The 99th Divorce

The pale and weak hand grasped the sheet underneath tightly.

Su Qianci was cold and sweaty, and his body was soaked.

In the lower abdomen, there seems to be pains and pains, something is quietly slipping away, silent, breathless ...

This feeling made her feel familiar and desperate.

Ears, it seems to echo every word that everyone said then:

"Bitch, fall down the stairs by yourself, and then push on our dream Ying? Do you think people will believe?"

"It's really a sin. The fetuses that have been more than two months old have heartbeats, but they have encountered such a mother!"

"Su Qianci, I didn't expect you to be so vicious. In order to marry Meng Ying, you don't even need your own child."

...

Everyone pointed at her, and everyone cast a contemptuous look on her.

Grandpa was very disappointed with her, and her mother-in-law hated her so much that even her father-in-law looked at her coldly.

No one knows that Tang Mengying pushed her down. No one believed that Tang Mengying pushed her down.

No one, no ...

"Deserve it, deserve it!"

"Brother Sicheng is mine, mine!"

Tang Mengying smiled with pride, standing in an abandoned warehouse in a fire and carrying a comatose Li Sicheng, laughing with pride.

Suddenly, Li Sicheng opened his eyes and looked at Su Qianci, spit out two words indifferently: "Disgusting!"

Disgusting, disgusting ...

Su Qianci, you are really disgusting!

Heart, was cruelly grasped.

She stared at the pair of people and wanted to escape subconsciously.

However, she couldn't move, she couldn't shout, she watched more and more people around her, scolding and scornful, all the voices gathered together, and they all said the same words: disgusting, sick , Disgusting, disgusting ...

"No, not me, not me ..."

Li Sicheng was lying on the bed and was sleepy, and suddenly a weak cry came from the bed.

Hopeless and helpless.

Reaching out and grabbing her flirtatious little hand, Su Qianci touched those hands, just like grabbing the life-saving straw, he was clenched in the palm of his hand.

"It's okay, it's okay ..." Li Sicheng held her hand and comforted in a low voice.

The other hand stretched out to wipe the sweat on her forehead, the movement was incredibly gentle, even he didn't think of his natural movements, so smooth.

With tears running across Su Qianci's face, his eyelids quivered a few times, Xu Xu opened it.

At a glance, I saw Li Sicheng's big hand.

Rough palm, with a little thin cocoon.

The surrounding light was a bit dim, and it was about four or five in the morning.

The hand was removed, revealing a cold, hard face behind it.

There was no light in the room, and the light was dim and faint, but this man, sitting here alone, was enough to take away all her mind.

"Wake up?" Li Sicheng saw her in a daze. "Do you want to drink water?"

Su Qianci looked at him with a daze.

A familiar face, a familiar cold.

However, strange tone, strange expression.

Who is this?

Li Sicheng?

She must be dreaming!

Li Sicheng, how could it be so gentle to speak to her?

Moreover, how could it be at this point, to stay with yourself like this?

Seeing that she did not answer, Li Sicheng turned sideways to give her a glass of warm water and put it on the table.

Immediately afterwards, she turned and lifted her carefully, as if afraid of hurting her, and whispered: "Is there anything wrong?"