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"Keep the scene, no one is allowed in, wait for the police to come." Fang Nan rushed in with people, making arrangements in a clear and orderly manner.

"Doctor, don't let him die." Song Hengjue wrapped his long arms around his legs and gently pressed Yang Qingheng into his arms. He strode out and kicked away Li Sen, who was on the ground like a dead dog.

Doctor Xu: ...Then you should give him a way out.

"I'm really fine. There's no need for such a big fight." As soon as the two of them entered the house, a group of doctors swarmed in and treated them seriously. Yang Qingheng was so embarrassed that he couldn't help turning his face away and shrinking into Song Hengjue's neck.

"You're too nervous, the feeling is not accurate." Song Hengjue let her bury herself in his arms, even tilted her to get closer, raised her chin, and signaled the doctor to come closer for examination.

She reached out and took the wet handkerchief handed over by her aunt and carefully wiped the blood stains between her fingers. The shoes on her feet had been thrown away somewhere.

Feeling the moist touch on the instep of her feet, Yang Qingheng's back stiffened and she retracted unnaturally: "Dirty, I'll do it myself."

It's embarrassing to see so many people watching.

The shiny toes curled up shyly, white and pink, like a few neat little pearls.

"Don't move. Wipe it clean and it won't be dirty." Song Hengjue turned a deaf ear and pinched her ankles to prevent her from moving. He pressed the handkerchief into the gap and didn't miss a single dust.

Feeling almost ready, Yang Qingheng was about to put on her shoes, but when she lowered her head, she saw his burning eyes staring straight at her toes, his knuckled fingers pinching the thin white ankle, and the purple blood vessels on the back of his hand bulging slightly.

His ears felt hot and he slapped him on the head.

The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, it’s shameless.

Song Hengjue also realized something was wrong and stood up with a dry cough.

Several doctors were not aware of the ambiguous atmosphere at the scene and carefully examined Yang Qingheng.

"There's no problem, I'm just frightened. I'll give you some tranquilizer for a few days." The leader said to Song Hengjue.

Before Song Hengjue could breathe a sigh of relief, the doctor who was still examining him frowned: "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Everyone present was excited.

"The heartbeat is fast and normal. Is it an irregular heartbeat?" He raised his head in confusion.

The leader of the doctor looked at his new apprentice, almost lifted his breath, and kicked him on the butt: "Idiot, why don't you get up quickly." It's embarrassing!

Yang Qingheng's toes trembled and she glared at the culprit.

Song Hengjue's ears were burning. He turned away to look at the scenery outside the window and the equipment on the table, but not at her.

Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes secretly and nodded politely to the doctors: "Please make a trip. I missed the lunch time. Let's go back after eating."

Before they could refuse, he turned to his aunt and said, "Auntie, thank you for your hard work."

"Hey! Hey! I'll go right away." Auntie responded repeatedly, turned around and ran into the kitchen.

She was already more fragile when she was pregnant, but she was also frightened, and her eyelids trembled as soon as she relaxed. Yang Qingheng raised her arms and put them around Song Hengjue's neck: "Hold me up."

Song Hengjue hugged her into his arms without saying a word. When he arrived in the room, he was about to say something, but found that the woman had closed her eyes.

Subconsciously, he breathed softly and carefully tucked her into bed. Looking at Yang Qingheng's soft sleeping face, his panicked heart finally felt real. He buried his face hard in her palm and took a greedy breath, as if to comfort himself.

He almost lost her again, but luckily, luckily, she was okay.

Yang Qingheng slept particularly peacefully this time. When he opened his eyes, the surroundings were already dark. The only light was the dim night light beside him. What penetrated his brain more than reason was the moistness of his palms and his suppressed breathing.

Her fingers trembled due to the burn, and her heart was soft and crumpled into a ball. She held up her face with her hands and wiped his tears. Song Hengjue had no light behind her and could only see the red ends of his eyes clearly when she got closer: "Why are you crying? Who bullied you?"

Song Hengjue didn't expect that she would wake up at this time, and he was too embarrassed to look into her eyes.

"What's wrong, you're hiding something from me now?" Yang Qingheng pinched his cold earlobe, pretending to be angry.

Song Hengjue was indeed nervous: "No, I...I just..."

"What is that?" Yang Qingheng came closer, her breath almost blending with his.

"I didn't protect you or the child well, so you got hurt." Song Hengjue hugged her waist, and their bodies were tightly pressed against each other, bringing the panicked heartbeat to Yang Qingheng's chest, " Let's not separate, okay, Qingheng, we will never separate again, even if you don't like me, even if you like someone else, you are not allowed to leave me."

Song Hengjue had always known that he was not a healthy person. He was like a symbiote attached to Yang Qingheng, but he didn't know that he was already terminally ill to the point of morbidity.

He was like a rat in the gutter, coveting everything she had.

He couldn't let her know that she hated mice the most, and she would definitely drive him away.

"Why do you like someone else? We are getting married next month. You still think so much, because you don't believe me?" Yang Qingheng frowned, not understanding why he always felt insecure. She had obviously done enough.

Song Hengjue persuaded herself countless times that it didn't matter, he was just a pretty boy, and she wouldn't bring him home. As long as he pretended not to know, it wouldn't have any impact on their marriage.

How can a person live so long without making mistakes?

What's more, she is so good, it's not her fault that someone covets her.

But all the persuasion fell apart the moment he heard Yang Qingheng's deception. He covered her mouth with force: "Stop talking, I don't want to know, I don't mind, I said it, I don't mind."

Yang Qingheng knew that he was imagining some non-existent love rival. She laughed angrily and smacked his face hard, preventing him from avoiding her eyes. She almost swore: "Song Hengjue, let me say it again, I only like you. It’s just you, no one else, so don’t think about other things that don’t exist, okay? Don’t hide anything from me about what you saw.”

Misunderstanding will become a sharp blade that pierces both sides. Even if it only pierces him, she will feel the same.

She hates misunderstandings.

Really? How could what he saw with his own eyes be false? He had tried to verify it, but there was no answer he wanted.

Song Hengjue smiled bitterly, but looking at Yang Qingheng's sincere eyes without any impurities, emotion still defeated reason.

He believed it, even if it was just a lie told to him.

"I saw you hugging Zhong Yan and kissing his neck." Acid water rolled in his stomach and gurgled out.

Yang Qingheng seemed to have heard something ridiculous and pointed at his nose: "Me? And Zhong Yan?"

"So you went to the hospital with me a few days ago?" Looking at the corners of Song Hengjue's mouth turned downwards in grievance, she pinched the painful center of her eyebrows, thinking about it she felt outrageous, "I just caught a bug for him, why?" It has become such a ridiculous thing in your eyes, how many times have I misunderstood it, why don’t you have a long memory!”

Every time he had random thoughts and pressed her on the head, she felt aggrieved.