Willingly ABO

The old nurse was standing by my bed. I had a dull pain in my lower abdomen and broke out in a cold sweat, which was almost unbearable.

I begged the doctor to give me painkillers, and the doctor told me that prenatal labor pains are normal, and I must hold back for the sake of my child.But I couldn't bear it any longer. The hopelessness in my heart hurt me more than the physical torture.There is no one in the world who cares about me anymore, I wish I had to give birth, and I will end it immediately.

After the baby has had enough tossing and I'm finally familiar with it, I almost fainted when I was about to enter the delivery room, but I still gritted my teeth and held on.

I was still hoping that I would be able to contact Qin Yuan and let him come to see me. Even if I was about to give birth, even if he had the ability to go abroad as soon as possible, he would have no time to see him. It looks like a newborn baby.

What the hell is Qin Yuan doing?Why didn't you answer my phone?

Obviously he promised himself that he would not let me go through this alone, but in the end, I still have to bear it alone?

——You shouldn’t trust him, give yourself hope for nothing, and finally fall into disappointment.

I was dazed for a moment, and I flashed many small things about us from childhood to adulthood in my mind, as if this could relieve some physical pain.

"Boy! Are you all right?"

I turned my head and nodded weakly at the orderly.

The nurse handed the phone to my ear: "I really couldn't get through the first call, but I got through the second one. If you have anything to explain, talk to the other party before you enter the delivery room." !"

I posted the phone number, only to hear a long-lost voice from the other side, anxious in his tone:

"Singan! How are you in Perugia! Why are you going to give birth so soon? Why didn't you contact me after you told me that you were going to Italy by boat from South France, you—"

"Zhuang Qin..." I interrupted him feebly.

Zhuang Qin calmed down instantly, and asked in a trembling voice, "Say, I'll listen to whatever you have to say..."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down my excitement.Tears rolled in my eyes, I didn't expect that the more I wanted to control it, the more I couldn't control it, my breathing became more and more rapid with the rolling tears, my body couldn't help trembling slightly, pulling my whole body, even the frequency of lower abdominal throbbing accelerated, The tearing pain is desperate, and I wish I could die immediately.

I couldn't take it anymore when I heard the voice of an acquaintance, completely broke down, and shouted with all my might:

"Brother, why does Qin Yuan keep refusing to answer my calls? Does he not want a son? If he doesn't want a son, just leave it to me. I'll take him to die together. I won't let him be with his stepfather and stepmother!"

As soon as the words fell, my sex/glands began to hurt like bone-piercing again, and the pheromones were violently emitted uncontrollably.The ward was instantly filled with orange fragrance, the concentration was so high that the beta nurses couldn't bear it, so they hurriedly got up and went to the doctor.

She dropped the phone on the side of the pillow during the call, but I didn't have the strength to answer the phone by myself, I only heard Zhuang Qin calling my name on the other end.

Accompanied by such an unreal call, my expression gradually became trance, and I was in a pheromone package, fainting to death.

In the end, the doctor saw that I really did not have the conditions for a normal male omega to have a normal delivery, and the fetal head was too large, so they had to give me anesthesia for a cesarean delivery, and the fetus was taken out of my womb.

After a long operation, a faint cry sounded in this small delivery room.

No one cared about this unqualified maternity hospital. In late autumn of a certain year, a Chinese baby was born.

But I will always remember this day.

2014 10 Month 30 Day.

A piece of flesh fell off of me this day.

From this day on, he is called Baby Xin.Two years later, he was called Qin Manxin.

……

After all, I never got through the contact information Qin Yuan gave me.

On the day of the baby's full moon, I tried to call him again, but I still pressed the hang up button in disappointment.

Qin Yuan lied to me. He probably never thought that he would be by my side when I was giving birth, but he just talked about it and reluctantly gave me some comfort.

One day, while I was changing Baby Xin's diaper, Watarase suddenly sent a link to my email.

"Xin Gan, I remember your alpha is called Qin Yuan, right?"

"You can just say the baby's other father. When I go to wash the mark, he will not be my alpha."

With the phone between my arms, I moved the baby to the middle of the big bed.

He has recently started to learn to turn over, he is not very obedient, he always rolls, I have to drag him back from the edge of the bed several times.

Fortunately, I bought a baby barrier so that he wouldn't fall to the ground every three days or so.Otherwise, what if one day he knocks his head stupidly?

"I accidentally saw his news on the Internet. I'm not sure if it's the same name or surname. Maybe you'll be interested, so I sent you the link. It's in the gossip column in the upper right corner of the homepage, in the first few messages."

Watarase seemed to think of something, paused for a few seconds, and continued:

"...I didn't expect your alpha to be quite famous. These gossips may not be true, so you can just take a look."

His tone was obviously asking me to relax, which made me even more curious.

I changed the baby's diaper three times and five times twice, and put it in a small bed surrounded by several pillows.

The baby's buttocks were clear and refreshing, and he was happy, lying on it, kicking his legs, and giggling at me.

I was in a good mood after seeing it, rubbed his rosy little face twice, and tapped the dimples on his face before continuing to scroll the webpage.

It was a pure English website. I opened it suspiciously, and found that it was full of news related to the recent painting and art trading markets in various countries.

Among them, there is an article on the front page of the gossip news, with two pinyin characters hanging brightly.As a Chinese, I am much more sensitive to pinyin than to English words, and I can distinguish the two pinyins as "QinYuan" at a glance.

I held the hand of the mouse for a while, and clicked in.

What caught my eye was a graphic report, which was taken from a candid perspective. Although one of the men in a dark suit had only a blurry back, I recognized him as Qin Yuan at a glance by his figure.

I can't help it, I'm too familiar with him. I know exactly what he looks like at every stage, his height and weight. This is a memory engraved in my life.

On Qin Yuan's left is a man of similar stature, wearing a light-colored suit, walking side by side with him, half of his face is vaguely exposed, even if his face is blurred by the camera, he can still be seen clearly. I can feel the gentleness and restraint of this person in his expression.

On Qin Yuan's right stood a woman, tall and thin, wearing a dark beige jumpsuit and a small light gray suit jacket, her hair was pulled up and combed, she looked very capable.

Judging from the pictures, the three of them seem to be entering a restaurant, either to discuss business with people, or simply to have a party.

But I am more inclined to the former. If the dinner party between friends has developed to the point where formal attire is required, then Qin Yuan's career has developed too fast, which is great.

Hey, I almost forgot, Qin Yuan is even on this kind of foreign language news website, how could it not develop well?

I patted my forehead, and looked up at my good son not far away who was sucking his fingers and staring at the ceiling in a daze, his little feet were still dangling.When I think of him still having to drink milk powder mixed with water, I feel extremely miserable, sour and astringent.

Sighing, I refocused on the web page, scrolled down the page, and scanned the text of the news.

The general content of the news is that Qin Yuan, the "painter's agent" who has been aggressive in China recently, because of his unique interpersonal style, communication skills and unique aesthetic understanding, has repeatedly sold his company in large-scale auctions. The artist's works are more than five times the estimated price, and have become the most potential new force in the domestic art trading market.

Recently, he took the newcomer he signed to a secret meeting with Ms. Huo Ling, the current female CEO of an old British gallery that opened up the Chinese market more than ten years ago.

It is understood that Mr. Qin and Ms. Huo have been in contact for two years. Mr. Qin chose to start a business after graduating from university. When it was difficult, it was Ms. Huo who came to help, and the two tided over the difficulties together.In the process of getting along with each other, the two have a mutual affection, and they have been dating secretly, and their love is stronger than gold. If it is not expected, under the background of the Huo family's strict son-in-law selection, Mr. Qin is also expected to have a relationship with Miss Huo's two fathers in the next year or so. Meet and discuss engagement matters.

……

I couldn't help raising my eyebrows, thinking carefully, the "boyfriend" I heard when I called Qin Yuan in the year of graduation must have come from this Miss Huo.

Unexpectedly, Miss Huo's family background is so profound, she should be able to help Qin Yuan a lot in terms of career.

These are things I can't do.

Qin Yuan picked a good partner, very good.

I thought to myself, if his other half is so good, he shouldn't care about the fact that he once had a child with me. Anyway, the baby will not be with him, and if he doesn't inherit his family property in the future, it will definitely not happen. The plot of the rich family's grievances and grievances staged in the TV series.

The baby on the bed struggled to turn over and fell down, lying on the spot, staring at me with big eyes, with a hala hanging from the corner of his mouth, looking very silly.

I couldn't help laughing out loud.

I made up my mind on the day the baby was discharged from the hospital. If Qin Yuan didn’t want to recognize his son, then he wouldn’t. It doesn’t matter. My son is just my baby. Even if he only has one father, I can give all my love. Try to give him the best life possible.

"is it him?"

Seeing that I didn't answer for a long time, Watarase laughed out loud on the other end of the phone, felt a little strange, and asked tentatively.

I was pulled back to God from my thoughts by him.

"Yes." I answered him.

Watarase comforted me: "I just saw it by chance. I guess you might want to know about his recent situation. This website is quite authoritative, but the news is not necessarily true. Just look at the photos, and the content of the article is..."

"It's okay, I don't care much about him anymore."

I chuckled.

"It's been more than half a year since the child was born, and he hasn't contacted me again. He obviously doesn't want to see me. Maybe he's starting to regret sending me the letter he wanted to see me now."

I'm fine with my son, and he seems to be doing well, the two of us... that's it.

The author says:

Qin Manxin: I'm coming!