Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Go away!” Cheng Junguo yelled impatiently at her.

“I'm pregnant, too.” The shepherd's heart is full of tears: “I'm pregnant with your flesh, too. ”

After listening, Cheng Junguo was surprised and then smiled sarcastically: “Who knows if this child is mine? ”

“It's yours, I only have you as a man.” Makoto grabbed Cheng Junguo's arm dead.

“This nonsense is ironic!” Cheng Junguo was agitated and angry. He threw his arm hard. Makoto was thrown out. He fell on the stairs, and his belly just hit the edge of the stairs.

Cheng Junguo didn't even look at her. He held the woman's hand and quickly left the scene.

“Junguo -" Pastoral hearts cried desperately to each other, trying to climb up. When her body pressed hard, her stomach suddenly came with pain, causing her to fall back.

“Ah..." My stomach hurts so much, I haven't waited for her to react yet. Why is my stomach hurting so much? A hot stream came out of my lower body.

Pastoral heart shocked, pale face, low head, looking down at himself, blood, slowly flowing out of his pants--

“Ah...” As soon as I saw the blood, Mahjong burst into tears.

A Land Rover is parked in front of the hotel.

The door opens and Song hastily descends from the inside.

“Pastoral Heart.” Song did not worry, she sat on the floor crying, some heartache, and when she wanted to lift her up, she saw a paralysis in her ass, and her face changed: “You...”

“Fuck off!” Makoto suddenly pushed Song's worry-free hand away and stared at her with resentment: “Don't pretend here, if it weren't for you, Junkuo wouldn't have done this to me! ”

“Makoto, are you... happy?” Song did not worry to see the more blood under her, unlike the moon, her heart tightened.

“So what? Thanks to you, I have been abandoned. Junguo is about to get engaged to Chen Jia Daqian Jin. She is still pregnant with Chengjia's flesh and blood!” The shepherd's heart was grieving, and the last sentence was almost a howl.

“Ah...” After shouting, my stomach hurts more.

“I'll take you to the hospital!” Song did not worry about her being in a mood, lifted her up and sent her to the car.

……

Hospital.

Makocchan looked at one place with hollow eyes.

Song Wuoxiao sat in front of the bed with ginger wine and looked at her painfully, "Drink some ginger bars, Pastoral Heart. ”

Little baby, she asked Song Sister to kill the chicken, bought the old ginger, cooked it with rice wine, and sent it to the pastoral heart for drinking.

Ginger wine is good for women, warms the stomach, and warms the uterus.

“…” Pastoral hearts look pathetic, eyes don't blink, stare at a place, not worried about Song, completely as air.

“You have to blame me for being able to, but don't take your health in the air.” Song said without concern.

“The child is gone...” The shepherd swallowed his heart, his voice was dull, he did not know if it was crying, or when the palace was cleared, he was anesthetized.

“You're young, raise yourself. ”

“So what if you raise yourself?” Pastoral hearts smile and tears come out of their eyes. "Can you give birth to Junguo when you're well? ”

“Toshiku doesn't love you for giving birth to a man who loves you. ”

“ …… ”

“I saw the news today that he had been with the millionaire Jinjin six months ago, that he was treading on two boats, that he was not serious about you and that it was not worth your obsession with him.” No worries about Song Leng Dao.

Pastoral hearts blinked and tears slowly flowed.

Tearful eyes, with a hint of apology, “Sister, don't worry about what you said in front of the hotel. I was heartbroken, sad, so I couldn't speak. ”

Song Fengxiao laughed: “If you curse me to beat me, it will make you comfortable. I would love to be the tool you vent for the time being. ”