Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter 59

Zhao Nanyu knew the news of Song Luan's pregnancy that day, only to be happy, and asked the doctor what he should pay attention to, but he forgot this one alone.

At first, his slowness/sex/poison/drug in her body did want to torture her to death a little bit. At first, he did not think about leaving a retreat for the two. Is this now considered a sin?

Song Luan suddenly felt that the face of the man sitting on his side became ugly. She turned to look at him and found that Zhao Nanyu's face was a little white, her body was stiff, and her eyes were covered with thin bloodshot eyes. She asked funnyly: "You what happened?"

Zhao Nanyu didn't even dare to look at her, his voice was hoarse, "It's fine."

He touched her head and said softly: "After a while, there will be fireworks under the gate, do you want to see it?"

Song Luan supported his chin with both hands, and his legs were still swaying in a happy mood. Her eyes were bright, and she smiled and said, "Think."

She has not seen what ancient fireworks are like, nor did she know that the world is so lively and full of fireworks.

"I will let you take you first."

"it is good."

Song Luan also saw that he and Zhao Chao seemed to have something to say and deliberately set aside her. But she didn't care much about what the two brothers had to say, and it was more comfortable to let her play alone.

She stood up and clapped her hands, "I'll go watch the fireworks first."

Zhao Nanyu called his follower in. He was an extremely ordinary-looking man with a thumb-sized scar on his forehead. His facial features were fierce and his face was a bit fierce. ."

"Yes."

After Song Luan went out, Zhao Nanyu remained silent for a long time without speaking.

Zhao Chao frowned and didn't know where to start. Although he hated Song Luan's right, prejudice was deeply ingrained. It wasn't her change that could be eliminated in the past few months.

Moreover, Zhao Chao did not expect Song Luan to become pregnant. His second brother didn't seem to be a kind-hearted person.

After pondering, Zhao Chao said in a low voice, "Second Brother, I..."

Zhao Nanyu tilted his head and poured a glass of wine into his throat. His eyes were cruel, and he interrupted him neatly. He asked, "When will your master return to Beijing?"

Zhao Chao was speechless. His master was a Taoist priest who traveled all over the world. He lived in no fixed place all the year round. Even he often couldn't find others. Last time he could not find out the news. He didn't wait for a reply to write about Qing Jie Yao, and his master disappeared again.

He shook his head and hesitated: "I don't know very well about this. His old man rarely sends me news, but I have checked the medical book he left before, but I still haven't found a solution."

It was originally a kind of poison made by his master at the whim. He hadn't even used it on humans before, so he didn't prepare antidote, but Zhao Chao had seen the smell with his own eyes.-The effect on small animals is slow. Slowly pumping life, dying of death, suffering from death.

He relieved himself that Song Luan didn't eat much, and it should still be saved if he didn't eat a lot. However, this life-saving method may only be known by his master.

Zhao Nanyu smashed the cup in his hand, sharp porcelain slices cut his fingers, bright red blood drops dripped at once, his face was pale, the facial features were a little grim, a pair of red eyes stared at Zhao Chao with death, voice Hoarse, it hurts to hear, "I ask you, is there any way you can completely detoxify?"

Zhao Chao can't lie, lower his head, and answer softly: "I can only wait for my master to come back."

Zhao Nanyu chuckled loudly, his smile was very infiltrating, his fingers clenched into fists, and he hit the table fiercely. He rarely got gaffe and roared out in a low voice, "So I just asked, does your master have come back!?"

The answer is as expected, because Zhao Nanyu has also been looking for the leader of the Qing Bamboo Dao. Almost all the people who can use him have been sent out, and there has been no news.

His wrist suddenly lost his strength, and he sat on the chair with a somber complexion, panting slightly, his throat dumb. "What will happen?"

Zhao Zhao was stunned for a moment, and there was no response at all. What did the three words of the second brother mean?

He lost his face, "You know, Ersao's body is weak, and the residual poison in her body has been suppressed by drugs. This child will also be poisoned most of his life. Whether he can live or not, whether his limbs are healthy is variable, and... "

He stopped suddenly and didn't continue.

Zhao Nanyu sipped the cold tea that had been cold, and twitched his lips slightly, "And what?"

Zhao Zhao lowered his eyes, his voice was low, and replied: "And even if you are the second brother, you don't mind whether the child is healthy or not, it is still a question whether Ersao can survive the birth.

Song Luan was short of qi and blood, and something happened when he knew his brother. The most important thing is that Song Luan's body is not as good as her four years ago.

Seeing how his second brother is deeply rooted in Song Luan, I am afraid that he cannot accept the loss of Song Luan.

Zhao Nanyu stopped talking, or he couldn't speak, his heart seemed to be squeezed hard, dull and gloomy, out of breath.

He didn't give up, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Is there really no way?"

Zhao Chao answered the question, "Second Brother, how much do you like her?"

How much do you like it? It was so unpleasant to wish that she died earlier, now he is a rare one. Her arrogance, willfulness, and occasional small temper became cute.

Want to firmly control her life, let her live in the world she created.

She likes satin silk, gold and silver jewelry, then send these to her eyes.

"I want her." Zhao Nanyu only answered these three words.

After Zhao Zhao was surprised, there were some regrets. After all, his second brother was still in Song Luan's hands.

He raised his eyes and looked straight at his second brother, his voice low: "Second brother, this child can't stay."

Even if Song Luan gave birth to the child steadily, it would probably die within a few months, or he might die as soon as he landed. A newborn baby can’t resist the toxicity of azure, and no more panacea Method.

Zhao Nanyu’s smile was more unpleasant than it sounded, “Is there really no way? I don’t care what this child is born like, I’ll take care of him for a lifetime.”

In the past few days, he can also see that Song Luan has this child in mind, and even learns to make socks and shoes for children, even with a lot of smiles on his face.

Song Luan didn't like him much. If he opened her and let her shed the child, she was afraid to hate him.

Zhao Chao also knew that the second brother was reluctant. He now regretted that he had given the poison/drug to his second brother, which made the current situation of overwhelming coverage difficult.

He persuaded: "Second brother, listen to me." After a pause, he said: "The body of Ersao can't stand it."

Her poison is unsolvable for a day, and her body cannot be perfected.

This child cannot stay anyway.

Zhao Nanyu nodded, his expression numb, "I know."

Compared with children, Song Luan can not lose more.

Turning to think about it, it is not a bad thing to be hated by Song Luan. Her liking is not deep enough, her hatred is always deep, and she will remember him in the next half of her life.

For the rest of his life, he will only treat her alone.

*

Zhao Nanyu really didn't lie to her, the fireworks were really lighting up at the gate.

At night the wind was strong, Song Luan was standing on the window sill, the crimson-colored dress was lifted by the wind, and her coat fluttered. She felt a little cold. On the street beneath the restaurant stood people densely watching the fireworks with their faces raised. This scene is more lively than ordinary festivals.

Song Luan looked at the fireworks for a little while, and her face was blown red by the wind. She leaned on the railing, and the man behind him stood still beside her, like a door god.

The family ladies around her didn't dare to approach her. Song Luan's fingers were cold and cold, and she rubbed her hands. She was planning to go back to Yajian.

Turning around, a small familiar face suddenly appeared on her left.

Huai Jin was wearing a red dress with red lips and white teeth. The overly beautiful face was particularly dazzling in the crowd. He was about to rush to her, but was stopped by the strong man next to Song Luan.

Huai Jin's thin arms and legs naturally screwed up this fierce guard, Song Luan coughed twice, "You let him go."

The guard then spread Huai Jin.

Song Luan feels that Huai Jin seems to be a homeless child at this moment, waiting for her every day.

She stepped forward and looked at him with a sigh and asked, "Are you following along the way?"

Huai Jin nodded honestly. Although he was timid, he would never lose his memory when he was beaten. "Well! My followers can be hidden. No one can find out!"

He was still smug.

Song Luan laughed out his voice, and Huai Jin looked like a boy who was not involved in the world in any way.

She came to him and asked, "Huaijin, don't you have what you want to do?"

Always followed her, but did not have their own life.

Huai Jin squeezed his lips tightly. His original home was in Nanman, but which one was destroyed early. After being sold, he had planned to spend his whole life in a hurry.

But Song Luan later pulled him out of the mud, Huai Jin will never forget the appearance of her bright and dazzling appearance in front of herself.

Huai Jin just wanted to follow her. He usually has a mean mouth and no other friends.

He also didn't feel happy about the festive days of the New Year.

"No. I don't know what I want to do."

Song Luan frowned, "Do you miss books?"

Huai Jin shook his head, "I don't want to ignore it."

"Then do you want to do business yourself?"

"Well, it sounds very good." Huai Jin remembers that Aluan's favorite is money!

Song Luan sighed with relief and asked again: "Do you have money on you?"

Huai Jin focused on his head, and Yaowu Yangwei said: "Of course I have. I have saved a lot of money in recent years, although it is still not as good as your small vault."

Song Luan smiled happily, "Then open a shop and wait for the girl you like in the future and marry her to live a good life."

Huai Jin pretended not to hear anything and looked down at the tip of his shoe.

Song Luan touched her flat belly. She said, "Huaijin, I have a baby again. You don't have to worry about how I'm going. I treat you as a friend. Naturally, I hope you can live well in the future. "

She really didn't want to be emotionally involved with other men anymore. One Zhao Nanyu was enough for her.

Moreover, she had been palpitating for Zhao Nanyu, but from the beginning to the end, treating Huai Jin was just treating an ignorant younger brother.

Huai Jin raised his head, his eyes widened, and he was startled, "What!? What do you say!?"

Song Luan repeated with a smile, "Well, I have a baby again, so you still see me very well, don't worry about me, you are still young, it is most important to live your own life."

Huai Jin stared at her stomach, angry, he just hated Zhao Nanyu, hate that hypocrite! He just thought that Zhao Nanyu was not worthy of Song Luan. Although the two men stood together right.

He stretched out his hand to touch her belly, and fell back in the air to recover it, fearing that she might be damaged.

He grumbled dissatisfiedly, "Look, look, what did I say!"

At that time, he should have slammed Song Luan to throw He Lishu on Zhao Nanyu's face, and now there is nothing wrong with Zhao Nanyu.

Huai Jin became more angry with herself, and now Song Luan had another child, and he couldn't get away if he wanted to go.

"Okay, you don't have to be angry. Go back and think about the shop." She looked at Huai Jin kindly, and then said: "It's so cold, you have to wear more when you go out."

Huai Jin turned back angrily, "You drove me away, I will ignore you again in the future."

Song Luan did not chase him, if Huai Jin could listen to what she said, it would be a good thing.

When she went back, only Zhao Nanyu was left in the house. As for Zhao Chao, I don't know where I went.

Song Luan didn't care where he went, so he didn't even bother to ask.

She yawned lazily, threw a peanut into her mouth, and asked while eating: "When will we return home?"

Zhao Nanyu squeezed her wrist, causing her some pain. His eyes were red, covered with bloodshot eyes, and looked scary.

Song Luan asked: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Nanyu's throat choked, and it took a long time before he could speak out, "It's okay, are you tired?"

Song Luan said: "Yeah, I want to go back to bed." She chattered, and suddenly the words became more frequent. "It may be that there is a baby in the belly. The amount of sleep in these days is always more than waking up, and Even more food than before, I think I'm a lot fatter."

Zhao Nanyu listened patiently to her, a heart became more and more uncomfortable, and his chest seemed to be blocked by something.

"It's not fat, it still looks good."

Song Luan blushed and smiled back: "I'm embarrassed to say what you said."

Zhao Nanyu grinned reluctantly, "It's not to lie to you, you better look."

Eyebrows, everything he likes.

When going down the stairs, Song Luan secretly took his hand. Zhao Nanyu stopped for a moment, and then she was about to hold her tighter.

It's still early, and the streets outside are still busy.

The two of them walked hand in hand together, and when they were about to approach the door of Zhao Fu, Song Luan suddenly stopped and stood in front of Zhao Nanyu. He carried the light on his back, his expression was unclear, and she could only watch with her neck raised Clear his eyes.

Song Luan took the initiative to pounce into his arms, hugged his waist with both hands, gently sniffed the smell of his body, closed his eyes and said: "Well, I am really happy today."

"thank you."

Willing to take her out to play, and patiently accompany her.

Zhao Nanyu caressed her fine hair without waiting for him to speak, Song Luan immediately said, "If you control me in the future and often take me out to play, I might like you a little more every day ."

If at ordinary times, Zhao Nanyu heard these words, she would be in a good mood. But he was in a heavy mood tonight, and even a hypocritical smile would not pretend to come out.

He had only one word back, "Okay."

Zhao Nanyu hasn't figured out how to tell Song Luan about the child, but the longer he drags on, the deeper Song Luan's affection for this unborn child is.

Song Luan suddenly thought, it seems that life like Zhao Nanyu's life is not so terrible, if she can change him? Don't let him be the same as in the original book, and finally blacken into a pervert?

She admits that the child's appearance did dispel some of her thoughts of leaving.

Song Luan figured out some things, and his mind was broadened. By the way, Zhao Nanyu looked better and smoother, white and tender.

She tipped her toes and kissed like a dragonfly on his lips, her face was not thick enough, and she blushed and her neck was thick after the kiss.

Zhao Nanyu bent his lips, but his smile was bitter.

*

After all, Zhao Nanyu didn't say the words "leaving a child" that night. He sat in the study all night.

The next day, his eyes were red and he looked a little embarrassed.

Zhao Nanyu walked tiredly to the bedroom and opened a small box with clothes for the children he had ordered his servants to prepare in advance. His fingers gently stroked and his fingertips shivered slightly.

Zhao Nanyu looked coldly in a locked box and locked all the freshly made clothes into the box, and he would not open it again in his life.

Long pain is worse than short pain. He said earlier that Song Luan was better. He took heavy steps. He seemed to have lead under his feet and moved slowly to her house.

Song Luan lay on the rocking chair of the yard, covered with a thin blanket, and the warm sunlight fell gently on her face. She looked at ease and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Zhao Nanyu sat down beside her, did not wake her, looked at her quietly, leaned down and kissed her heart.

Song Luan opened his eyes and looked dim.

Zhao Nanyu asked: "Did I wake you up?"

Song Luan shook his head, "No, I'm dreaming!"

"What a dream, smile so sweet."

"I dreamed that the child kicked me!"

How can a child who is only two months old kick someone? Dreams are just dreams.

Zhao Nanyu squinted, "Is it?"

Song Luan was pregnant for the first time, she didn’t understand anything, and she felt everything fresh. She touched her belly happily. ."

Song Luan took his hand and put it on his lower abdomen. He said cheerfully: "If you try it, will he greet you."

Zhao Nanyu's hand stayed on it for a while, "He still can't kick people."

Song Luan replied: "I know, I just want to say hello to him in advance. Talk to him more, he will be close to me in the future."

Zhao Nanyu couldn't listen anymore, he held her little hand, those faint eyes that seemed to never see any emotion, the full of pain was almost overflowing, he looked at her, the words were coming out, on the lips After a tossing and turning, in the end, he still gave up his heart and said slowly: "Aluan, we don't want this child."

He didn't ask her if she was determined.

Song Luan was stupefied for a long time, and the whole person was stagnant. "What are you talking about?"

What does it mean?

In a frivolous sentence, I want a life.

Zhao Nanyu dreaded her gaze, swallowed her throat, and felt a bitter voice. He said bitterly, "This kid really can't want it."