She hid her pregnancy and faked her death, and the CEO turned gray overnight

Talking about 'pregnant wife' all day long, what else is it but showing off?

These days, Su Zhan was envious and envious. He felt that people with the surname Zhou had a good life. Even if they did so many wrong things, they could still have children and a daughter.

Now that I see him so decadent, I feel a little sympathy for him.

The most painful thing in the world is to get something and lose it immediately.

"If you really don't want to let her go, go to the infirmary and stop her. Why are you drinking here?"

Zhou Gu laughed at himself and said, "If I stop her, she will think that I am forcing her. Once this misunderstanding deepens, I will never be able to solve it for the rest of my life.

Instead of being resented by her, I should just go along with her wishes. Mo Mo and Sugar Baby are already the best gifts God has given me. I should be content. "

Having said that, he couldn't hide the deep pain between his brows.

How not to hurt?

This was the second time that he had experienced his child turning into a pool of pus and blood, which then flowed out of the operating table.

He thought that these two wounds would never heal. They would become the most profound mark in his life. Whenever it was cloudy and rainy, he would be in agony.

Seeing that he was about to collapse, Su Zhan quickly picked up a bottle of wine and put it into his hand, "Come on, drink, don't think about those messy things, I'm tired."

Zhou Gu stretched out his hand to unscrew the bottle cap, raised his head and prepared to pour it into his mouth.

At this time, the housekeeper hurried over and said respectfully: "Sir, Madam has come out of the infirmary,"

Zhou Gu suddenly stood up from the chair, threw the wine bottle in his hand to Su Zhan, and strode towards the infirmary. As he walked, he asked, "How is Madam's condition?"

The housekeeper shrank his neck and said in a trembling voice: "Look, he looks a little weak, he walks unsteadily, and his face is very pale."

These are the symptoms of a woman just after a miscarriage.

She still removed the fetus.

One person decides the arrival of the child, and another person decides the return of the child, without ever asking for his opinion.

At this point, he had to recognize the reality: the warmth now truly treated him as the most familiar stranger.

The peaceful coexistence he thought was nothing more than an illusion.

"Inform the kitchen and ask them to prepare three meals a day according to the nursing care standards for women after miscarriage and confinement."

The butler agreed and quietly retreated.

Zhou Gugang crossed the cobblestone path and ran into the warmth coming this way.

With just one glance, Zhou Gu's steps suddenly stopped.

Her face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and her body was shaky. Every step she took seemed like she was stepping on cotton, and her left and right were unbalanced.

Thinking that she looked like this when she aborted her first child seven years ago, it further confirmed his suspicion.

His eyes moved down and landed on her flat belly, a look of shock flashed across his eyes.

"Qingqing, you..."

I couldn't say the rest of it.

She only glanced at him lightly, walked around him, and continued walking forward.

Seeing this, Zhou Gu quickly put his arms around her waist and hugged her sideways.

"Your body is too weak. Let me carry you back to rest."

Wenqing didn't struggle, she leaned in his arms with cold eyes, and her heart bumped along with his footsteps.

After returning to the main house and going to the living room on the second floor, Zhou Gu put her on the bed, took the quilt aside and covered her body.

The palm of his hand moved down and slowly pressed against her stomach, and the long-lost pain surged up again.

"Does it hurt? Did you ask them to give you analgesics?"

Wenqing tugged at the corners of her stiff mouth and said lightly, "I've aborted your seed, but you're still so gentle and considerate to me?"

Zhou Gu heard the sarcasm in her words, and his voice became softer and softer, "The child is not mine alone. You also have a share, so naturally you can decide what to do with him."

Warmth suddenly laughed.