"Huh!" Gong Mi stepped forward and grabbed the maid, and asked knowingly, "These are Sister Zuo Mian...... Dirty laundry? ”

It's like a fart.

He stayed with Zuo Mian for a day today, how could he not know that Zuo Mian was wearing this winter dress to go out today.

But I don't know if it's because what he sees in his eyes is too shocking, Gong Mi feels that he doesn't want to believe it if he doesn't stop people and listens to what the other party says.

As soon as the maid saw that it was the little master, she quickly bent down respectfully and bowed her head, and said slowly: "Yes, little master, I was about to take these dirty clothes to the laundry room to be washed, and I will return them to Miss Zuo after washing." ”

"This—This is the ...... It's blood, right? Gong Mi didn't seem to be able to reach the Yellow River, and asked tremblingly.

The maid thought of something, her face turned red, and she still replied seriously: "Yes, it was left by Miss Zuo, little master don't worry, Miss Zuo has already changed into clean clothes and lay down." ”

The maid sensed the young man's concern and thought that the other party knew what this meant, so she comforted the young man and failed to be too specific about the key information.

After all, it is a matter of the daughter's family's body, and the maid is still worried about the face of Miss Zuo in the room, even if she talks about it with the little master, it is only a passing pass.

Without saying much, seeing that the young man didn't ask any more, the maid continued to carry a basket of clothes to the laundry room.

Leaving a small figure in place, as if struck by lightning.

The children were puzzled, how could a person who suffered from the wind and cold bleed?

Or in the skirt and the like......

Since there is blood, there must be trauma.

However, Zuo Mian's sister stayed with him all the time and did not receive any external attacks, and the possibility of skin injury was immediately ruled out by the other party.

As soon as he closed his eyes now, it was the bloodstained winter dress.

This picture seems familiar, and it immediately coincides with a certain plot of the eight-o'clock dog blood soap opera that his mother watched some time ago.

The poor heroine who married into a wealthy family in the play fell to the ground in pain after being pushed hard by the vicious female partner.

Holding his stomach, he snorted in a cold sweat.

It didn't take long for the poor heroine's skirt to be dyed bright red.

The servants around shouted, "Come on!" The young lady had a miscarriage! ”

Gong Mi thought of this plot and trembled suddenly.

I still remember his mother, who had quit her job to be a full-time housewife at home, sat on the sofa with a distressed face and sighed, "Yo! Do evil! killed a person at a young age, and gave birth to a child alive and just disappeared! Is the male protagonist a rice bucket? How can the pregnant heroine be left alone at home to face jackals, tigers and leopards! ”

Baby, child gone!

Gong Mi didn't know anything, and the only readable information he received was this sentence from his mother's mouth.

Pregnant.

It bleeds.

And then...... The child is gone.

Thinking of Sister Zuomian's state of cold sweat in the car today, Gong Mi felt dizzy for a moment.

That's what happened......

Something like this happened right under his nose!

When he looked up again, the young man's eyes were a little red, and he looked in the direction of the left sleeping bedroom, and his heart hurt as if he had been stabbed by a knife.

The unnatural expression on his face when he contacted the doctor, grandfather, and the nanny just now answered his question.

Gong Mi has figured out everything!

The whole family hid the miscarriage of Sister Zuomian behind his back!

In order not to worry about yourself, I deliberately lied that I was fine!

Actually, this is a big deal!

Gong Mi thought bitterly: My little nephew is gone.

(End of chapter)