Ji Xiao looked up and saw the woman standing on the railing on the second floor.

She looked to be less than 50 years old, well-maintained, dressed in a meticulous white Chanel suit, and her hair was pulled back into an elegant French bun.

"Miss Ji, I'm Mo Xian's aunt."

Youngest maternal aunt?

Ji Xiao looked at the woman from far and near suspiciously, and only after seeing clearly the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes and the facial features that were extremely similar to Jing Moxian, did she nod, "Hello." ”

Jing Jianglan looked at her lukewarmly, and bowed her head lightly, "Let's make a long story short, child, I don't want you to give birth." The price is as you choose. ”

Ji Xiao was stunned for a few seconds.

She didn't know what the relationship between the aunt in front of her and Jing Moxian was, but obviously, she had stepped on her bottom line.

Ji Xiao raised his hand to protect his lower abdomen, "I'm afraid this has nothing to do with you, right?" ”

Jing Jianglan walked slowly to the sofa and sat down elegantly, "Our Jing family has reached my generation, the eldest brother is not a good person, the eldest sister died because of the dystocia of the ink string, the Jing family is all working hard for me, and the ink string is also brought up by me." For his sake, I never married. You say, am I qualified to decide whether this child will stay or not? ”

This was the first time Ji Xiao had heard about the situation inside the Jing family, but she was obviously not interested.

"I won't take this child to ask for a needle and thread from your Jing family, he is just my own child. Are you still satisfied with this answer? ”

"A man's child? Miss Ji said it really lightly. You don't want the Jing family's things now, who can guarantee that you won't go back in the future? Mo Xian deserves a better person, so Miss Ji, don't drag him down, right? Jing Jianglan raised her hand and clapped her hands gently.

The lights in the villa were instantly lit up, and Ji Xiao saw the person standing in the dark-

Several doctors in white coats, led by a female doctor carrying a small white medical medicine box in her hand, and another doctor holding a few boxes of injections.

"What are you going to do?!" Ji Xiao's eyes widened, and the alarm bell sounded in his heart.

"You only need two injections, one for anesthesia and one for abortion, and that's it." Jing Jianglan got up calmly, "Come on, send Miss Ji to the guest room upstairs." Let her get a good night's sleep. ”

"Neurotic!" Ji Xiao scolded, turned around and strode towards the door.

But her arm was instantly suppressed, and the two doctors clasped her left and right, "Miss Ji, please." ”

Ji Xiao struggled hard, but she was still outnumbered, and was pulled to the top of the stairs, she held the stairs tightly, "No one has the right to do this to me!" This is my child! You murderers! ”

"She doesn't want to go to the room, so let's do it here." Jing Jianglan instructed lightly, "I'll go to the study and wait for the results, and then call me when you're well." ”

She turned around and left without pity, as if Ji Xiao's stomach was not a life at all, just a tumor!

Ji Xiao's whole body trembled, looking at the needles drawn by the doctors.

She lay on the cold floor on all fours, gasping for breath as she watched the potion-filled needle stick to her skin.

The alcohol rubbed coldly, the needles pierced the skin, the cruel sting came and she closed her eyes in despair......

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