Your Excellency, I love you!

This series happened in less than three seconds, and when Mo Shiche reached out to help, Sheng Miao had already fallen heavily to the ground.

She let out a cry of pain, and in the next second, bright red blood flowed from between her legs, staining the hem of her skirt red...

Sheng Miao's face was pale from the pain, and he was even more terrified when he looked down at the blood, and cried eagerly, "The famine year... my child... our child..."

Luo Qiangwei was startled, and suddenly raised her head to look at him.

Surprise flashed in Mo Shiche's eyes for a few seconds, but he still rushed over and hugged Sheng Miao, "The doctor is right here, and I can see it right away."

Seeing this, the doctor also stood up and rushed out to let the nurse prepare for the operation.

Three 10 minutes later.

There was dead silence outside the emergency room.

Mo Shiche and Yan Song stood leaning against the wall respectively.

Luo Qiangwei sat on a chair with a handbag, lowered her head and stared blankly at the diamonds on the bag, as if it could reflect her pale face like an abandoned woman.

It's really... a joke for nothing.

The air was quiet and no one spoke.

Suddenly, the door of the emergency room was pushed open, and Sheng Miao was pushed out.

"The famine year..." Her thin voice sounded eager and full of love, "The famine year... are you there?"

Mo Shiche stood tall and straight and walked over, the doctor said to him, "Are you her husband? Congratulations, she is pregnant, and the fetus is currently more than six weeks old."

On the bench next to her, Luo Qiangwei's hand holding the bag suddenly tightened, her head went blank for a moment, and even her breathing stopped.

More than six weeks and more than 40 days.

That Sheng Miao was conceived before they went to Seattle.

Shocked?

Actually not, there was some surprise, but it didn’t feel like the sky was falling, maybe it was more like a sword hanging in her heart, always crumbling, she tried her best to tie it tightly, telling herself every day , No, absolutely not.

Then when one day it really fell and the sharp sword pierced her heart hard, she looked at herself dripping with blood, laughing at herself more than surprised.

Are you uncomfortable?

Whether it is difficult or not is not important.

Mo Shiche was obviously also extremely shocked, his black eyes fell on Sheng Miao's lower abdomen, his handsome face was slightly stiff, and he didn't speak for nearly half a minute.

He accompanied her to the examination, thinking that it was just some other problem. Before coming, Sheng Miao never said that she might be pregnant.

Seeing his reaction, the doctor naturally understood that he was happy, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, the fall didn't cause any serious problems, it's just that the tire was a little gassy, ​​just take a good rest, by the way, your wife was injured The health is not very good, it is a gift from God to be able to conceive, this is the first child, you must take good care of it, otherwise it will be impossible for you to have a second child in the future."

Mo Shiche didn't speak, just stood there, his handsome eyebrows covered with a thin layer of darkness.

Sheng Miao propped himself up from the stretcher, reached out to grab his hand, and said softly, "Famine, can you accompany me back to the ward? My stomach still hurts..."

Luo Qiangwei suddenly stood up from the chair, turned around and walked towards the exit of the corridor stepping on her high heels.

Mo Shiche's eyes narrowed, and he immediately ran after her with long legs, grabbed her wrist from behind, and forced her to turn around to face him.

"Let go," her voice was unusually calm, and her eyes were as calm as stagnant water, "It's time, I'm going to drink afternoon tea."

Mo Shiche held her wrist, his black eyes locked on her facial expression, "I'll accompany you in a while."