Chapter 39: The World's Cutest at the Same Table (39)

The days of calm and warmth were broken a few days later.

Luo Qimian slept until midnight, and the door was slammed.

He opened the door, and there stood unkempt and drunken Bai Wenwan outside.

"Look at what! Help me in yet! The drunken woman scolded.

Luo Cimian silently helped her into the door.

"Go pour me a glass of water." The woman lay on the couch and called the boy.

Luo Cimian still went to pour her a glass of water without saying a word.

Bai Wenwan took the water cup, took a sip, spit it out again, and scolded angrily: "The water is so hot!" How do you let me drink! ”

Luo Cimian's face was expressionless, "Drink with your mouth." ”

"You dare to talk back!"

The boy yelled, "Why don't you dare! You're not my real mother! Why bother me! ”

Bai Wenwan was yelled at by him, and her expression stiffened for a moment.

"Ever since I was a child, I didn't understand why you didn't like me at all."

"In order to please you, I studied hard and tried my best to surpass everyone, but no matter how good I am in the eyes of others, you will never praise me."

"Eighteen years later, I finally understood that everything was because I was not your biological son."

After speaking, Luo Cimian smiled self-deprecatingly.

"You know everything? Who told you that! The woman's face was full of trepidation and nervousness.

Luo Cimian did not speak.

Bai Wenwan saw that Luo was silent, and a nameless anger surged in her chest.

casually picked up the hanger on the sofa to dry clothes, and whipped the boy again, again, and again, as if to vent his anger.

Luo Cimian gasped in pain, and saw that she had no intention of stopping at all, so she had to grab the drying rack to prevent the woman from continuing to treat herself. Violent.

Sometimes adults just rely on their own strength, so they teach children a lesson.

Since he was a child, he doesn't know how many times he has been beaten, but it doesn't mean that he will continue to endure it now.

The woman's mouth was still swearing.

"You look exactly like your slut mother! It's just as annoying! ”

Bai Wenwan stared at the young man with a hideous face, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, which was originally a beautiful appearance, but at this time, it looked really a little ugly.

"Sure enough, it's a small evil seed, and he will be punished when he is born."

"Why don't you die!"

Bai Wenwan's mouth is rough. The violent words made Luo Cimian sink his face.

The woman had lost her mind, and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Luo Cimian's neck.

His fingers tightened, and he pinched the boy tightly.

vented all the resentment on Luo Cimian.

Luo Cimian was deprived of oxygen in his brain, and his limbs began to lose strength, and he used all his strength to push Bai Wenwan away.

Bai Wenwan's whole person was pushed out fiercely, and she fell to the ground, her abdomen suddenly throbbed, as if she was being wrenched by a heavy object.

Child!

Bai Wenwan hugged her stomach and roared: "My child!! ”

The abdomen was churning, and there was a hot stream gushing out, and the smell of blood gradually diffused, and the blood flowed all over the ground, which was shocking.

"You murderer, you killed my child!" The woman screamed.

Luo Cimian looked at the blood all over the ground and looked at his hands helplessly.

"I ...... I didn't mean to! ”

The teenager called the ambulance number with trembling hands.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Wenwan was taken to the hospital by ambulance.

-

When Shi Yu answered Luo Cimian's phone, it was very windy on the phone, but he didn't speak.

"Luo Cimian, what's wrong?"

"Why don't you speak?"

"It's okay, I just miss you." The boy's voice was a little choked and slightly nasal.

"Did something happen?"

Shi Yu pursed her lips and asked him softly.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a long time.

"Where are you?"

"The rooftop of the city hospital."

Before Shiyu could speak, the young man said, "Little Yuzu, can you come and accompany me......?"

Luo Cimian was like a wounded child, fragile and pitiful, and asked her for help over there.

The tone was unprecedentedly weak.

"Okay, you don't move there, wait for me to find you, I'll be quick, you wait for me."