She hid her pregnancy and faked her death, and the CEO turned gray overnight

Zhou Gu didn't want to look into her indifferent and distant eyes and slowly lowered his head.

It doesn't matter, he also has a pair of children, and raising them smoothly is also a kind of perfection.

Seeing him dodge Wen Qing, the sneer on the corners of her lips grew stronger.

Can't take it anymore?

She suffered too much cold treatment and neglect from him back then, didn't she survive it?

"I'm tired. Let's take a nap first. You can go do your work."

After saying that, she lay down on her back and slowly closed her eyes.

Zhou Gu squatted beside the bed, took her fingers and brought them to her lips and kissed her softly a few times.

"Go to sleep. The miscarriage requires good recovery. I will ask the kitchen to make you some nutritious soup later. You can drink it when you wake up."

Warmth did not respond.

She was indeed very tired. She had been in the infirmary all day studying special medicines, which almost exhausted her energy.

But considering that my son's condition has improved, this tiredness seems to be nothing.

There was gentle pressure on her abdomen, and she wanted to yell, 'The fetus is not aborted, can you get out of here?', but she swallowed it back when she reached her lips.

If he wants to torture himself, let him torture himself.

Live it!

Zhou Gu has always been cautious. Before, he would have called the doctor to inquire about the miscarriage.

But this time he didn't make any movement, he was just immersed in his own grief and felt sad.

Perhaps he subconsciously believed that he was unforgivable. He could think of thousands of reasons for tenderly aborting the child, but he could not find an excuse for her to keep the child.

So when he saw her coming out of the infirmary so weak, he concluded that she had undergone an abortion.

This masochistic person really deserves it.

After a while, her warm breathing became shallower and she fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Gu looked at her peaceful sleeping face and smiled bitterly.

I still remember that she was devastated when she had her first miscarriage. She couldn't sleep for the first three days, and she cried all day long. She was so miserable that she couldn't bear to live.

But now...

After all, this child was not the child she expected, so she could sleep peacefully just after the miscarriage.

But that's fine, all the pain is borne by him alone, and she doesn't have to worry about it.

"Have a good sleep, tomorrow is a new day."

After saying that, he leaned over and pressed a kiss between her eyebrows, stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt for her, turned and left the room.

Almost at the moment the door closed, the woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.

She stared at the door blankly, looking a little dazed.

This man has indeed changed a lot.

Five years ago, if she had dared to abort his seed without permission, he would have made her life worse than death.

But now, he actually learned to taste the pain alone without touching her.

As she thought about it, mist filled her eyes.

Looking back, we finally spent a lifetime of happiness to pay for our youth and ignorance.

In this life, you and I are afraid that we will never be able to bloom again.

...

After Zhou Gu came out of the master bedroom, he went straight to the study.

As soon as he sat on the sofa, Akun opened the door and walked in, looking a little anxious.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Gu asked lightly.

Akun calmed down his rapid breathing, nodded and said, "The informant you bribed in the court called and said that the eldest princess has provided the court with evidence of the Queen's crime."

Zhou Guhuo raised his head and squinted at him, "Is the news reliable?"

A Kun thought for a while and replied: "You gave him such a large sum of money, he shouldn't lie about the situation."

Zhou Gu frowned.

What on earth does that bitch want to do in the cold wind?

Didn't he already know the truth that his son was still alive?

Why are you forcing Arthur Wei to hand over the Queen's evidence to the court?

Could it be that the child couldn't resolve his hatred and he wanted to fight to the death?

"When was it submitted? Who submitted it? Did the hospital accept it?"