At this moment, Su Baixi was a little broken.

She shook her hands, as if she heard something dirty, and smashed her phone under her seat.

"Master, hurry up."

The voice was pale and weak.

The driver in front of her glanced at her in the rearview mirror: "Are you okay?"

"Quick ......"

"I try."

In fact, my instinct as a doctor told Su Baixi that this was not a good thing, such as her current abdominal pain.

When waiting for the results in the hospital, Su Baixi already felt less painful, she went to the bathroom to see it, and it was bleeding.

When the gynecologist saw her, he asked, "Did you do it before?"

"Nope."

The doctor regretfully said, "The possibility of ectopic pregnancy cannot be ruled out, you must be mentally prepared."

Su Baixi clenched his hands, his fingertips pinched on the snow-white quilt, and he pressed too hard, and his bones turned white.

She admits that this time was too busy, a lot of things piled up, and she spent most of her time on the stable company, and she didn't even think to come to the hospital for a detailed check-up.

"When will the results be out?"

The doctor said, "Soon."

The process of waiting for the results was very long, and Su Baixi saw Lin Zijia standing in the corridor ten minutes later.

He walked briskly in her direction, and the first thing he looked up and down was that she was pale, and her pink lips had lost their former color, and his first thought was, "What are you doing?"

Su Baixi was silent.

"I'm asking you what you're doing!"

Lin Zijia's voice was full of panic and fear.

That's right, it's fear.

His gaze swept over her abdomen and asked in a low voice, "Sister Bai Xi, don't be so ruthless, right?"

"Hit? Still didn't hit? I've been here for less than half an hour, so you're not moving that fast, are you?"

"What did I say wrong?" Lin Zijia carefully recalled everything that happened today, his communication with Su Baixi was extremely simple, only that phone call, "I said let you beg me, you don't want to beg, don't ask for it, it won't be anything, right?" What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Lin Zijia said in the end, his eyes were red, he suddenly covered his eyes and wiped them, leaned over and hugged her: "Tell me I didn't fight, right? Yes? Didn't you fight? It's still right, isn't it?"

The words were very light, light to the point of temptation.

He was at a loss and desperate, as if he had been stabbed in the heart by Su Baixi, every time he moved, it was a heart-rending pain, and he kept thinking at this time: How could this be?

How did he and Su Baixi become like this.

How can you be so ruthless.

She can even do it with a child.

If he is ruthless, she can be ruthless; He went further, and she would be able to take ten steps further.

How could he get past her.

"Speak, speak," Lin Zijia cried until she trembled, and he hugged her delicate and dense kiss, "You speak."

She didn't respond, Lin Zijia lifted her quilt and found that there was still a little blood under her body, and he was completely desperate, so much that he couldn't accept it: "What did you do!"

Su Baixi stared at his face from beginning to end.

From the panic on his face when he first appeared, to questioning and temptation, to helplessness and sadness, and finally to hysteria, as it is now, despair mixed with a little hatred, he may have wanted to kill her, but he finally knelt beside her bed, hugged her, and buried his head in her stomach: "Sister Bai Xi."

"You won, okay, you won, I can't get you, you win."

"Shall I beg you, I beg you." He whimpered.

Su Baixi took all the emotional changes he had just now.

She is analyzing carefully, and there are some truths and some falses.

After she got out of bed, Lin Zijia still knelt in front of her upright, he hugged her waist and pleaded, "Don't do this to me, don't do this to me, please."

This may be the first time in Lin Zijia's life that he has been so out of shape.

At least Su Baixi had never seen Lin Zijia kneel down with a woman like this, and she was thinking at this time that if she asked him to kowtow, would she be able to do what she wanted.

But Su Baixi just opened his eyes and said softly, "What about my mother's relics?"

Lin Zijia cried and said, "Do you have a conscience? Why do you want to exchange my child for a dead man's relic?"

"Aren't you sad at all? You're still asking about relics."

Su Baixi didn't have any expression, and whispered, "Is the relic with you?"

Lin Zijia wanted to be angry and didn't want to give it.

But he was even more frightened now.

His heart was so filled with fear that he didn't dare to relax at all.

He was afraid that Su Baixi would be more ruthless than him in the next moment, so he said, "Yes."

Su Baixi grabbed his hand and tore it off for him one by one, Lin Zijia continued to hug her after being torn apart, he cried very embarrassed, as if the person who had a miscarriage now was not Su Baixi, but himself.

He didn't want to let go, and his voice was pleading, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Don't do that, don't pull me away."

"Don't mess with me," he held on, Su Baixi's fingertips scratched blood marks on his arm, and he didn't want to let go, "Don't tear me away."

"Sister."

"Sister Bai Xi."

After Su Baixi tore him away, he said, "The child hasn't beaten yet, don't cry."

This turning point caught Lin Zijia off guard.

He was stunned for a moment, and after the great sorrow, there was great joy, and his emotions were up and down, so that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Are you serious?"

"Hmm." Su Baixi's reaction was flat.

She whispered, "Can you give me my mother's relics?"

Lin Zijia got up from the ground, and he opened his mouth.

In fact, subconsciously, I wanted to negotiate conditions with her.

But at this moment, he hesitated, and stopped in time, and finally he nodded, his heart palpitated, this is a feeling of being frightened for the rest of his life, he carefully took her hand: "I can give, I can give whatever you want."

His voice was softer than before, and even his attitude became extremely soft.

It's really soft.

It's not the kind of softness that the prodigal son coaxes a woman at will, but the kind of softness that fears her from the bottom of his heart, and after being afraid of her, he is afraid of her: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No," Su Baixi walked towards the door, she didn't really want to be in the hospital, at least at this time, she didn't want to tell Lin Zijia the truth, "I want to go home."

In Lin Zijia's opinion, this is what she was going to do to have a baby, but he came over in time, so she gave up having a baby.

Lin Zijia was still very afraid, he followed her, and when Su Baixi took the second step, he hugged her carefully and considerately.

The person who is usually domineering and only does things according to his own heart, at this moment, he actually asked for her consent first: "Shall I hold you?"

Su Baixi said, "No."

So, he followed her and hugged her.

After she walked a few steps, her steps were obviously unsteady, and Lin Zijia immediately bent down to give her a horizontal hug, this is the strength in her bones, he is not a soft person in the first place.

Su Baixi looked at him coldly.