After marrying Bai Yueguang, the vest fell off

"So what?" Su Yu gained the upper hand and looked at him aggressively.

The pale smile on Song Liang's face did not dissipate. He supported the wall and slid slowly to sit down, his hands on the bottom of his abdomen continued to be firm. "You like him very much?"

"Of course, it's been ten years. He's been so kind to me. How can I not be tempted?" Su Yu thought that no one could run away, put down the gun in his hand, leaned half against a sycamore tree, and looked at him with his arms crossed.

"Then why did you marry someone else?" Song Liang exhaled slowly, looking at Su Yu with puzzled eyes.

If he hadn't gotten married, Ouyang Wan would not have returned to China, he would not have given up his sincerity so easily, and the three of them would not have developed into the irreversible state they are now.

"Do you think I want this? If I'm not with that damned man, how can I get rid of the control of Heifengtang. But that man is dead now, and his subordinates are mine now, haha." Su Rain laughed a little creepy.

"You killed it?" Song Liang looked at the young man in front of him, feeling the cold air surrounding him, making it hard to breathe.

"Yeah, it's just a disgusting scum." After he finished speaking, he could no longer calm down.He stood up and walked in front of Song Liang, "You said, you slept with the man I like, what should I do?"

Song Liang was forced to stand up by him, a little dizzy, and he closed his eyes to try to stay awake.

Su Yu's eyes fell from his face to his slightly raised belly, "You even have children, where do you put me?"

Song Liang's face was a little stiff, "How do you know?"

"You underestimate me, I am no longer the Su Yu I used to be."

"Song Liang, today you really have to confess here." The gun was pressed hard against Song Liang's abdomen, and the child started to struggle uneasily after being frightened.

Song Liang felt liquid flow out from under his body, it was warm and sticky, and he almost couldn't hold it up, holding on to the wall with one hand to barely maintain his balance.

He felt unspeakably sad, for more than half a year, he appeared in other people's love like a clown, so stubborn and so pitiful.

Even this child was conceived by Ouyang Wan as Su Yu.Su Yu wanted him to die, which seemed to be justified, he was powerless to resist, and did not want to resist at all.It's just this child, he is so reluctant.

Su Yu also smelled a strong smell of blood. He looked under Song Liang and found that a pool of blood had gathered. The red color blinked in the white snow.

His mind was dazed, he let go of Song Liang's hand in a panic, and saw this person slowly slipping down.He was very sure that Ouyang Wan was different from Song Liang, if he killed Song Liang, would Ouyang Wan still be Ah Wan?

"Uh huh..." Song Liang cried out impatiently, clutching his stomach and leaning against the wall in pain, the sky was covered with white snowflakes, so silent and so sad.

"I... I didn't..." Su Yu threw the gun as if bitten by a snake, he hugged himself desperately and squatted down, his hair was torn to pieces.

"Help...help...it's not me..." He screamed and wanted to run out, but like a trapped animal that couldn't see the exit, he circled around the spot a few times before falling straight to the ground without making a sound.

Song Liang looked up during the pain, and tried to stand up to confirm the person's condition.He leaned over with difficulty and sat down beside the man, lifting his head to rest on his lap.

Looks like sick?

The persistent abdominal pain and massive blood loss made him unable to think about it. He stretched out his hand to gently straighten Su Yu's hair, and took off his coat to half cover him.

Ouyang Wan's sweetheart, besides protecting him, what else would he dare to do?

Song Liang has reached the limit of his physical fitness and can only wait for rescue.He reached out to undo the corset, and the nearly eight-month-old stomach returned to normal, tightening the clothes.Some couldn't bear to support his back, but his stomach fell straight down, and the pain was more severe than before.

"Uh..." Song Liang grabbed the clothes on his abdomen and dared not move, a large puddle of liquid flowed out uncontrollably under his body, the surrounding snow was melted by the amniotic fluid, and when the wind blew, the cold air trapped him.

Song Liang showed panic on his face, he stretched out his hand to touch the child's twitching limbs, the broken sound was barely audible. "Wait...wait a while...will you?"

The night is dark, and the sky is full of snow, which is an indescribable loneliness.Gunshots echoed fiercely in my ears, very close and far away.

Song Liang was exhausted, sweat and blood poured out layer by layer, and soon melted with the snow again, turning into biting coldness.

He was half curled up, obviously unable to make a sound from the pain, but his hands were still gently stroking the lump.

Excuse me, can you wait a little longer?

He comforted him again and again in vain, but the child didn't think about the situation of the person he was born with, and just struggled desperately.

Song Liang didn't have the strength to go along with the uterine contractions. He was in poor health. He was planning to go to the hospital for an autopsy at the end of the month.With one hand, he gently stroked the child in the direction of his descent, while with the other he clenched his fist and rested on the snow.

It seemed like a long time passed, until the child gradually stopped moving, until he was drenched in water, and until the light in his eyes gradually disappeared, it seemed that he was the only dying creature left in this world, how ridiculous.

From panic to numbness, from unwillingness to acceptance.From the second the child stopped moving, his heart died completely.

Bits and pieces of the past played back and forth in my mind like a black and white movie. How stupid was that boy holding a blue handkerchief in winter? How stupid was that boy who silently paid attention to him for more than ten years? The man next to him is so stupid.

If the mother is still there, if he is still just an embryo, if Song Changan has never known his mother, if he has never been in the world.

The pain on his body gradually disappeared, and Song Liang felt that his body was out of control, "I'm sorry, baby, this world is too difficult, we won't come next time." His hands were hanging down weakly, a tear fell silently from the corner of his eyes .

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The footsteps were hurried and flustered, and the snow played chaotic notes.

In a vast expanse of whiteness, one person lay unconscious on his side, and the snow beside him was stained brown with blood.Zhang Yang was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

In the next second, he rushed straight over to help him up, "Ah Liang, wake up, wake up." His voice was tinged with tears, and his hands were trembling, not knowing how hard to use.

He stretched out his hand to touch the fetal position, and withdrew his hand unacceptably, the baby was in danger.

Song Liang opened his eyes in the ups and downs, "Ayang..."

Zhang Yang held his hand and cried, "Could you hold on a little longer, don't you love this child very much?"

Song Liang gently touched his stomach with his pale fingers, his expression was filled with despair, "Ayang, it's dead..."

"No, no, I'm a doctor, trust me, trust me, okay?" Zhang Yang picked him up in a panic and rushed to the dilapidated room next to him.

"Ah Liang, please, don't give up." He quickly took off Song Liang's clothes, and took off his clean clothes to cover him.

It was snowing heavily outside, the road was slippery, and it was too late to go to the hospital. He was not absolutely sure, so he had to take a risk.

Song Liang's breathing became weak, his contractions were weak, and Zhang Yang had no medical equipment, so he could only use the most cruel method.

It would be nice to keep Song Liang alive.

He skillfully squeezed Song Liang's belly with both hands. Song Liang was trembling and dodging unbearably at first, but then he was like a puppet without pain, and he didn't even feel pain.

His two palms were pierced by nails, dripping with blood, just like his heart riddled with holes.

Zhang Yang didn't dare to stop, let alone look up to see Song Liang's expression.He could only silently pray to God not to take him away.

He is such a tenacious person, since he was a child, he has never experienced any hardships or crimes. This time, he must not just die in front of him like this.

The time was extremely long, and Zhang Yang's face was covered with cold sweat due to nervousness. Fortunately, the fetus had been delivered slowly.

He exhaled and took out the bruised baby. Before he could take out the placenta, blood gushed out from under Song Liang.

"Don't..." He watched Song Liang grow cold little by little, and hated himself for the first time...

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