The villain of Quick Transmigration has become obedient again

Chapter 33 The Disfigured Miss Qianjin (33)

Jiang Jinyan hurriedly answered.

There was a torn tone coming from inside, and it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman: "Take care of our daughter."

Then, there was the sound of the phone falling to the ground, and the sound of "di——" that could not be stopped.

Time seemed to stand still, Jiang Jinyan stared at a certain point, unable to recover for a long time, only the "beep" in his ear and a sudden cry of a child.

Tears suddenly fell.

His heart felt like it was crushed by a sharp weapon.

The phone fell to the ground with trembling fingers.

He turned around suddenly, supported his injured thigh, and rushed into the elevator.

On the eleventh floor, the speed of the elevator rises like a long century.

Jiang Jinyan suddenly covered his face and began to cry.

The elevator finally opened, and he stumbled back to the operating room. The door was opened, and his body covered in white cloth was pushed out.

"Qingqing! Qingqing..." He yelled at the top of his lungs, bumping into several people while running limping, even if the wound was bleeding, he didn't care about it: "Qingqing, don't, why? Why is it like this ?”

Doctors and nurses stopped the emotional Jiang Jinyan.

He was so sad that he passed out next to Duan Qingqing's body.

……

"Ah!!" Jiang Jinyan woke up from a nightmare, still a girl in a pool of blood.

"President Jiang." Song Nan, who had been standing by Jiang Jinyan's side all this time, suddenly sat up cleverly and shouted.

Seeing Song Nan, Jiang Jinyan grabbed his arm tightly: "Where's Qingqing?"

Song Nan fell silent.

"say something!"

"Mr. Jiang." Song Nan pursed his lips and looked up at him: "She is dead, but there is one child left behind, and the child is yours."

The tears in his eyes couldn't hold back, Jiang Jinyan wanted to get off the ground immediately, but fell off the bed because of the injury on his leg.

Song Nan quickly helped him up again: "Mr. Jiang, I checked her DNA, and she is indeed my wife. Wen Jiaying has already admitted that she ruined her appearance and dumbed her down."

Even Song Nan's voice became hoarse.

Jiang Jinyan was distraught, his jaw trembled constantly, he suddenly covered his face, regret and guilt blocked his heart at this moment.

She had reminded herself countless times that she was her own wife, and even reminded herself that she was killed by Wen Jiaying, but he didn't believe it.

Seeing this, Song Nan said again: "I have already sent Wen Jiaying to the police station. As for the wife's body, I have already notified Mr. Duan."

With Song Nan's support, Jiang Jinyan finally saw Duan Qingqing's body. Her face was pale, her lips were purple, and there were Duan's father and Duan's mother who were distraught in the room. When she was her own daughter, in addition to guilt, there was also great unwillingness and grief.

The person had already passed away, and Jiang Jinyan sent Duan Qingqing's body to the funeral home in grief.

There, he guarded her for seven days and seven nights, barely closing his eyes.

He suddenly became very thin, his face was sallow, and his lips were white, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

Seeing him like this, Song Nan felt distressed, but there was nothing he could do. The only thing he could do was to help him deal with Jiang's trivial matters.

The day Duan Qingqing was sparked, Jiang Jinyan fell ill.

In the high fever, he held Duan Qingqing's ashes, as if his soul followed her away, leaving only a body.

After that, Jiang Jinyan didn't eat or drink, and didn't see a doctor because he had a high fever. He locked himself in the room alone and didn't see anyone. Only the ashes in his arms could make him feel that he was still alive.

Song Nan came to the apartment to see him several times, but was turned away.

Until he finally couldn't help finding a master locksmith, opened the door, and then rushed to the decadent Jiang Jinyan, shouting: "Mr. Jiang, you can't come back from the dead, you should look forward. Madam, she worked hard for her life." I saved you because I hope you can live well, not to mention that you are not alone now, you still have a daughter, she is waiting for you in the hospital, you are her reliance."

This was the first time in Song Nan's life that he spoke to the boss like this.

He said a lot, but Jiang Jinyan didn't react at all, he thought he had said a lot of nonsense.

That night, Jiang Jinyan had a dream.

In the white world, there is nothing.

But he saw her.

She was wearing a white long dress, as if she was integrated with this white world, with black hair slanting down like a waterfall, tall figure, and plain appearance, she looked at him with a slight smile, and there was a smile in her ear. The silver earrings are extremely bright as if being refracted by the sun.

Jiang Jinyan was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with joy, he rushed forward excitedly and hugged him, his voice trembling when he spoke: "Qingqing."

The girl's voice flowed like a stream, nice and gentle: "Jinyan, in the days when I'm not around, take good care of our daughter and promise me."

Jiang Jinyan let go of her, his joyful face was gradually filled with fear, he asked in a daze, "Where are you going?"

"I should go, Jinyan, you must promise me that she is my daughter, and it is also yours." The girl held his hand, with a smile on her face that was reluctant, but she had to give up.

She let go of Jiang Jinyan and was about to leave.

Jiang Jinyan grabbed her tightly: "Wherever you go, I will go. No matter the ends of the world, I will be with you."

The girl cried and stepped forward to hug him: "Jinyan, I hate you, but I can't go back."

Because, she has no next life.

"Take good care of our child, and protect her whenever possible." After speaking, the girl disappeared into his arms.

Jiang Jinyan maintained the posture of hugging her, and when he saw her gradually disappear transparently, he looked around in panic.

But she never appeared again.

"Qingqing—" In the middle of the night, Jiang Jinyan suddenly woke up from his dream.

The next day, Jiang Jinyan miraculously appeared in the hospital. He shaved his beard and seemed to have taken a bath. He lay on the glass window and looked at the little person in the incubator. The long-standing depression and haze gradually disappeared. , he seemed to see the miracle of life.

That is his child.

He and Qingqing's child.

Therefore, on the wedding night, the person who was with him was Qingqing.

But the doctor said that she only weighed 3.8 catties and needed to stay in the hospital for observation.

……

Prison visiting room.

Wen Jiaying was brought into a small room wearing a bracelet and anklet. She was wearing a black and white prison uniform, her hair was shoulder-length, her eyes were not bright, and it was dead silent.

It wasn't until she saw that familiar face that her dead eyes suddenly brightened. She strode in, sat on the stool, looked at the man across the table, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "How dare you Will you come to see me? Is it because Duan Qingqing died, do you regret it?"

The coldness in Jiang Jinyan's eyes continued to intensify. Looking at the smug face in front of him, he really wanted to kill her, but how could he let her die so easily.

"Wen Jiaying, living is the greatest torture for you. For the rest of my life, I will make you pay for everything you did." He looked at her, and his tone became colder and colder when he thought of Qingqing being tortured by her: "Prison , can't protect you."

(End of this chapter)