Marriage of a wealthy family: the cold-blooded president lightly teases

Putting the phone in her pocket casually, she stopped looking at the phone, but the words of Shen Jingjia kept appearing in her mind.

She also wanted to keep the child, she really wanted to keep the child, but unfortunately, this child was not hers and He Jingyuan's.

On the other side, just after He Jingyuan had breakfast, Fu Yang rushed into the ward suddenly.

He Jingyuan glanced at him sideways, and slowly put down the tableware in his hand.

"Why, the old man is dead?"

"no!"

Fu Yang wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, secretly raised his head to look at He Jingyuan, trembling and said: "Mrs. went to the hospital this morning!"

He Jingyuan's hand on the armrest of the sofa suddenly tightened, and his voice was hoarse: "What are you going to do?"

Hearing this, Fu Yang swallowed his saliva, closed his eyes and turned his heart, and opened his mouth: "Madam made an appointment with the doctor for abortion!"

He Jingyuan stood up abruptly, his deep eyes turned red, "Which hospital!?"

With that said, he walked out of the ward quickly.

Fu Yang hurriedly followed He Jingyuan's footsteps, and told the driver to drive the car downstairs as he walked.

At the same time, the doctor just called Ruan Xiya's number.

She stood up stiffly, and froze in place for a few seconds in a daze before dragging her heavy steps towards the operating room.

When she was about to enter the operating room, she stopped and suddenly looked back.

At this time, she suddenly wished that He Jingyuan was by her side.Although, she knew it was impossible.

With a pale face, she followed the doctor into the operating room, and the nurse told her to take off her clothes and lie down on the hospital bed with a cold face.

She took off her clothes in shame, and lay on the hospital bed. When her legs were raised high, she was trembling as if she had just climbed out of ice water.

The nurse glanced at her coldly, without saying a word, took the infusion bottle from the side and walked over to give her an infusion.

When the needle was about to touch the back of Ruan Xiya's hand, she suddenly slapped the nurse's hand away in shock.

"What are you doing, how can you do surgery without anesthesia!"

Hearing this, Ruan Xiya stared at the nurse with a pale face. After a long time, she closed her eyes in despair and said in a hoarse voice: "I won't do it! I won't do it!"

The doctor just walked in from outside the door. Hearing this, he took a deep look at Ruan Xiya, "Since you don't want to do it, come down, don't waste the time of other patients."

"Okay...Ok..."

Ruan Xiya got off the hospital bed in a panic, quickly arranged her clothes, and walked out of the operating room with a pale face.

Sitting on the cold chair, she covered her face with her hands with red eyes.

Footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor, Ruan Xiya was so immersed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice it at all.

The sound of footsteps suddenly stopped in front of her eyes, Ruan Xiya was stunned for a few seconds, raised her head with a stiff neck, and looked at He Jingyuan standing in front of her in shock, "Ayuan...you..."

Before she finished speaking, her shoulders were suddenly grabbed by the man's warm palm, and He Jingyuan lifted her whole body up.

With a cold heart, she looked up at He Jingyuan with a cold face, shrunk her neck, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

The girl's face was pale, and her lips were bloodless. He Jingyuan mistakenly thought that she had undergone an operation, and her eyes were full of anger.

Staring straight at Ruan Xiya, after a long time, he questioned Ruan Xiya in a hoarse voice: "Why?"

"I..." Ruan Xiya stared down at her toes with red eyes, really didn't know what to say.