Chapter 10 (1/2)

In response to her, it was Ye Jiaqing's cry.

Qi Jinnian then understood that the child she once tried to kill was indeed gone, but in such a way, she felt very sad and sad.

The child came and left again. I'm sorry, baby. My mother is tired of not protecting

The more awake Qi Jinnian is, the more painful her stomach is. The pain is so heavy and cold that she can't even moan. The cry of Ye Jiaqing also makes her sad. She knows that she must be scared of Ye Jiaqing, but she really has no strength. The most important thing is that the fart stock is worried and painful, just like to go to the toilet 。” In spite of the severe pain, Qi Jinnian whispered to Ye Jiaqing.

Ye Jia was stunned and asked, ”do you feel like defecating?”

Qi Jinnian nodded, but ye Jia said: ”the doctor said that it's normal. If you want to get on, just stay in bed. I'll clean it up for you later.”

Qi Jinnian listened and was moved with heart. He forced to endure for a while. Indeed, the feeling disappeared.

”Is that better?” Ye Jia leans her hand into the quilt of Jinnian and gently touches it. Her hand is very small and warm. It seems that it can alleviate the pain.

”Thank you, Jiaqing.” The empty Qi Jinnian sleeps in the past.

All night long, she was in a daze. The light in the ward was dimmed. She felt that she still had a hand, stroking her stomach. She thought it was Ye Jiaqing, so she felt a shadow shaking in front of her. She grabbed her hand and whispered, ”Jiaqing, don't be busy. I'm much better. You can sleep.”

The man standing in front of the bed, the tall figure completely shrouded her, her little hand, still holding a little finger of him, gently shaking, like a constant drag.

The pain made her whole face wrinkled, but she looked much better than she had just pushed out of the operating room.

He wanted to take his hand out of her hand, and when he moved, she held it tighter and murmured, ”Jiaqing, don't go...”

Gu Tianqing frowns at the mountain like eyebrows. He wants to get rid of her hand, but he hears her light Nan's voice: ”baby...”

He stood there like a sharp sword out of its sheath, but he was cold again.