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

Huangfu Xijue squatted in the most imperceptible corner of the room with his notebook in his arms, his eyes locked tightly on the screen, the sound of a woman crying came from the bluetooth headset, and tears oozed from his eyes.

It turned out that she went to the hotel to look for him after she left. She wanted to tell her the news of her child, but what she waited for was the parting note he wrote to her on the spur of the moment.

She must have died of grief, it was all caused by that damned Huangfu Xijie.

She was also preparing for surgery and later left.

But since she decided to have a baby, why did she take the abortion pill?

But no matter what, he is to blame for the child's affairs, and she has a reason for rejecting him now.

Thinking of this, Huangfu Xijue closed the notebook, took off the bluetooth headset and put it on the cabinet, walked gently towards Mu Xiaoyan, and sat down beside her.

At this time, Mu Xiaoyan was like a hedgehog covered in thorns. When she sensed him approaching, she shrank to the side of the bed, grabbed everything at hand and threw it at him.

Huangfu Xijue had no choice but to catch the things she threw over them one by one, and put them impatiently on the other corner of the bed.

"Mu Xiaoyan, I know you're uncomfortable. I'm to blame for the child's matter. I didn't send someone to check it beforehand. It was my negligence."

"It's good to know, I don't want to see you now, get out!"

She used the word "scroll" not at all politely.

And now Huangfu Xijue has completely lost the meaning of replying. It seems that everything he says is wrong, and everything he says can arouse her anger.

He sat on the side a little at a loss, his eyes fixed on her haggard face, although his expression was indifferent, he was with her in his heart feeling sorry for the child.

Mu Xiaoyan sat on the bed obsessively, staying there for a whole day, and Huangfu Xijue also guarded her all day.

The servants brought food, and Huangfu Xijue fed her, but if she didn't eat, he would accompany her.

At night, maybe she was a little tired, so she lay on the bed, he covered her with the quilt, and took a shower by himself.

When he came out of the bathroom, there seemed to be some restlessness in the room, there were broken bowls on the ground, and even the dining car moved.

He bit his lips slightly, and she was finally willing to eat something.

Looking at the bulging ball of the quilt, he was also reluctant to disturb her rest, and was afraid that she might run down, so he, who had never done housework before, put the debris on the ground into the trash can with his own hands.

He couldn't help but look back at her, only to find that the quilt was trembling slightly. He took a deep breath, thinking she was crying again.

"Xiaoyan..." He wanted to persuade her, but he hesitated to speak.

Huangfu Xijue opened a corner of the quilt and got in. He wanted to hug her but was afraid that she would get angry, so he had to stay away from her as much as possible.

He looked up at the roof with his arms resting on his pillow, and the image of a child appeared in front of his eyes.

I never thought I would have a child before, he came and went so suddenly.

The little woman next to her had lost her voice. He guessed that she must have fallen asleep. He wanted to take the opportunity to take her into his arms, but found that the quilt was wet, and it was still a large area.

He thought it was tears, but something was wrong.

He took out his hand and looked, it was covered with blood.

Huangfu Xijue quickly lifted the quilt, and Mu Xiaoyan was lying in a pool of blood, her thin body curled up together, obviously unconscious.