Novel: Well, don't make trouble, Su Jin I have already dealt with it, and no one will bully you in the future

Dark red viscous blood continued to gush out from Mu Zhi'an's lower body, leaving shocking marks on the snow-white tiles, and Yan Jingchen, standing outside the door of the operating room, kept playing back the doctor's words as he walked out of the operating room.

"Boy, it's gone."

He followed the medical staff from the operating room into the general ward at a leisurely pace, and Mu Zhi'an's pale and bloodless face and the bloodstained scars on his arms on the bed made him dare not come forward.

She was pregnant with his child, but he tossed her like this?

He killed their children with his own hands.

Xiang Nuannuan, who was guarding the hospital bed, glared at him.

He didn't care, he went straight to the bed and gently reached out and picked up the woman who was almost incredibly light.

"What do you do, let her go, you bastard!" Xiang Nuannuan watched Yan Jingchen pick up Mu Zhi'an and leave, knowing that she could not beat the other party, she jumped up and scolded.

Yan Jingchen ignored it and disappeared around the corner holding Mu Zhi'an, who was still asleep.

Mu Zhi'an, I'll take you home!

"Well..." Mu Zhi'an woke up sweating profusely, the faint pain in her lower abdomen reminding her of the fact that the child had flown away, and she bit her lip, tears flowing down her face recklessly.

With a soft noise at the entrance, Mu Zhi'an quickly wiped away the tears on her face, from today on, she did not want to show a hint of weakness in front of this man.

The days were calm for several months, yan Jingchen had been taking good care of her, and just like that, he personally came in with porridge and said in a soft tone that had never been seen in two years: "An An, the porridge is coming, drink it while it is hot." ”

Say a spoonful of fragrant, soft porridge to her lips.

Mu Zhi'an turned his head and said indifferently, "Let me go." ”

Yan Jingchen's face changed, and then he put his tone more softly: "Well, don't make trouble, Su Jin, I have already dealt with it, no one will bully you in the future, we..."

Before the words could be heard, Mu Zhi'an interrupted him: "It's over between us." ”

Yan Jingchen's unspoken words were in her throat, and after half a ring, she still handed the porridge spoon in her hand to her lips: "Don't make a small character, the body is important——"

"I didn't make a little sex with you!" Mu Zhi'an waved his hand and overturned the porridge bowl that Yan Jingchen was holding, and the soup water splashed the man standing by the bed.

"Yan Jingchen, don't you understand?" Even if there was no accident, the child would not have been born in this world, and I would have gone to the hospital to get a fetus! Mu Zhi'an almost hysterically finished shouting this sentence, with bitter hatred in his eyes.

"You say it again!" Yan Jingchen's still gentle face instantly changed its face, and his large hand clamped on Mu Zhi'an's slender jaw, exuding a terrifying momentum.

"I hate you, I hate to rip your skin and eat your flesh, how can a scumbag like you give birth to you, don't be sentimental, I will not give you a baby to Gu Hanjun!" Mu Zhi'an was forced to look up at Yan Jingchen, and the fierce hatred in those eyes that were always misty made Yan Jingchen, who had experienced great winds and waves, feel frightened!

Perhaps it was Gu Hanjun's three words that angered him, and his fingers slowly moved down to Mu Zhi'an's snow-white slender neck, and slammed inward!

Seeing Mu Zhi'an's face swell to purple red due to lack of oxygen, Yan Jingchen's mind only woke up, his hands were slightly relieved, and his sharp eyes stared at Mu Zhi'an, who was struggling to breathe, and the tone of his mouth was soaked with chilling coolness.

"You say, you don't want to give me a baby?"

"You'd rather give Gu Hanjun a life than give birth to me?"

"Well, I'd like to see who your man is!"

Mu Zhi'an fainted under the endless torture, and by the time she woke up, she had been transferred to a small island in the South China Sea.

Yan Jingchen's business is very big, and this is just one of his private properties.

The sun hit the bed in the bedroom through the floor-to-ceiling window, and the sound of the waves lapping at the shore not far away came one after another, and seabirds skimmed over the sea, bringing a blue splash...

Mu Zhi sat lifelessly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, this was already the twelfth day she had been imprisoned here by Yan Jingchen, for twelve days, the two had quarreled in addition to the cold war, Yan Jingchen stubbornly did not let her go, as if tying up this person's body could also give him some relief.

In the end, Mu Zhi'an stopped arguing, and she didn't mention leaving anymore, she just sat in any corner of the house where she could see the sea day after day, and refused to speak with her lips clenched.

Her body was losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Yan Jingchen knew that her body was almost unable to hold on.

The emotional fluctuations of the past few days have made her body that has been miscarried urgently need to recuperate, and if Mu Zhi'an, who did not say anything on the day of the miscarriage, made him angry, then Mu Zhi'an, who was now fiddling with him like a rag doll, made a sense of panic rise in his heart.

It seems like...... The next second the man was about to disappear.

For example, now, Mu Zhi'an sat on the cold floor with her hands on her knees, looking at the sea with empty eyes, Yan Jingchen stood in the doorway, looking at her chin that was sharpening day by day, and the dull pain in her heart drowned him like a tide.

Mu Zhi'an, what should I do with you?