Dear Mr. Shi

"Why are you killing me, mother, mother..." The cold childish voice still sounded faintly by the door.

"No, no, you go, you can find a good person to reincarnate, I have no way, I don't want to kill you, I don't want to kill you, but I... can't want you, can't want you... …" Han Qianqian whispered out of control, and then took out her mobile phone, as if holding the back straw, and then hurriedly pressed the call button.

At this time, she could only think of Shi Annuo. When the phone was not connected, she cried and yelled at the other end of the phone, "Annuo, help... Anno, help me..."

The bell rang, it seemed to be in the ear, just outside.

Han Qianqian was stunned. She was still hiding in the quilt, holding her head in her hands.

When she heard the ringtone that seemed to be in her ears, her whole body froze subconsciously, and she froze on the spot again.

A thunder blasted in his mind, Han Qianqian suddenly seemed to understand something, she opened the quilt, and then he saw Shi Anuo standing at the door.

His eyes were stained with horror, and then he saw the door of the ward. The kid didn't know when he had left, and Shi Annuo was standing at the door. There were Shi Yuhan and Song Qinghuan behind him.

Except for Shi Yuhan who is still indifferent and calm, Shi Annuo and Song Qinghuan both stared at her in astonishment, with scarlet, bloodthirsty, and painful breaths in their eyes.

So, what she said just now was heard by them, and she didn't say a word.

Han Qianqian's face was terribly pale, her hands tightened on the sheets and clothes on her chest, and she was breathing heavily, her suffocation forced her tears to come out.

After a long while, at the moment when she finally eased her breath, she cried to Shi Annuo, so sad and so pitiful.

Shi Annuo stepped forward and came to the bed and looked at her condescendingly: "The child didn't stop Qinghuan from pushing you to make you run away, but you secretly ate it before you saw Qinghuan. medicine."

His eyes were bright and dark, swaying like a ghost fire, suppressing the hatred and pain that ruined the world.

"No, it's not!" Han Qianqian retorted immediately, her tone a little excited, "It's Song Qinghuan, it's her..."

Shi Annuo's expression remained unchanged, and interrupted him: "How did you become like this! Although you used to be wayward, you have always been sensible and will not do these vicious things..."

Han Qianqian shook her head repeatedly: "No, no..."

Shi Annuo continued to grieve: "When my brother told me that the child did not flow out naturally, but you did it deliberately, I didn't believe it. I told myself that you would never do that."

His face was brushed white, his fingers were clenched tightly, his palms were already blurred by the flesh and blood of the fingertips, his whole heart was trembling, his whole body was trembling, and he coldly roared, "But I didn't expect you to be so... You don’t want to marry, you want to marry your brother, you tell Qinghuan that your child is your brother, and you want to get rid of the child to make Qinghuan guilty, Han Qianqian, how do you figure it out, how do you figure it out!"

"An Nuo, listen to me, An Nuo..." Han Qianqian got off the bed and ran over to grab Shi An Nuo's hand.

When the pain is extreme, and the grief is extreme, the anger rises from the bottom of my heart.

He lost his reason, and with a big hand, he threw Han Qianq aside with his greatest strength: "You get out of me!!!"