Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Song Yi put on a coat, put on a hood and a mask, and prepared a box.

He looked at Mu Qianqian on the hospital bed with pity.

He left because Fu Yuhuang was protecting Mu Qianqian, and Mu Qianqian didn't need him anymore.

Unexpectedly, when we met again, she made herself so embarrassed.

"Qianqian, I won't let your child have any trouble." Song Yi promised.

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"Miss, Miss, wake up, wake up." Aunt Lan's gentle and loving voice was in his ear.

"Aunt Lan, my stomach hurts so much, I want to lie down again." Mu Qianqian muttered softly.

A flash of light flashed in my mind, Aunt Lan was gone.

Heart throbbing violently, he opened his eyes and looked at the white ceiling.

There was anti-inflammatory potion hanging on his hand, and there was a strong smell of disinfectant between his breaths.

She should be in the hospital, with her hands slowly covering her stomach.

Child, no more.

"Qianqian, you're awake." Song Yi said softly.

Hearing Song Yi's voice, Mu Qianqian looked at him in surprise. She was sure that it was Song Yi. With hope, she held his arm anxiously, "Where's Aunt Lan, Aunt Lan, is Aunt Lan okay now?"

"I called back, but no one answered, and no one answered Aunt Lan's cell phone number," Song Yi explained.

He still didn't know what happened to Aunt Lan.

Mu Qianqian pulled out the anti-inflammatory potion in her hand and got off the bed, "I want to go back to see Aunt Lan."

"Qianqian, don't be self-willed, you just had a miscarriage, you need to rest in bed." Song Yi stopped Mu Qianqian.

"I had a miscarriage, at least I'm still alive, Aunt Lan..." Mu Qianqian choked, her eyes instantly turned red, and tears came out, "Aunt Lan, she's dead."

Song Yi was also shocked, "Aunt Lan died, when did it happen, and how did she die?"

Mu Qianqian was very angry when she thought of her grandfather and Song Yi's disappearance.

As soon as he left, he didn't care about anything, why did he come back now!

Mu Qianqian pushed Song Yi away and ran outside.

Song Yi immediately followed, "Qianqian, what the hell is going on?"

Mu Qianqian kept running forward without stopping, ran to the front of the elevator, and pressed the elevator down.

Song Yi caught up and held Mu Qianqian's hand, "I'll take you back, do you have any money on you now? Do you have a cell phone?"

Mu Qianqian shook off Song Yi's hand and looked at him resentfully, with grievances, unwillingness, and anger in his eyes.

Song Yi hugged Mu Qianqian, pressed her head into his arms, "I know you are aggrieved, angry, and complaining now, and I don't understand why I left suddenly, there is a reason for me to leave. , I'll tell you later."

Mu Qianqian turned her face away, tears streaming down her face.

Ding-dong, the elevator rang.

He took her hand into the elevator and got into his car again.

Mu Qianqian looked out the window without speaking, and was immersed in sadness.

"Your grandfather, how are you doing recently?" Song Yi asked with concern.

"Dead." Mu Qianqian simply said two words.

"Master Mu is dead?" Song Yi looked at Mu Qianqian in shock.

"How much do you not know? Grandpa is dead, Aunt Lan is dead, and Fu Yuhuang is forcing me to death. I'm almost out of breath. What he took away was his biological child." Mu Qianqian said angrily.

Song Yi didn't expect that Mu Qianqian had gone through so much, so he held Mu Qianqian's cold hand and explained, "I stole your mother's dead child and exchanged its heart for Qianqian. Hiding in the laboratory, didn't you say that you don't want to shoulder shallow responsibility?"