Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Du Tingting's eyes were red, and tears were falling.

"I think we betrayed Qiu'er by giving birth to this child." When Du Tingting thought of Mu Qiu, who was in pain alone in the hospital, she couldn't be happy, and her heart ached.

"Giving him birth, Qiu'er will definitely feel that we abandoned her. If she knew I was pregnant, she would definitely lose her desire to survive. Husband, we can't be so cruel to Qiu'er."

Mu Mian was also not feeling well. He pressed Du Tingting back into his arms, clenched his fists, and swore, "Don't worry, you will survive the autumn, and you and the child in your belly will also survive!"

Du Tingting's cry suddenly stopped.

Mu Mian thought it was her comfort that worked, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she suddenly heard Du Tingting say, "I saw the heart transplant gene antibody test report in your safe today."

Mu Mian froze all over.

Du Tingting pushed Mu Mian's hands away. She raised her head and stared at Mu Mian with tears in her eyes.

Du Tingting took a deep breath and summoned the courage to ask him: "You use Song Fei's blood to match Qiu'er, you" Du Tingting questioned in a trembling voice: "Are you planning to kill Song Fei and dig She took her heart to save the autumn!"

Mu Mian's eyes flickered and he didn't reply, but his face was visibly pale.

Du Tingting said sadly: "That's Song Song's own sister! Mu Mian, why are you so cruel to kill someone else's daughter for our daughter's sake?"

Mu Mian tried to argue, "But she's just a vegetable!"

Du Tingting pressed her heart and shook her head painfully, "Veterinous person? That vegetative person in your mouth, she woke up! If Song Fei hadn't suddenly woken up and disappeared, would you have dug her heart out for Qiu'er? You said, right? !"

In the face of Du Tingting's questioning, Mu Mian's mouth seemed to be stitched up with needles and thread, and Zhang couldn't open it.

Du Tingting knew what his silence represented.

Du Tingting looked at Mu Mian's eyes and gradually became unfamiliar.

She staggered backwards and fell on the edge of the bed. Du Tingting lowered her head, her hands and ten fingers were deeply inserted into the gaps in her long hair, and she pulled her hair painfully. She said to herself, "How could you be such a person, how could you be?"

"The kind Mu Mian I know, where did he go?"

Du Tingting looked up at Mu Mian.

Mu Mian had froze into a stone sculpture. Hearing Du Tingting's repeated questions, his heart was bleeding and he was ashamed, but he had no regrets. But he also felt unbearable, let Du Tingting see him so cruel and ruthless, Mu Mian was very ashamed.

"Song Fei is Song Song's sister." Du Tingting burst into tears, "Mu Mian. Don't you feel bad about your conscience when you face Song Song every day? Whenever Song Song asks you about Song Fei's whereabouts, How did you manage to talk to her without changing your face?"

"Mu Mian, do you have no regrets?"

The naive Du Tingting never thought that not only Song Fei was the organ donor that Mu Mian gave to Mu Qiu, but even Song Ci, whom she regarded as her own daughter, was just an organ donor.

Seeing that Mu Mian remained silent, Du Tingting's mood finally collapsed. She picked up the pastry box on the bedside table and threw it at Mu Mian. "Please speak!"

The box was light enough to not hurt Mu Mian, and one of the coconut balls rolled out, leaving some white debris on Mu Mian's face.

Mu Mian looked at the boxes and coconut balls scattered on the ground in front of her feet, and was silent for a long time.

After a long time, a hoarse and desperate voice came out of Mu Mian's mouth: "What can I do?"

Hearing the sound, Du Tingting suddenly raised her head and stared at Mu Mian without saying a word.

Mu Mian lowered his head and looked at Du Tingting.

The man's eyes are so fragile and painful. "We are just such a child. She is our baby. Since she was born, we have given her our deepest love. In autumn, if you say she falls down, she will fall down. She is really dead, and you will definitely be unable to bear the loss. Women's Pain."

"Not only you, but me too."

"Tingting, like you, I can't accept the possibility that Qiu'er will die at any time." Mu Mian clenched his fists, his nails almost sinking into his flesh. "I think she's alive! Live well! She doesn't have a few days to live, and I can't do it for me to watch her die."

Mu Mian squatted on the ground, and he growled desperately: "I can't do it! I just want her to be alive! I want my daughter to be alive. Am I wrong!" The sound is broken.

He was crying, the cry of a middle-aged man was the most pathetic.

Du Tingting looked at Mu Mian absentmindedly. This was the second time she saw Mu Mian cry. The first time was on their wedding day. The moment he put the ring on her, the hot-blooded man wept.

Du Tingting slipped from the bed to the ground, she knelt down and moved to Mu Mian's side and hugged Mu Mian.

"Mu Mian." Du Tingting hugged Mu Mian's trembling shoulders, bowed her head and kissed Mu Mian's head, "Mu Mian, don't let the man I love become a murderer"

Mu Mian hugged her tightly, sobbing, heartbreaking.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Tingting"

God knows how tormented Mu Mian has been during this period.

Looking at Mu Qiu, who was getting thinner and thinner on the hospital bed, Mu Mian was very anxious. Looking at Song Ci's bright and flawless smile, Mu Mian was not ashamed. Going home to meet the gentle and considerate Du Tingting, Mu Mian was weary and wanted to drag her to cry.

Finally, his dirty and despicable behavior was discovered by Du Tingting.

He's like a nasty maggot.

That night, they hugged each other and wept bitterly. �€�

In the early morning of the next day, Song Ci was woken up again by the timer alarm clock. She yawned, looked at the bright sky, scolded Han Zhan in a low voice, and then climbed out of bed to wash and change clothes.

After Han Zhan's morning exercise, he took a shower and went downstairs to see Song Ci making breakfast. As he wished, it was the hot and sour rice noodle he ordered yesterday.

Song Ci, wearing a black apron, stood at the dining table and waved at him, "Brother Han, come here and try my craft."

Han Zhan walked over without any expectation. After taking a seat and picking up his chopsticks, Han Zhan tasted the rice noodles under Song Ci's gaze. After only one bite, Han Zhan stopped his chopsticks and looked at Song Ci in surprise.

"How is it?" Song Ci looks like a kindergartener waiting to be praised.

Han Zhan said, "Rice noodles are delicious." He had seen Song Ci's diet meal, and after eating her fried rice, he no longer had expectations for her cooking skills. He didn't expect this bowl of hot and sour rice noodles to taste good. .

Song Ci was triumphant, "I watched the tutorial video several times yesterday."

Han Zhan thought about Song Ci's way of learning how to cook by watching a food video, and his heart softened.

Song Ci struck while the iron was hot, grabbed Han Zhan's left hand on the table, and said affectionately to him, "Brother Han, I don't know how to cook, but for you, I'm willing to learn. It's about finding a cooking aunt. I'll talk about it later, first let me feel what it's like to take care of the man I love so much." She put Han Zhan's hand to her mouth and bowed her head for a kiss.

Han Zhan's fingers shrank, but Song Ci squeezed tightly, not allowing him to withdraw.

The little girlfriend is too warm and romantic, and Han Zhan can't stand it.

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