Your Excellency, I love you!

"mom!"

Luo Qiangwei's eyes widened to the limit, as if she was frightened for a moment, she watched Ding Fanying fall down.

A large amount of blood gushed out from her chest.

It also stained her eyes red.

……

Ding Fanying was pushed into the emergency room.

Sheng Miao was also taken to be bandaged.

Luo Qiangwei sat on the bench outside, her face was pale and bloodless, her hands were on her lap, her shoulders kept trembling, and she was muttering something in a low voice.

It's so vague and confusing that no one can understand it.

Mo Shiche was always standing by her side, but he didn't touch her, but just looked down at her with extremely dark eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the emergency room was pushed open.

The doctor came out.

Luo Qiangwei stood up all of a sudden, and looked sideways at the doctor, with panic and anticipation in her eyes.

Mo Shiche hung his hands a few centimeters behind her to prevent her from falling backwards, and then he heard the doctor sigh, "The wounded was shot in the heart, it was quite serious, and he died after rescue."

Luo Qiangwei froze.

The whole person seemed to be frozen, and the eyes were empty without any warmth.

Ding Fanying was pushed out under the white cloth.

The entire corridor was quiet and dead, and even the air became cold.

Luo Qiangwei walked forward slowly, stretched out her hand tremblingly and removed the white cloth.

It was no longer the mother who would chatter around her.

Although Ding Fanying has never helped her, she has always been the most sincere to her, even if she is not her biological mother... But in her heart, she is her only mother.

In her last life, she also died to take care of her. In the final analysis, it was for her damn love.

In this life...she swore to protect her mother...

She shouldn't have asked her mother to come to the hospital to accompany her for a prenatal checkup. She is living such a bad life, why should she involve her mother...

Luo Qiangwei stretched out her hand to caress Ding Fanying's face, and lowered her body bit by bit until she completely knelt down.

Holding Ding Fanying's hand, a hoarse, sad and extremely depressing voice overflowed from her throat, "Mom..."

One word dragged on for a long time, so long that people felt the despair in it.

She didn't yell, or even cry, even though her eyes were always red, tears didn't flow out.

A small face is blank, eyes are empty, just kneeling in front of the stretcher, the back of the slender hand is also stretched out with blue veins.

Until Mo Shiche couldn't stand it anymore, and stepped forward to help her up.

As if being touched by something, Luo Qiangwei suddenly brushed his hand away, and staggered back two steps.

She opened her eyes, the water glinted in her eyes, and she looked terrified, as if she had been greatly frightened, and her emotions were extremely broken.

But she refused to shed a single tear, and was always enduring it.

She has never had this look, no matter how he has treated her before, she has never been so desperate.

Mo Shiche's pupils constricted, as if a big hand was holding his heart, the pain made him twitch, and he whispered, "You're still pregnant with..."

"Mo Shiche."

Luo Qiangwei suddenly called out to him.

Her voice was extremely hoarse, like a stick in her throat, making people hear the smell of blood in her throat.

"Mo Huangnian."

She called him again, looked up into his eyes, and said word by word from the deepest part of her throat and even her heart, "I hate you."

The man's back stiffened, his black eyes were thick and deep, and he stared at her tightly.

"It doesn't matter if you are Mo Shiche or Mo Huangnian, you go up to the poor and down to the underworld, in this life, in the next life, and every life after life," she said slowly but firmly, "I hate you."