Chapter 198

This is just the beginning. Zhou Yun doesn't believe that Xiaoxing is Lu Yan's child, and even less does she believe that her stomach will be Lu Yan's child. First, she took Xiaoxing to do a detailed DNA identification privately. Later, she was dragged to the hospital with a big stomach. Zhou Yun asked the doctor to extract amniotic fluid for identification.

She didn't know the result of identification, where there was a mistake, the Zhou Yun she saw again was more ferocious than ever.

With a cold face and expressionless face, she let people drag the metaphor to the hospital. In the hospital, waiting for the metaphor is the cold equipment, the cold doctor, and the pungent smell of medicine.

Zhou Yun said only one sentence: "knock out the wild seed in her stomach, we Lu family can't leave the wild seed."

Metaphor can't avoid the siege of so many people. She is pressed on the operating table. Everyone ignores her begging for mercy and her struggle. She tells Zhou Yun again and again that this is Lu Yan's child, not someone else's.

But no one wanted to listen to her.

Everyone is just like the tools of the assembly line, ruthless and cold, a cold face, pressing her, her eyes black with pain, convulsions, blurred eyes, memory fault.

At that time, she smelled the rich blood. She thought she couldn't make it. She heard that Zhou Yun decided to let her continue to induce labor without any temperature. She heard Xu Yingxia gloating that you are not ah Yan's child in your stomach, and ah Yan also decided not to have this child.

Metaphorically, perhaps, the driving force that supported her at that time was her hatred for Lu Yan.

She didn't want to hate Lu Yan, but those hatred could not be covered up or eliminated.

Yes, when she was pregnant, Lu Yan seemed to care for her and to be gentle with her. He provided her with a house, food and servants, but he also put her baby in danger without any scruple.

If he didn't imprison her, if he wasn't around, if it wasn't his mother, if it wasn't his ex girlfriend, then her child would not die and would grow up safely.

With the thought of metaphor, the eyes become hot and red unconsciously.

If he is still there, he will be bigger and higher than Lu Shumu

Yuyu didn't dare to think about it any more. She clenched her lower lip and took a deep breath. She broke down a little. She broke away from Lu Yan's arms.

Lu Yan made up his mind to hear the answer of the metaphor. He asked again in a deep voice: "metaphor, talk, you didn't want that child, didn't you want to give birth to my child?"

Yan Yu's black eyes were filled with anger. Her sneer overflowed her lips. She sneered: "I don't want it?" She trembled with anger. "Why should I have a baby for you? Lu Yan, who do you think you are? When all women are willing to give birth to children for you? "

Lu Yan's eyes were cold for a few minutes. He grabbed her small chin, pulled her face, forced her to look at him, and his voice revived: "answer me, didn't you really want that child?"

What if you want to, what if you don't?

No matter what her choice is, the child is no longer there!

Yu's eyes are frozen, but the deep ice is on fire again. She doesn't understand why Lu Yan still refuses to let go of things that have been so long. Yanyu's curly eyelashes are shaking gently. She stares at Lu Yan's expression and raises a sneering radian on her lips: "I don't want to have any more children with you. You should know that little star is different. She is a test tube baby. She is my own choice. She is a child born with hope. In my eyes, she has long been more than your child It's too late. Except for her, any child who has a relationship with you and me at the same time, I feel uncomfortable. "

These words, each word is wrapped in the cold wind, sweeping the cold current of winter, so that Lu Yan's whole body is cool, and his bone marrow is cold.

Is only the little star the child whose hope is born?

Lu Yan's pupils were contracting heavily, and his words were clearly stinging the nerves in his mind.

What hope the little star reposes is obvious.

At that time, the words just came out of the shadow of her lover's death, and she longed to give birth to a child who would look like Cheng Yan.

Lu Yan lowered his eyelids and laughed sarcastically, with an indifferent smile.

Lu Yan, to put it bluntly, is just a tool that happens to appear and is easy to use.

Lu Yan's facial features became sharp. Word by word, he squeezed out words from his teeth: "metaphor, you have the ability to say it again!"

Yu Yu looks at his angry appearance, but suddenly he has a light sense of revenge in his chest. After so many days of depression, he finally has a place to vent.

Yu sneered and repeated the last sentence one by one: "except for little star, any child who has a relationship with you and me at the same time makes me feel uncomfortable and disgusted."

Lu Yan breathed heavily.

"Words, metaphors!"Two words squeezed out of his throat. He clenched his teeth and clenched his fist. The mat was wrapped in a cold fist. It hit the wall of the hotel and made a dull sound. Yanyu Gancui took this opportunity to make it clear: "Lu Yan, I don't know what you're going to do when you suddenly appear beside me. I just want to tell you that if you just want to see the little stars, I'll let you see them, but don't think about anything else. I have no feelings for you, and the little star has forgotten you. Your sudden appearance now will only destroy our peaceful and beautiful life. When you gave the little star to me three years ago, you hoped that she and I could have a peaceful life, right

Looking at the expression of the words, Lu Yan suddenly felt that the words were strange. One of his hearts was completely cold, wrapped in a cold air, so cold that his blood seemed to be frozen.

After three years of metaphor is not already no feelings? Has emotion been blocked for a long time?

That's why you're so cold?

With that, Yanyu wants to go back to the hotel room. Before he turns around, he is held by the man's wrist. The man's fingers are slender, and the joints are clear. His strength is not light at all. Yanyu feels that the carpal bones are about to be crushed, and her brows are tightly twisted with pain.

Before she could react, the man suddenly reached out and pulled her in his direction.

Her back hit the wall hard and there was a pain in her shoulder blades. The next second, her lips were blocked by the man's thin lips, her hand was clenched, raised, and firmly fixed on her head.