Forced to become his stand-in wife

Ling Qiu pressed the doorknob to open the door, he wanted to escape from this place quickly, and take his baby to a place where Qin Muyang would never find him again.

Before he went out, several nurses and doctors walked towards him.

When Ling Qiu looked at them before, he thought they were angels in white clothes, but now he thought they looked like man-eating demons.

He was forced to step back, watched them walk up to him, and said coldly: "The operating room has been arranged, let's go."

Ling Qiu once had many self-deceiving thoughts, half believed and half didn't believe, they were so thin, like countless bubbles that could burst easily, crowded and scrambling to cover up the thing he was most afraid of happening, but Now it was pierced with a needle, and one by one they disappeared fragilely.

Qin Muyang really wanted to take him to induce labor and abort his six-month-old child.

The front was already tightly blocked by people, and he had nowhere to escape.

He was haggard and bleeding from his lower lip, Ling Qiu clutched his stomach forcefully, his body trembling, tears rolled out from the corners of his eyes one by one.

He turned his head and carefully glanced at Qin Muyang who was standing behind him. He was still the same as before, with mocking or cold eyes.

As long as Qin Muyang has the heart, he will not have the heart to take away his child.

Ling Qiu fiercely knelt in front of Qin Muyang, his stomach was too heavy, and it was very difficult to bend down, Ling Qiu kowtowed to the ground.

He choked up and said, "I beg you, Mu Yang, I beg you, don't take away my child."

He knew that Qin Muyang had always hated his useless appearance, but now he had no choice.

Seeing that the person in front of him was indifferent, Ling Qiu dragged his heavy body to kneel beside Qin Muyang, kowtowed and begged in a hissing voice:

"Muyang, I beg you to let my baby go, wait another four months for him to be born, I can do whatever you want me to do, let me die!"

There was a scorching pain on his forehead, and the ground was already stained red, but Ling Qiu knocked it over and over again as if he couldn't feel the pain.

Amidst the muffled kowtow, Qin Muyang's cold voice came from above his head.

"Ling Qiu, I don't want your life, I just want the heart of the child in your belly." Qin Muyang slowly squatted down, grabbed Ling Qiu's chin and raised his face, looking directly at the wound on his forehead, " Otherwise, why do you think I went all the way to find you, and brought you back to act in a play for three months? Ling Qiu, you should be thankful that your stomach is pregnant, otherwise you would have broken both legs by me long ago .”

Qin Muyang's words were like a knife cutting off all Ling Qiu's remaining thoughts.

Ling Qiu recalled in a daze, back to the night when Qin Muyang went to pick him up.

He said, I will take you home.

He took him home and took good care of him, fed him carefully, watched TV with him, and hugged him to sleep.

He thought that Qin Muyang was really in love with him, but in the end it was just a scene he directed and acted.

Perhaps, someone appeared in your world just to tell you that you are so easy to deceive.

It's a pity that he got too deep into the drama and forgot that Qin Muyang would not love him at all. If he really loved him, he would have loved him five years ago. Why wait until now?

Qin Muyang's last bit of patience was exhausted, he glanced coldly at the doctors and nurses behind Ling Qiu.

"Take people to induce labor."

Two nurses stepped forward and tried to pull Ling Qiu up, but Ling Qiu struggled so hard that he seemed to have fallen into a madman, crying frantically: "Don't touch the baby in my belly!"

The heavy body fell to the ground, and the huge belly hit the ground with a "bang".

There was a sharp pain in the abdomen, followed by the familiar feeling of falling pain, as if something was squeezed between the legs, and the bones were sore and swollen.

"Baby"

Ling Qiu remembered that when he was waiting for Qin Muyang in the hot spring bath room two months ago, he also felt the same slumping feeling, which was a sign of miscarriage.

He was too frightened to move.

"The patient has a miscarriage!" A nurse said eagerly.

"Quick, go to the delivery room."

The sharp pain between the legs forced Ling Qiu to shed tears again, he clumsily protected his stomach, clamped tightly, and crawled out the door with difficulty.

His eyes were already blurred, and the pungent smell of blood came from under his body, and the blood between his buttocks dragged a winding and dazzling line of blood on the ground.

He wants to go home, who will take him home, who will take him home

It was unclear who lifted him from the ground, who hugged his waist, and who held his feet.

Ling Qiu fainted from the pain, looked up at the familiar figure standing by the window.

He moved his lips and spat out three words in a dismal voice.

"I hate you."

The sunlight came in from the window, hazy and fuzzy, swept across the pair of eyes full of despair, and went dark again unknowingly.