Chapter 1

The night was deep.

Fucheng a maternity hospital, cold operating room, eye is a pale.

On the operating table, there was a thin woman with beautiful face, but now she was very pale. Her long golden hair soaked in sweat adhered to her white neck, and her breath was weak.

She closed her eyes quietly, frowning painfully into a knot.

Standing on one side of the doctor regretfully shook his head, and finally picked up the cold light of the scalpel extended to the woman has been bleeding under the body.

"Now start the Qinggong operation!"

The doctor whispered, and the woman on the operating table's eyelashes trembled, leaving a string of hot and humid tears at the corner of her eyes.

Her children

No more

Pale slender hands gradually grasp the tight under the white sheet, tightly closed his eyes.

When the woman was pushed out of the operating room, a man in a white shirt, but covered with blood, hurried forward, and his gentle and elegant eyebrows were full of pain and worry.

He asked anxiously, "doctor, how is she?"

The middle-aged doctor took a look at him and said, "the child hasn't been saved. Adults need to rest!"

The man's face was filled with happiness and thanks to the doctor gratefully.

Women wake up in two hours, just the man surprised to see her, warm voice with excited trill, "Chuqing, you wake up!"

The woman called Chuqing blinked weakly in response.

Then he looked around the room and said nothing.

Her quiet eyes looked at the white ceiling, and a thin layer of fog gradually appeared in her eyes.

Silence brings sadness rendering the whole ward, the man sitting at the head of the bed quietly looking at her.

For a long time, Chuqing turned his head, pale lips slightly opened and closed, the man slightly leaned over and listened.

"And he?"

The man's face was slightly stunned, his forehead was bright and clean, and his masseter muscles on both sides were tight.

The corner of the woman's mouth slightly hooked, showing a bitter smile.

It's stupid of her to ask such stupid questions.

She shook her head, reached for the man's sleeve, "Gu Yian, thank you! Don't tell him about me. It's unnecessary. "

"Sheng Yuchen..."

Gu Yian suddenly stood up from the bedside, his usual warm face became ferocious.

He stood at the edge of the bed, trying to endure something, all over the body taut, shaking badly, finally opened the door and rushed out.

“……”

Mu Chuqing's cold eyes are already in despair. She slowly closes her eyes, gently puts one hand on her stomach and breathes a long breath.

In the heart only remains some things, finally vanishes completely in this moment.

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Mu Chuqing left hospital two weeks ago and returned to her "home" for self-cultivation. She has not seen him for more than a month.

Xishanju is her "home".

Luxury, gorgeous European style, accurate to every line are fine to let people sigh, expensive and exquisite furniture, magnificent design, here is like a Western Palace.

And the romance that is unique to the west is hard to find here.

It's raining outside the window. The cold wind blows the rain on the window wantonly. The luxurious purple curtains are blown up by the wind coming in through the cracks of the window. The beautiful dark red rose patterns are a little enchanting at night.

The villa was dark. Mu Chuqing looked out of the window. Under his messy long golden hair, he had a bloodless face with a smile and held a document tightly in his hand.

Late at night, the light of the car's headlights flashed out of the window, tight. Then came the sound of the door slamming shut