Wife-wrapping Addiction: Mrs. Yan's family is not allowed to escape

When Lian Cheng woke up, it was another late night, just like the night she woke up not long ago when she first arrived at the hospital after an accident, it was quiet, as if she was the only one.

As if feeling something, the moment he woke up, he subconsciously touched his lower abdomen, and the scene before he passed out reappeared before his eyes.

Lian Guoqiang came in, Lian Guoqiang was vicious, Lian Guoqiang mentioned Ye Qing again, Lian Guoqiang mentioned... her child, Lian Guoqiang said... her child is disabled...

Later, she was very afraid, very afraid, very painful, and then?

How is her baby?
"Are you awake?" Yan Qiutong pushed the door open and came in, seeing the girl with confused eyes, her heart sank, for a moment, she didn't know how to tell Lian Cheng, who was looking at him full of expectations, that cruel but true fact.

"Yan Qiutong," after she lost her temper with him that night, Lian Cheng directly called out the man's name and pursed her lips, "My child is fine, right?"

"Lian Cheng," Yan Qiutong was silent, raised his eyes, met the woman's eyes, and said softly, "You are still young..."

"...Yan Qiutong, don't make a joke," Lian Cheng was stunned, then shook his head subconsciously, "This joke is not funny, I am not young this year."

"Lian Cheng," the girl seemed to be crying and also seemed to be laughing, Yan Qiutong understood that women should have figured it out a long time ago, but they couldn't, they didn't dare to accept it, "Let's take good care of our bodies, shall we?"

Approaching the hospital bed, Yan Qiutong half-bent and approached the woman. The two faced each other with almost no distance. They could clearly see the texture of each other's face and feel the warmth of each other's breath.

Yan Qiutong's tone is pity, with a little pain, but also love and affection, the voice is very soft and soft, full of coaxing.

"...Yan Qiutong," seeing a rather desolate woman in the man's dark eyes, Lian Cheng was stunned, his eyes filled with heat, it was her, she just lost her first child, I closed my eyes, choked up, "I hurt..."

The pain of bleeding, the pain of falling to the ground, the pain of hearing words that you don’t want to know but have to know, and the pain of breathing.

"I know," had to accept the established fact, Yan Qiutong also had throbbing pain when he first learned about it, even though he only knew that this child existed for only half a month, not to mention that he attached great importance to the child What about young mothers?

After all, Yan Qiutong still closed his eyes to Lian Cheng who couldn't hide his grief, gave him the warmth he could, and stroked the woman's back: "I know, Lian Cheng, I know you hurt..."

How can it not hurt?

The three-month-old child, who was almost formed, was stripped from her body, how could it not hurt?
How can it not hurt?

"Yan Qiutong," Lian Cheng stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around the man's neck tightly, nestled himself in the man's neck, and murmured, "Yan Qiutong, I hate...I hate so much..."

Lian Cheng has never hated herself more than now. She chose to make a deal with the devil, chose to trap herself in a cage and could not break free. Lian Guoqiang took away her sunshine...

The woman in her arms has eaten a lot of every meal for the past half month, but she is still getting thinner day by day, and there are faint pains on her back. Yan Qiutong knows that every meal, even if it is the best, For those who eat, it is a kind of torment, and it is all a routine. How can it be possible not to lose weight while living like this?

It was already a small one, but now... Yan Qiutong is not sure whether the woman at this time can be blown away by a gust of wind. At least, when he hugged her, he didn't dare to use a little gravity, for fear of breaking his arms. Lian Cheng of porcelain dolls.

Women are in pain, pain, sadness, shoulders shrugging, backs heaving, sobbing, and crying.

Yan Qiutong knew that at this moment, he was not qualified to say a word, any sentence, he would give her warmth, give her peace, let her know that when she was crying, there was someone by her side, that's all.

"Yan Qiutong, I want to cry..." Lian Cheng gritted his teeth tightly, "Yan Qiutong, I just want him to be well, why is it so difficult..."

She also thought about throwing him away at the beginning, but after all, she was reluctant, and finally changed her mind, why couldn't she keep him?
"Yan Qiutong, the baby must be blaming me," Lian Cheng whispered, as if talking to himself, "blame me for wanting to get rid of him at first, blame me for not being vigilant, blame me for not being able to protect him well, blame me... for not being competent enough, Not fit to be a mother..."

"...No." Maybe the woman just said it casually, but Yan Qiutong seemed to know something, her eyes darkened, and she finally responded.

"It must be," Lian Cheng said quietly, with tears in his eyes, "Yan Qiutong, really, I already regretted it when I received the operation notice. I want to be good, even if I am the only one who loves him. I also want him to come into this world well, Yan Qiutong, it's my fault, how can a person like me deserve a child? He's right..."

For some reason, Yan Qiutong felt relieved when he heard what Lian Cheng said. At least, this woman wanted this child in the end.

"Yan Qiutong, I'm really too weak," Lian Cheng choked up, "Not only weak, but also greedy, I can't even protect myself, but I'm greedy and want to drag my child to accompany me..."

Yes, she was too greedy and wanted an innocent angel to accompany her up and down in this vortex.

"No, Lian Cheng," Yan Qiutong squinted his eyes, looked at a point in the void, and said in a quiet and gentle voice, "Lian Cheng, you are already fine, you have worked hard, but, you guys Fate is not enough, you have to know, children are naughty, maybe, he hasn't played enough, but he played with you once, believe me, he will come back, or he..."

"Yan Qiutong..." Finally, Lian Cheng couldn't hold back, sobbing and crying.

"Cry, cry," Yan Qiutong patted the girl's head, stroked the girl's long hair, softly, coaxing, "It's fine to cry, it's fine to cry..."

In the silence of the room, there was a faint cry of a girl, like a sad song.

This night, for Lian Cheng, was really dark, very dark, very dark, but unexpectedly, grabbing the man's clothes, it seemed that he caught a ray of warm sun.

Cry, Lian Cheng, after tonight, you are still Lian Cheng, Lian Cheng who is not bound by you.

This night, many people and many ideas have changed...