Wu Yuqing seemed to see the straw and grasped his arm tightly, "a Rui, save my child..."

"Don't cry, I'll take you to the hospital!" Feng churui picked her up, raised his eyes and took a deep look at Wu Xuewei standing on the stairs.

At that glance, it was extremely cold.

Wu Xuewei's heart contracted and she almost wanted to stand unstable.

"You'd better pray that the child is all right." Feng churui takes back his eyes and walks away with Wu Yuqing in his arms.

Wu Xuewei softened her legs, held the handrail and squatted down slowly. She leaned her head against the handrail, pressed her heart with one hand, gasped, and stared at the pool of blood on the floor. It was Wu Yuqing's blood.

Her child may have been pushed away by her wrong hand.

Feng churui said, "you'd better pray that the child is all right." when he was worried about Wu Yuqing, he wouldn't know that she also had a child of his in her stomach!

She won't forget that his cold eye was like countless knives stabbing her and cutting her to pieces.

Silent tears, her sadness, her pain, her confession, no one knows.

Feng churui and Wu Yuqing are like two executioners. It is clear that they hurt her before. Why do they appear in front of her?

Yes, she pushed Wu Yuqing down the stairs by mistake. She admitted her mistake. She didn't mean it.

If time could go back, she would rather be the one who rolled down the stairs than be a murderer who killed her children!

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Standing at the corner of the corridor with her back against the cold wall, Wu Xuewei looked laxly at the ceiling. At the end of the corridor was the emergency room. Wu Yuqing was still in the emergency room. Feng churui stood outside the emergency room separated by a door, bowed her head and looked dark.

Time, minute by minute, delays Wu Xuewei's heart.

She didn't dare to go forward. She was afraid to see his cold eyes again. What's more, she was afraid of his disgusting expression.

The door of the emergency room opened and Wu Yuqing was pushed out. Feng churui stepped forward and asked the doctor, "doctor, has the child been saved?"

The doctor pulled down his mask and shook his head reluctantly: "mayor, we tried our best, but the fetus still couldn't be saved. Miss Wu is still young. Keep her body well, and the child can have it again in the future."

Feng churui was absent-minded for a long time before he nodded and sent Wu Yuqing to the ward with the nurse.

Wu Xuewei came out from the corner and stopped the doctor. She was too far away. She couldn't hear what they were saying just now.

She clenched her fingers nervously: "doctor, Miss Wu's child... How's it going?"

The doctor looked at her suspiciously. Seeing that she didn't look like a bad person, he told her: "Miss Wu's child has been exiled and hasn't been saved."

Wu Xuewei didn't know how she got out of the hospital. She just felt that she had never felt so cold in winter.

Shivering with cold and trembling teeth, she hugged herself and wanted to give herself a little warmth, but it was just in vain.

It's cold all over. How can it produce warmth.

Step by step, walking aimlessly, the villa dare not return. Where is Wu Yuqing's blood, reminding her that she is an executioner, killing a child's life.

Suddenly, she ran back crazy and all the way back to the hospital.

Standing at the door of Wu Yuqing's ward, Wu Xuewei heard her heartbreaking cry. Wu Xuewei stared down at her toes and hesitated for a long time before she opened the door of the sick room.