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

It was already the next day when I woke up again, Mu Xiaoyan was lying on the bed in the hotel room, with a needle on the back of her hand and was hanging up an IV.

She looked around and found the trace of Huangfu Xijue on the chair next to her.

At almost the same time, Huangfu Xijue also noticed that she had woken up, and immediately stood up and sat next to her: "Xiaoyan, do you still feel unwell?"

Mu Xiaoyan propped her elbows on the bed sheet and tried to sit up, but found that her body was weak and she had no strength in her whole body.

Fortunately, Huangfu Xijue helped her up and put the pillow on her back. She looked at Huangfu Xijue in a daze, and her sixth sense told her that something must have happened, and it was something bad for her.

"Huangfu Xijue, what's wrong with me?"

Huangfu Xijue picked up a bowl from the bedside table at one side, and gracefully stirred it with a small spoon, his eyes calmly looked at the porridge in the bowl, and the corners of his mouth slightly pulled out a very flat tone: "You have a miscarriage gone."

"What? I had a miscarriage?" Mu Xiaoyan looked at Huangfu Xijue in disbelief, her eyes widened. She couldn't accept this fact for a while.

"Why? Why is there a miscarriage?"

"Impossible, you're lying to me, aren't you?"

She was fine yesterday, why did she suddenly have a miscarriage?She doesn't believe it, it's not true.

Huangfu Xijue filled a spoonful of porridge, put it in his mouth and blew it gently for a while, then brought it to her mouth: "Xiaoyan, open your mouth."

Mu Xiaoyan pushed his porridge away with a palm, and the white mucus stained his white coat that hadn't been changed all night: "Tell me, what you just said is not true, the child is still there."

Huangfu Xijue took off his coat disapprovingly, and picked up the bowl to serve her porridge again: "Xiaoyan, don't make trouble, let's eat the porridge first. You just...you should eat something now that you are weak."

"Don't make trouble?" Mu Xiaoyan looked at him with eyes that didn't understand, her brows were slightly furrowed, her nose was sore.

Is she making a fuss? She's just asking his child why... He actually thinks it's her making a fuss?

"Huangfu Xijue, tell me why, why did the child abort, are you lying to me?" She tugged on his sleeve resolutely, and looked at him with fixed eyes.

"Let me tell you?" Huangfu Xijue asked back.

After a while, Huangfu Xijue calmed down again, and put the porridge on the bedside table beside him: "It's just a child, take good care of your body, the most important thing is your happiness."

"It's just, a child..." Mu Xiaoyan repeated what he said carefully.

It turned out that he really didn't care whether the child lived or died, he didn't care at all.

"Go out, I want to calm down for a while."

Mu Xiaoyan lay on the bed again, covered her head with the quilt, and cried silently, with tears streaming from her eyes.

Hearing the sound of his leaving footsteps, Mu Xiaoyan suffered even more desperately.

Why doesn't he care at all, it's her child, and it's also his child.

The sound of sobbing gradually increased, and Mu Xiaoyan randomly pulled out the needle in her hand and threw it aside.

Why did the child suddenly disappear? She had just reconciled with Huangfu Xijue, and she had just fantasized about the days when the family stayed together happily after he was born.

Why did she have a miscarriage and Huangfu Xijue was so calm and indifferent? Didn't he just confess his love to her last night?