Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

She tried her best to explain, but she couldn't move because her lower body was anesthetized and she had a fresh opening in her stomach.

When she was admitted to prison, she was beaten and fainted, and she was found to be pregnant. The prison doctor said she was one month pregnant, but she had not had her period two months ago. Her menstruation had always been normal.

Exactly two months ago, she had a relationship with Leng Qianhan and gave him her first time.

Willingly, because she truly loves him, and he loves her even more, because she accompanies him through difficulties and rises from the ashes.

However, he didn't believe her at all and didn't even recognize the child.

"Humph, you still want to quibble?

Mr. Leng doesn’t believe you at all. In his eyes, you are just a promiscuous and slutty woman!

Mr. Leng has already told me that the child will be fed to the dogs after birth!

Otherwise, do you think that the treatment in prison has really improved during the past few months in solitary confinement?

It's just to feed the dogs today, making you miserable and desperate, with no hope of redemption! "

The nurse said a lot in succession, each word was heartbreaking and her eyes were ferocious.

"But don't be too sad. This child didn't cry when he was born, so he might have died. Feed it to the dog!"

"don't want……"

Mu Qingqian cried and cried, and the prison doctor picked up the trash can containing her newborn child and went out.

She couldn't hold on for long, she fainted in extreme grief, with tears in her eyes, and she didn't hear a single cry from the child.

This is her child, with pain and guilt, but it's okay, the devil's child, it's gone when it's gone.

In the next five years, until now, she has comforted herself in this way, not daring to recall too deeply.

On the hospital bed, Mu Qingqian closed her eyes and fell asleep. Zhang Min took the tableware out and asked her to recover.

Later, people came, the housekeeper and servants from Mr. Leng's house.

With their help, Mu Qing was successfully transferred to Anmin Hospital.

Zhang Min was originally worried about transferring to another hospital, but they went through the formalities as soon as they arrived, saying it was Mr. Leng's order and taking care of Mu Qing.

It seems that Leng is really going to be kind to Mu Qing...

Mu Qingqian lay in Anmin Hospital for two days, always thinking about being discharged and making money.

I woke up after another sleep, and finally felt some strength. I turned around and looked at the hanging water that had been hung for two days. The water was going down drop by drop, very slowly.

It was the left hand that administered the intravenous injection, and the right hand reached over, pulled out the infusion needle, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, still thinking about going back to work.

But as soon as his feet hit the ground, he couldn't stand firmly and he fell down. A pair of big hands came up in time to hold him tightly.

"What do you want to do?"

It was Leng Qianhan's voice. He had been sitting on the sofa without moving, so Mu Qingqian didn't notice him just now.

Mu Qingqian felt in his arms and couldn't push him away.

"Let me go and don't stop me from going back to make money."

"Are you crazy about money?! Don't you even want your life!?"

The man was angry, and Mu Qingqian was also angry, "Don't worry about it!"

He felt her hands pushing him, but they were powerless. Her face was pale. It had been two days and her face had not improved.

So, he picked her up, put her back on the bed, and covered her with the quilt.

"You still want to go back and wash people's feet like this? Do you have the strength in your hands?"

He looked fierce.

"Stop causing trouble for the company. It's not enough to send you to the hospital once. I'll take care of you peacefully!"

He thought in vain, with disgust in his tone.

"Nurse, come in and get some water!"

The nurse came in and found the tall, handsome man with a fierce look on his face, and quickly re-injected the patient.

He said from the side: "This time you will be considered a work-related injury, and Zhang Min will reimburse you for medical expenses."

The needle went in and it hurt a little. She felt relieved when she heard that it could be reimbursed. She had no money to treat herself.

After the needle was inserted, the nurse went out. Mu Qingqian said nothing, closed her eyes, and had nothing to say to Leng Qianhan.

Leng Qianhan sat back on the sofa and said nothing, very quiet.

Looking at the hospital bed, I wondered if I had been too cruel to her. She fainted several times, and the last time she had a high fever, it almost killed her.

He was irritable and confused. He suddenly stood up and walked out with long legs.

Call Li Chang: "Book a ticket to country M."

Leng Qianhan flew to Country M and came to his mother's residence, which was a quiet and elegant garden.

Yin Lanju, Leng Qianhan's mother, was drinking tea in the garden, smelling the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums.

Leng Qianhan came over, Yin Lanju took a sip of tea, looked up and saw her son,

"Qianhan, why are you here? Come and sit down."

Leng Qianhan approached and sat down respectfully and politely across the elegant small table from his mother.

"Come here to do some errands, and also come to see my mother."

"As long as you're willing, drink tea." Yin Lanju poured her son a cup of tea with a slight smile on her face.

She has shoulder-length short hair, a white shirt paired with a beige gauze skirt, and looks knowledgeable and generous.

In this small garden, there is also an elegant and tranquil temperament, and it is radiant and well-maintained.

Leng Qianhan took a sip of tea. The weather was hot and he felt refreshed.

"Chrysanthemum tea, is it the tea made by my mother?" Although he rarely gets along with his mother, he understands her.

My mother is an artist, good at painting, and also loves tea making.

"Well, my mother planted the chrysanthemums herself. How do they taste?"

"Delicious and refreshing."

"Chrysanthemum tea is designed to clear away heat and reduce internal heat."

Next to it was a painting. Leng Qianhan drank a cup of tea and stared at the painting, the rising sun in spring.

There is both the lush greenery of spring and the bright sunshine, a thriving scene.

He thought of Mu Qingqian. Mu Qingqian was like this, she used to be.

"This is a painting my mother just made. How does it go?"

"At first glance, my mother's painting skills are even more exquisite."

"It doesn't matter whether it's exquisite or not. The main thing is to be careful. Many things require carefulness."

His mother seemed to be teaching him something and suddenly asked:

"Qianhan, do you have a girl you like? Bingnuo complained to me that my brother is so grown up that he still doesn't marry, and the family is cold. Your grandfather must have urged you too, he is anxious to have his great-grandson."

She also cares about her son.

"Well, I have a sense of propriety."

He has someone he likes, he has had one before, and Yin Lanju seems to be able to feel something.

"Qianhan, I'm sorry, mom, but I can't help you with the company."

Eight years ago, the Leng Group was on the verge of bankruptcy. Yin Lanju had been in country M with her daughter for a long time and had not been able to help.

Even now, such a large group is supported by her son alone. She knows how hard her son is working.

"Mother doesn't have to feel guilty. She is an artist and she doesn't need to care about these things. She just has a son."

He called her mother again and again, which made Yin Lanju feel unfamiliar. He has been called mother since he was a child, which is more about respect than closeness.

"Well, you have met your father's expectations. Your father will be very pleased to know you." After Yin Lanju finished speaking, she drank tea elegantly, calmly and elegantly.