Chapter 1637

Hua Yihan's eyes immediately contained crystal, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch rigidly.

What should she say? Wasn't she very talkative in the past? How did Shen Zeyu get the upper hand. Still twitching, Hua Yihan's whole body began to tremble.

The lower abdomen began to ache faintly. Although it didn't come as fast as the office just now, the pain became stronger and stronger. It exacerbated the painful expression on her face.

Shen Zeyu looked at it calmly. Hua Yihan's face gradually turned pale, and even there were dense beads of sweat on the top. But I don't know why, there was another pleasure in his heart, and a smile was aroused at the corners of his mouth.

After sweeping Hua Yihan's body, with the pleasure of revenge, Shen Zeyu suddenly left a dark red flowing down Hua Yihan's legs.

"PATA! PATA!" the deep red blood fell on the ground. With Hua Yihan's body tilted, he was about to hit the ground.

Shen Zeyu's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. He came forward and held Hua Yihan's body. His hand was slowly raised. The palmprint was full of bright red.

Tang Yixuan screamed and covered his mouth with his hands. However, he saw Shen Zeyu's cold eyes thrown at him. He was so frightened that he swallowed the rest of the fright into his stomach.

Ignoring Tang Yixuan, Shen Zeyu quickly got up, held Hua Yihan in his arms, and rushed out of the hotel door.

"Yihan, wake up, wake up." Shen Zeyu was really flustered, and his limbs were numb to almost stiff.

Fortunately, it was just a temporary lunch. He parked the car on the side of the road, pulled open the back seat and put Hua Yihan in steadily.

He turned and walked quickly to the cockpit, but his hands were shaking with the steering wheel.

Don't do anything, don't! Shen Zeyu looked at the woman in the mirror. Her face was as pale as a piece of paper. Hua Yihan half narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth made a painful sound.

Shen Zeyu calmed down and stepped on the accelerator.

All the way to the hospital, seeing Hua Yihan pushed into the examination room.

Why did he do that? Why? Are you satisfied now? How happy it was to see Hua Yihan's injured expression, but now a heart is torn like pain again.

Shen Zeyu regretted, clenched his fist with one hand and hit the cold wall of the hospital.

Time soon, the door of the examination room opened from inside, and a doctor in green came out with mottled blood stains on his milky white gloves.

"Sorry, I have miscarried." a very flat voice.

Shen Zeyu was struck by lightning. The pupil was infinitely enlarged, shook his head with disbelief, came forward and grabbed the doctor's shoulders.

"What did you say?" Shen Zeyu's tone was extremely cold, as if he had frozen his whole body for a moment.

"I said your wife had miscarried!" the doctor gave a loud voice and stared at Shen Zeyu with angry eyes, as if he had never seen such an irresponsible man since he became a doctor. "Didn't anyone tell you that the fetal Qi of a pregnant woman is unstable in the first three months? It seems that she is pregnant for two months. How can she ask?"

With a big white eye, the doctor turned angrily and lost Shen Zeyu alone in the corridor.

"Miscarriage? Two months?" Shen Zeyu read carefully. His head was about to burst as if it had been suddenly tightened. He suddenly raised his head and the blood vessels on his neck suddenly appeared "ah!"

A tearing roar echoed repeatedly in the corridor of the hospital.

Knowing that Hua Yihan was weakly pushed out of the examination room, Shen Zeyu still sat on the ground. The woman's face was still pale without blood, but there was blood on it one by one. Hua Yihan's eyes were empty and she gently tilted her head and looked at Shen Zeyu on the ground.

It's over, they're completely over. Even the witness of that love was not left.

The weak hand slowly raised. Hua Yihan gently touched his belly as usual, and two lines of tears flowed down.

At the moment, Shen Zeyu's eyes were shining. Seeing Hua Yihan coming out, he suddenly bounced up from the ground. Bend over to Hua Yihan.

I don't know what to say. My mouth is just slightly entangled. Those eyes that are ready to shed tears scan the woman's body.

Hua Yihan doesn't want to look at Shen Zeyu any more.

Into the ward. Hua Yihan had just been carried to the hospital bed, the door of the ward was pushed in a hurry, and then four old people crowded in.

"Is Zeyu true? Yihan is already pregnant?" Liu Yalan asked, and then four old people flocked to Hua Yihan's hospital bed.

"Miscarriage." bland. Shen Zeyu stood in the distance and just looked at everything in front of him.

There was a faint cry in the room, including Hua Minzhi, Liu Yalan, and even two old fathers who choked.

Shen Zeyu seemed to have no reason to control. Silently, the crystal in his eyes crossed his face.