Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Those few hours in the delivery room were like a nightmare.

Zou Zhiyi always thought that she was not very afraid of pain, and could even bear it quite well, but the few hours in the delivery room had really refreshed the limits of her perception of pain, and it hurt her to death.

The cold sweat on his forehead was dry and wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears that slid down his face. The place where the corner of his lip was bitten was bloody from the grinding of his teeth, and his mouth was filled with a strong smell of blood.

When it hurt the most, she wished she could take a knife and kill herself directly.

But this is not the worst. During the delivery, there was a hemorrhage, and she almost lost her life.

At that time, Zou Zhiyi was only thinking about Yanzhou in a daze.

I read Yanzhou's name over and over again, my lips opened and closed, and I repeated it silently, and I didn't know why I did it. My mind was actually blank, but I just repeated it mechanically, as if I could gain more by doing this. General strength.

The lights in front of him had already flickered into one piece, and they couldn't see clearly, all they saw was a blinding white light.

But Zou Zhiyi felt as if he saw Yanzhou.

Yan Zhou who pulled her out of the out-of-control car on the cliff; She has something to do with Yanzhou...

We've only been together for a few months, and I thought this person wouldn't leave any traces in her heart, but I didn't expect that he had already left so many impressions in her heart.

She thought she had completely forgotten many things, but at this moment, scenes flashed in front of her eyes with incomparable clarity.

Yanzhou.

Yanzhou...

Her lips moved slightly, and her breath was full of blood.

In the end, she didn't know how the child was born at all, and after looking at the child with strength, she fell asleep directly.

Zou Zhiyi slept for a long time, and when she woke up, it was already noon on the second day after giving birth.

Zou Zhiyi opened his eyes amidst the baby's cries, and turned around to see Lin Qingjian hugging a child in a hurry, while Qu Menglong was holding a child's toy beside him, shaking it, trying to make the child happy.

But the baby's crying continued. The original loud cry was a little hoarse, but it was still crying loudly at the top of its throat, showing no sign of stopping.

Zou Zhiyi stared at the child in Lin Qingjian's arms and was stunned for a moment, then realized that it was his own child.

She sat up slowly facing her arms, and asked in a hissed voice, "What's wrong? Why are you crying so hard?"

"Are you awake?" Lin Qingjian quickly approached Zou Zhiyi with the child in his arms, "Come on, hurry up and hug your daughter, this little guy really follows your personality and has a hot temper. Time, we cried after waking up, we couldn't be coaxed, our voices were almost hoarse from crying, but it made us worry badly."

Lin Qingjian handed the child over, and Zou Zhiyi subconsciously reached out to catch it. He didn't know if the child knew who her mother was in his heart, but when he got into Zou Zhiyi's arms, he immediately stopped crying.

With the warm and soft touch on her hands, Zou Zhiyi immediately felt at a loss. The little soft guy is really fragile, and she was afraid that if she exerted force, it would hurt this little guy.

After stretching his arms stiff for a long while, he slowly softened.

Looking down at the little guy, my heart softened one after another.