private marriage

Song Wen propped her palms on the table, and twisted her facial features a little bit in pain. Mother Song saw that something was wrong with her.

"Wenwen, what's the matter?"

"stomachache."

"Ah? Why do you have a stomachache?"

Song Wen gasped for breath in pain, Song's mother glanced at her pants, "Blood—"

Song Wen's eyes fell, her eyes were filled with scarlet, "Mom, hurry up, go to the hospital!"

"Okay, okay, I..." At this juncture, Mother Song was as anxious as a headless chicken.

Song Wen took a step forward, the sharp pain became more and more intense, and the pants were soon stained red with blood.

Her heart sank, her face lost all color, and her eyes showed ashen-like despair.

Song Wen walked into the room, and Song's mother followed, trying to help her. "Wenwen..."

"Do not touch me."

She took her bag, and as soon as she walked out of the room, the servant came back.

"Who are you—" the servant's eyes fell on Song Wen, and she screamed, "Oh my god, how could this happen? Come on!"

She called for an ambulance, and then called Mother Xiao.

When Song Wen was carried into the ambulance, Song's mother also followed in. The servant's face was pale and he kept urging her. "Hurry up, hurry up."

"Wenwen, what's wrong with you? Are you pregnant?"

Song Wen gritted her teeth in pain, "Doctor, is my child okay?"

"Don't be nervous, take it easy, the hospital will be here soon."

Song Wen grabbed the man's hand, and at this moment she was so frightened that she could speak incoherently, "I can do anything, help me keep the child, I can't live without him."

The servant stared at the two of them gloomyly. Song Wen was fine before she went out, so what's the use of crying now?

Also, seeing that the cash cow is gone, can you not cry?

Not long after Song Wen was sent to the hospital, Mrs. Xiao also came and saw Mother Song sitting in a chair in a daze.

"what happened?"

The servant shook his head.

When Song Wen was pushed out, an IV was inserted into the back of her hand, and she looked very weak.

The servant stepped forward and asked, "Doctor, is the child saved?"

"Already had a miscarriage."

Mrs. Xiao's face was gloomy, and she glanced at the woman on the hospital bed.

The servant hurried to her side, "Ma'am, I really do my best to take care of her, and I don't know why..."

Mrs. Xiao thought it was a waste to take another look, so she turned and left.

Song Wen stared at the ceiling soberly, the lights in the corridor were extremely dazzling, and she was sent to the ward.

Song's mother followed behind all the way, with tears in the corners of her eyes, "Wenwen..."

Song Wen's eye circles were still red, her gaze fell on one spot, and there was no ripple at the bottom of the pool.

"Mom, did you make that bowl of red bean soup?"

"Yeah, I made it myself..."

"What about things?"

Before Song Wen got into the ambulance, she asked Song's mother to bring the thermos along with her.

Mother Song put the things on the bedside table, "Are you suspicious of me?"

"I'm so tired, I want to lie down."

"Wenwen, why are you pregnant? Whose child is it?"

"What's the point of saying this now?"

Song Wen closed her eyes, her lips were as white as her face, "Help me buy something to eat, okay?"

"Okay, tell mom what you want to eat?"

"Wontons."

"it is good."

Song's mother pushed away the chair and got up, Song Wen saw that she was about to go out, "Mom!"

"What's wrong?" Song's mother anxiously comforted her when she saw her crying, "You can't cry in confinement, or your eyes will be broken."

"Mom, if I'm not by your side in the future, you must take good care of yourself, don't follow your brother in everything, and don't let him suck you like a blood-sucking bug."

"As you said, your brother is not that bad."

Song Wen knew that it was useless to say anything, but she just... was still a little bit reluctant in her heart.

"If I leave here, my brother should not make things difficult for you anymore. He won't get any money from you. Maybe life will be peaceful."

Song's mother felt that her daughter was acting weird today, "I'll go buy you something to eat."

There are three beds in the general ward, but only Song Wen lives there.

She stared out of the window blankly, what does it mean that the child is gone?

The Xiao family would not let her go like this, especially Xiao Zizhai, he might have a hundred ways to torture her.

Over the years, Song Wen has long been scarred. She is tired and tired.

When the child died, she really had nothing to worry about.

Just leave those things in the Taobao shopping cart, she will never be a mother in her life.

Song Wen closed her eyes, tears pricked her eye sockets, and she didn't have time to wipe them away.

She got up from the bed, opened the messenger bag, and took out a small bottle from the compartment.

It contained some unknown liquid, which she secretly poured in when she went back to her hometown one time.

She had thought of committing suicide countless times, but she never dared to take that step.

Song Wen poured the medicine into the red bean soup, she pulled out the drip tube, got up, and walked to the bathroom.

Song Wen threw the bottle in her hand into the toilet, and then pressed it to flush like an emotionless robot over and over again.

She returned to the room and stared at the thermos cup twice.

Song Wen hardly hesitated, and drank half of the red bean soup inside.

She quickly put the lid back on the thermos, and she lay back on the bed. After a while, Mother Song came back.

"Wenwen, the wontons are still hot, drink them quickly."

Song Wen pointed to her bag, "Mom, give me your phone."

Song's mother took the mobile phone and handed it to her, and Song Wen pressed the three numbers 110.

The other end of the phone was quickly connected, and Song Wen's voice sank to the bottom, "Hi, I want to call the police, someone killed my child."

Song's mother was listening, listening to Song Wen's brief explanation of what happened just now, and then told the police the address of the hospital.

The more she listened, the more something was wrong, and she reached out to grab the phone, "Wenwen, just solve things yourself, don't..."

Song Wen didn't know where she got the strength to push Mother Song away.

After she hung up the phone, Song's mother stomped on the spot anxiously, "What are you doing?"

"Mom, have you already guessed that there is something wrong with the food you gave me, and who gave the medicine?"

"No……"

Song Wen didn't have the energy to argue with him, so he dialed Xiao Zizhai's number.

The man was still accompanying Tong Yiqi to choose the toast clothes. When he saw the caller ID, he found a reason to go out, "Hello, what's the matter?"

Sure enough, Mrs. Xiao didn't tell him at all.

Song Wen said indifferently, "I'm in the hospital."

"What do you mean?"

"Xiao Zizhai, the child is gone."

"Can you say that again?"

"Too surprised, isn't it? I have already called the police, don't worry, he won't die in vain."

When Xiao Zizhai arrived at the hospital, the police also came and were taking notes for Song Wen in the ward.

She pointed to the thermos cup on the bedside table, "I only had a miscarriage after drinking what was in it."

Xiao Zizhai walked in step by step, his eyes were terribly sinister, he wished he could strangle her to death.

"Song Wen, did you do it on purpose?"