Chapter 3 She died again and again

"Okay, it's not impossible to give you back that little bastard, but you have to kowtow to me, and kowtow to my satisfaction, and then I'll give your bastard to you." Luo Yu sneered, and she liked to see Luo Qing helpless.

In recent years, Luo Qing was helpless when she was sent to the hospital for every abortion.

The helpless look was a little sad.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Luo Yu's mind. Could Luoqing's pitiful appearance make Long Muye unable to let go?

No matter what, Long Muye never said he would divorce Luo Qing.

Luo Qing's mind flashed all of Xiaojin's crumpled face. Such a small child, how is his situation? As soon as she bit her teeth, she had to say, "Okay, I kowtow."

Sitting up strenuously, just sitting up, she was sweating all over.

The pain in the abdomen made her teeth tremble.

But she couldn't care about anything. She just got out of bed with the pain of the wound. When she knelt down, her whole body was shaking.

It hurt. She felt it.

Luo Yu looked down at Luo Qing who was kneeling down. "Kowtow. Otherwise, you won't see your Xiaojin in your life, hahaha."

Luo Qing leaned down slowly with pain, one, two ...

Every time she kowtowed, she felt as if she had died.

But for Xiaojin, she was willing.

That was her child. Even if she was only pregnant for more than six months, he was also the meat falling from her body. Long Muye didn't care about this child, but he was her baby.

Baby, you must survive.

Blood flowed down the abdomen.

Dyeing Luo Qing's clothes, and the cold floor below her.

She didn't know how many times she had done it.

Luo Qing only had mechanical kowtow. Her brain was blank, and the exquisite leather shoes of Luo Yu in front of her eyes were more and more blurred.

A series of footsteps came slowly. Luo Yu's heart was beating, and she could hear the footsteps approaching the door, so she immediately bent over, falsely holding Luo Qing's waist with her hands, saying softly:

"Sister, even if you don't like me, you don't have to get out of bed and hit me. I'll go to your place and let you hit and scold. You see, you're bleeding again." Before the end of this sentence, the door behind her opened.

Long Muye came in and watched Luo Qing stand up weakly. Her abdomen was bloody, and the ground was bloody. He untied his tie impatiently, "don't want to live, do you? If you don't want to live, just jump out of the building. After the operation, you want to hit and scold Luo Yu. Don't you feel sick? I look at you and feel sick. Luo Yu. Let's go and don't have to pay attention to her. "

Luo Qing shuddered, and at this time she couldn't care about anything. She pushed Luo Yu hard and kneeled down again. "Long Muye, what about Xiaojin? I beg you to give him back to me. "

She missed her baby. Now her mind was full of her Xiaojin. Was he still alive?

"Luo Yu, are you okay?" Long Muye ignored Luo Qing, and directly crossed her trembling body and embraced Luo Yu, who just stumbled and stood firm.

Luo Qing's heart quivered. At this time, in the eyes of Long Muye, everything about Luo Yu was far more important than the person who just had the operation.

Even if it was almost a fake fall, Luo Yu was more important than her with a bloody body.

With a cold smile, Luo Qing slowly got up and didn't see the man and woman hugging each other. She walked out of the ward in pain step by step. Long Muye didn't tell her, so she went to find Xiaojin herself.

Blood, with her footsteps, dripped all over the ground.