Sweet Wife and Adorable Baby: Jin Shaochong

Soon, the ambulance arrived at the hospital, and Jian Tangtang was sent to the emergency room immediately, while Shen Mu'an waited anxiously outside the door.

After two long hours, Jian Tangtang was pushed out of the emergency room pale and weak, and Shen Muan immediately surrounded him anxiously.

"Doctor, doctor, how is her injury? Is her life in danger?!"

The male doctor wearing a mask and surgical gown pulled off the mask, and he was relieved, "Fortunately, the wound on the waist did not hurt the internal organs. Although she lost a lot of blood, it was not life-threatening, but her calf fracture was a little serious. It won't be back to normal in half a year."

"Thank you, thank you, doctor!" Shen Mu'an's nervous heart dropped instantly, and the uneasiness in his heart finally let go, and he followed the nurse to the ward.

Jian Tangtang was still in a coma. Due to blood loss, her face was as pale as paper, her lips were chapped, her spirit was depressed, and her brows were always knit together in pain.

Shen Mu'an sat beside the hospital bed, quietly looking at her pale and pure face with dark black pupils, his heart was throbbing.

Over the past year, she has changed a lot.

He has also changed a lot.

He is no longer the high-spirited Shen Mu'an who acted recklessly back then, and she is no longer the innocent, ignorant girl who has just entered the country.

Her forbearance, her strength, and her self-reliance made him admire and fascinated him even more.

He couldn't help but raise his hand, gently caressed her delicate and distinct outline, and traced it carefully.

The feeling of melancholy in his heart became more and more serious, Shen Mu'an lowered his eyelashes desolately, recalling how he missed this lost jewel in the past.

"Tangtang, if I had known today..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and he couldn't say the rest, as if his throat was being strangled, he withdrew his hand greedily, thinking of the smile she had looked at him back then, his heart was broken and unforgettable.

"Jin...Jin...Jin Nuochen..." Jian Tangtang shook his head, his voice was painfully weeping.

Shen Mu'an's expression suddenly changed, he held her cold hand tightly, heard her frowning, and whispered another man's name in pain, jealousy welled up in his heart.

"Tangtang, you were once so close to me, you were once mine..." Shen Mu'an looked at her angrily and regretfully, his heart was full of remorse, besides jealousy, his heart was more pity.

"Don't go... don't go... who are you... oh, who are you..." Jian Tangtang was in pain and fell into a daze.

In a dark night as silent as thick ink, the man in a black suit with a vague face reappeared. She frowned and walked towards him step by step.

She hadn't seen him for a long, long time.

"Who are you..." Jian Tangtang walked up to the man, but no matter how she looked, she couldn't see the man's face clearly.

"You are mine." The man opened his mouth, and his thin lips, which were as thin as cherry blossoms, were slightly pursed, with strong domineering.

"I belong to myself, not anyone else!" Jian Tangtang shook her head, looking at the blurred outline of the man, her eyes couldn't help but burn.

Why, why seeing him, her heart hurts so much, cold and painful.

"One day you will remember everything, I'm waiting for you." The man made a deep voice, and then it turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated.

"Don't go! Don't go!" Jian Tangtang chased after him in a panic, but his palm passed through the smoke, and he stood there lonely.