Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

Song Nianhe felt confused for a moment.

"Mrs. Si, what's wrong with you? If you feel uncomfortable somewhere, we can arrange an examination for you right away." The nurse came over at some point and said politely, "Your health is important."

Song Nianhe glanced at her, shook his head, returned to the ward, and closed the door.

Leave her alone.

She was suffocating, so depressed.

Song Nianhe leaned behind the door, took deep breaths several times, and pressed his heart, but the uneasy feeling still lingered.

Her damn intuition, her damn sixth sense.

Could it be that...another accident that she couldn't accept was going to happen.

Song Nianhe didn't want to think too much about it, but every time an accident came, she would have a warning.

This time, it is estimated that there will be no exception.

"What will happen," she murmured to herself, "I can't bear any accidents... God, can you have mercy on me a little more. Don't let me lose my happiness when I'm closest to it. all."

Song Nianhe clasped his hands together and kept praying.

She comforted herself in her heart, maybe it was because she had not rested all night and was too tired, which was why her heart was beating so fast.

Get some sleep.

When she woke up, this feeling disappeared. Maybe Si Moli woke up before her.

Then everything will be fine.

Song Nianhe lay down and covered himself with quilt.

She fell asleep almost as soon as she touched the pillow, but she kept dreaming.

The dreams were illusive, one after another, and she was exhausted both physically and mentally.

When Song Nianhe opened his eyes again, it was already afternoon.

The sunset is full of sky.

She turned her head and looked out the window, her thoughts slowly returning.

With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Si Mo..."

Song Nianhe immediately stood up slightly and looked toward the door. However, the person who came was Mrs. Song.

Not Si Moli.

The name she spoke was swallowed back hard.

"Mom," Song Nianhe changed his words, "You're here."

"Yes, I made some chicken soup for you." Mother Song raised the thermos bucket in her hand, "I originally planned for you and Si Moli to have a bowl each, but you were both sleeping."

With that said, Song's mother walked to the hospital bed and started to ladle soup for her.

"What's the matter with you guys? Were you tired yesterday? One of you slept more deeply than the other." Mother Song asked while busy, "Young couple, they are always tired of being together, and it really consumes too much energy."

Song Nianhe could only laugh dryly: "No, this weather is suitable for sleeping."

It seems that Mom still doesn't know about Si Moli vomiting blood last night.

My brother still kept it a secret.

Then she wouldn't take the initiative to bring it up.

"I wonder how you can sleep at night," Mother Song said. "It's not good for your health to have day and night reversed."

The still steaming chicken soup was handed to her hand.

Song Nianhe took it and drank it in small sips.

It tastes sweet and not greasy.

"It tastes good." Song Nianhe praised, "The food made by my mother always tastes like her."

"If you like to drink it, I'll just stew it for you. I just don't know when Si Moli will wake up, and the soup is already cold."

"You put it here and I'll bring it to him when the time comes."

Mother Song nodded: "Okay."

Song Nianhe felt sour in his heart, but didn't know what to say, so he could only digest it slowly by himself.

Si Moli hasn't woken up yet.

It's been a day.

Could it be that he really couldn't face the fact that he had lost his child, and was in a coma, unwilling to open his eyes?