dressed as a doctor, wearing a hat and a mask, and only those slender and sharp eyes were exposed.

Apparently the policewoman is really unconscious, and she is not awake now.

After a while, he let go of my mouth, turned his head to look at the policewoman, and walked lightly towards the window, as if to glance down, and then at me.

After all, after so many years with him, I can see what he means now: "She changed the medicine." ”

Fanyin didn't speak, turned his head and pulled the drawer to find medicine, and soon took out two boxes, took them away, and was about to go out.

I turned my head to look at the policewoman and felt that she had no intention of waking up, so I asked, "Why are you there?" ”

"It's not safe lately." He didn't turn around, his voice sounding a little wilted.

"Oh." I said, "Thank you." ”

He turned his face sideways, but said nothing, and turned away.

Half an hour later, the policewoman woke up. And she may have been drugged, looking a little confused, and looking at me apologetically. Seeing that I was still "not awake", I relaxed.

Early the next morning, the nurse brought me new medicine, saying that the doctor had given it. I opened the pill box in a place where the police were not looking, and there was a small note inside, which was perverted handwriting, but only one signature, presumably to allow me to confirm the authenticity of the medicine.

I'll admit that I was a little disappointed when I saw this note. Probably because I thought he was going to write me something, but he didn't write anything. Yes, the relationship is that the more people give, the harder it is to let go, I thought he would be touched by my words, but no. Actually, why should I expect him to touch? Even when I almost died in front of him, he was completely untouched.

In the afternoon, an officer of no lower rank came, walked around the hospital, and did not seem to say anything.

But it may have been that they discovered the whereabouts of the female killer, and the police began to surround me more tightly in the evening.

So I had a good time for the rest of the day, and two weeks later, the police came and told me that I could go out.

On the day I left, several policemen took me downstairs, probably because they failed to sanction me, and they all looked a little dissatisfied, and there were some hints and sarcasm in and out of their words.

And although I learned that I was going out, I didn't have the ecstasy I thought I had, I just felt so tired.

The weather was nice, but it was a little cool, and the day after tomorrow was Niannian's birthday, but I didn't think about what to give her.

Fanyin's car stopped at the door, the bodyguard got out of the car first, and a female bodyguard held my arm. The driver got down to open the door, and people got out of the car, and it was a complicated sound.

He came over and hugged me, then took off his coat and wrapped it around my shoulder, reached out and hugged me, pecking me in the face. Somehow, I suddenly remembered the scene of him kissing the rice grains that day, and frankly I really felt that he looked more gentle that day than he did now. As soon as I thought about it, I immediately felt a feeling of nausea and pain in my stomach and chest, and I couldn't help but push him away, take off his coat, stuff it into his arms, and turn around and get into the car.

He stood where he was, and got into the car for a while.

It wasn't until the car drove into the city that I realized I was finally free.

So I'm immune from prosecution and don't need to be on the lookout for someone killing me for a short time. But I have to explain the whole thing to my adoptive father, I don't understand why he promised Fanyin that he would not divorce him in the future, is he like a man who can spend his life together?

I was thinking about it, when my wrist was grabbed again, and I wanted to pull it out, but he clenched it tighter and said, "Don't let you touch your hands?" Unloading the mill and killing the donkey? ”

"Yes." He's a donkey.

He glanced at me with his eyes, pursed his lips and laughed, and asked, "Have you thought of a gift for Nian Nian?" ”

I didn't speak.

He originally wanted to start the conversation with the child, but when he saw that it didn't work, he didn't continue, moved to my side, and put his palm on my stomach. This was the time when the little one was active, and as soon as he touched it, she immediately responded, so he was startled, withdrew his hand, and looked up at me.

I said, "Say hello to you." ”

He seemed to have succeeded in some unsavory trick, laughed evilly, and touched for a while, and the child always kicked him, and the more he touched, the more interesting it became. I didn't want to stop him, so I leaned back in my chair and looked at him. Thinking that if it weren't for these things, I would have been quite satisfied at this moment, but now that it's all gone, I know that this decision is a relief for me, but unfortunately I only feel sad, because after so many years of hard work, so many years of struggle, I want a better result than anyone else.

It took a long time for Fanyin to touch enough, and he said, "Don't move." ”

"I'm tired."

He leaned back, came closer to me, took my arm, rubbed it, and said, "I have a name for her, and I want to ask your opinion first, and then your father's opinion." ”

As soon as I heard him say my dad, I was disgusted.

I didn't speak, but he said to himself, "It's Susu." ”

What's the hell in name?

"Three words."

"Su Xiaosu."

“……”

He smiled again and straightened out: "Su Shuzhen." ”

“……”

He looked over a little nervously: "How's it going?" ”

"It's not good."

"Little Sister Su."

"Have you really thought about it?"

"I thought about it seriously." He said, "But I'm afraid you don't think it sounds good." ”

"What did you think?" I didn't think about it, because I wasn't in the mood.

"Su Lianyin." He said with a little caution: "The mercy of love, the green grass sounds very fresh. ”

This sounded good, I nodded, and said, "Sounds good, I just don't know what's weird." ”

"Weird?" He glanced over, "No, right?" ”

"Hmm." I don't know exactly what's wrong, but I just don't think it's right.

"You don't think it sounds?"

"Pretty good." It's really good.

"Then I'll ask your dad later." As he spoke, he touched my stomach again, and laughed wickedly: "My little pity." ”