Prisoner's wife's pet: European-style president's domineering love

Walking into the operating room, sitting on a soft sofa chair, the doctor asked a lot about her condition, and also performed many examinations, and informed her that the operation can now be performed.

She took a heavy breath, followed the doctor's instructions and lay down on the operating table.

I saw two doctors put on rubber gloves, and a nurse pushed a cart full of small silver knives.

She looked up at the glowing incandescent lamp above her head, her eyes dimmed.

Did the child just die like this? He hasn't had a chance to come into this world yet, and he hasn't opened his eyes to see what his mother looks like.

On the B-ultrasound sheet, the little guy was still the size of a gestational sac.

The soft sound of the doctor fiddling with knives came from her ears, and every sound wave passed from her cochlea to her blood, hitting her heart heavily.

Her mind sank, and countless imaginary pictures flashed before her eyes, each of which was related to the child.

A small head that was not as big as her palm, a red smiling face, and chubby hands.

Putting on the small clothes she personally selected, holding one of her fingers in both hands as a toy curiously, she looks cuter than a cat.

Hungry, wah-wah crying and clutching the empty feeding bottle.

When sleeping, the little guy lay beside her pillow, closed his eyes serenely, his body was in a relaxed state, and she patted his body gently.

When he grew up a little bit, she walked on the street for the handsome clothes on his bed.

He called himself "Mom" softly.

Injured, crying, all came to her.

At this moment, a powdery smiling face in her mind was crying, tears flowed from his eye sockets, his clear eyes looked at her, and waved to her vaguely: "Mom, I don't want to leave you, I don't want to leave."

He didn't want to become a puddle of blood lying on an abandoned bed sheet, the cold wind blew past his body, and the pouring rain fell on him, gradually dissipating him completely, floating in the air In the middle, it turned into a wisp of broken smoke soul.

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"Girl, are you ready?"

The doctor's cold voice came from next to his ears, and Mu Xiaoyan's brain suddenly woke up as if being shocked by electricity, his eyelids suddenly widened, and he sat up straight from the operating table.

There was a voice in her heart, she didn't want this child to die on the operating table like this, she wanted to keep this child.

She still can't make up her mind.

"Doctor, I won't do this operation." There was no emotion on her expressionless face, and her voice was even cooler.

Just after she heard the doctor's question, what she subconsciously wanted to answer was that she was not ready.

She wasn't ready to kill the child in her womb.

Almost without any dullness, she jumped off the operating table and took her own things and ran out. The doctors and nurses who were ready to start the operation were all dumbfounded.

She hastened her pace and left the hospital, leaving the place where the child in her womb was afraid.

She will give birth to the child by herself and raise the child by herself.

It doesn't matter that the sperm was provided by him, Xijue Huangfu, he is her child, since he, Xijue Huangfu, didn't plan to have this child in the first place, then the child has nothing to do with him at all.

Sitting in the taxi, she gently caressed her lower abdomen with her fingertips, and looked at it with gentle eyes.

Baby, daddy doesn't love you, mommy loves you.