Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Du Tingting's eyes were red, and tears were falling.

"I think we were betraying Qiuqiu when we gave birth to this child." Du Tingting thought of Mu Qiu who was suffering alone in the hospital.

"Given him, Qiu'er will definitely feel that we have abandoned her. If she knows that I am pregnant, she will definitely lose the desire to survive. Husband, we can't be so cruel to Qiu'er."

Mu Mian was not feeling well. He pressed Du Tingting back into his arms, squeezed his fists, and vowed: "Don't worry, you will survive in autumn, and you and the child in your stomach will survive too!"

Du Tingting's cry suddenly stopped.

Mu Mian thought it was his comfort that had worked, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly heard Du Tingting say: "Today, I saw the heart transplant gene antibody test report in your safe."

Mu Mian was stiff.

Du Tingting pushed Mu Mian's hands away, she raised her head and stared at Mu Mian with tears.

Du Tingting took a deep breath, and then had the courage to ask him: "You take Song Fei's blood to match Qiu'er, you..." Du Tingting voice tremblingly questioned: "Are you planning to kill Song? Fei, dug her heart to save Qiu'er!"

Mu Mian's eyes were shining, and there was no reply, but his face paled with naked eyes.

Du Tingting said sadly: "That's Song Song's sister! Mu Mian, why are you so cruel to kill someone else's daughter for our daughter?"

Mu Mian tried to argue, "But she is just a vegetable!"

Du Tingting pressed her heart and shook her head in pain, "vegetative? The vegetable in your mouth, she woke up! If Song Fei suddenly woke up and disappeared, would you have to dig her heart for Qiu'er. You said, didn't you? !"

Facing Du Tingting's questioning, Mu Mian's mouth seemed to be stitched together with needles and threads, and she couldn't open it.

Du Tingting knew what his silence meant.

Du Tingting looked at Mu Mian's gaze and gradually became stranger.

She staggered backwards and fell to the side of the bed. Du Tingting lowered her head, with her hands and ten fingers deeply inserted in the gaps in her long hair, pulling her hair in pain, she said to herself: "How could you be such a person, how could you?"

"The kind Mu Mian I know, where has he gone?"

Du Tingting looked up at Mu Mian.

Mu Mian had froze into a stone sculpture. Hearing Du Tingting's repeated questions, his heart was bleeding, he was ashamed, but he had no regrets. But he also felt unbearable, and Mu Mian was ashamed for Du Tingting to see him so cruel and ruthless.

"Song Fei is Song Song's elder sister." Du Tingting shed tears, "Mu Mian. You face Song Song every day, don't you feel distressed? Whenever Song Song asks you about Song Fei's whereabouts, How did you talk to her without changing your face?"

"Mu Mian, do you have no regrets?"

Innocent Du Tingting never thought that not only Song Fei was the organ donor Mu Mian gave to Mu Qiuyang, but even Song Ci, whom she regarded as her own daughter, was just an organ donor.

Seeing Mu Mian remained silent, Du Tingting's mood eventually collapsed. She picked up the pastry box on the bedside table and threw it over at Mu Mian. "say something!"

The box was so light that it wouldn't hurt Mu Mian. One of the coconut **** rolled out, leaving some white crumbs on Mu Mian's face.

Mu Mian looked at the boxes and coconut **** scattered on the ground before his feet, and was silent for a long time...

For a long time, a hoarse and desperate voice came from Mu Mian's mouth: "What can I do?"

Hearing the sound, Du Tingting suddenly raised her head and stared at Mu Mian without saying a word.

Mu Mian lowered his head and met Du Tingting's eyes.

The man's eyes are so fragile and painful. "We are just such a child. She is our baby. Since she was born, we have given her the deepest love. Qiuer said she fell and she fell. She is really dead. You will definitely not be able to bear the mourning. Female pain."

"It's not just you, but me too."

"Tingting, I, like you, can't accept the possibility that Qiuer will die at any time." Mu Mian squeezed his fist, his nails almost sinking into the flesh because of the force. "I think she is alive! Live well! She is alive within a few days, so I watched her die, I can't do it..."

Mu Mian squatted on the ground, and he shouted in despair: "I can't do it! I just want her to live! I think my daughter is alive, am I wrong!" Finally he shouted out, Mu Mian's The sound is broken.

He was crying, and the cry of the middle-aged man was the most sad.

Du Tingting looked at Mu Mian blankly. This was the second time she saw Mu Mian crying. The first time was on their wedding day, the moment he put on her a ring, the **** man cried.

Du Tingting slid from the bed to the ground. She knelt and moved to Mu Mian's side and hugged Mu Mian.

"Mu Mian." Du Tingting hugged Mu Mian's trembling shoulders and lowered her head to kiss Mu Mian's head. "Mu Mian, don't let the man I love become a murderer..."

Mu Mian hugged her tightly, sobbing, heartbreaking.

"Sorry, sorry Tingting..."

God knows how torment Mu Mian has been during this time.

Seeing Mu Qiu who was getting thinner and lowered on the hospital bed, Mu Mian was distraught. Looking at Song Ci's bright and flawless smiling face, Mu Mian didn't feel ashamed. Going home to meet Du Tingting, who is gentle and considerate, Mu Mian wants to pull her to cry tiredly.

Finally, Du Tingting discovered his dirty and despicable behavior.

He is like an annoying maggot.

This night, they hugged each other and wept bitterly.

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In the early morning of the next day, Song Ci was once again woken up by a timed alarm clock. She yawned, looked at the bright sky, cursed Han Zhan in a low voice, and then got out of bed to wash and change clothes.

Han Zhanchen finished the exercise, took a shower and went downstairs, and saw Song Ci preparing breakfast. As he wished, it was the hot and sour rice noodles he ordered yesterday.

Wearing a black apron, Song Ci stood by the dining table and waved to him, "Brother Han, come and **** craft."

Han Zhan walked over without expectation. Sitting down, picking up his chopsticks, Han Zhan took a sip of rice noodles under Song Ci's gaze. After only one bite, Han Zhan stopped his chopsticks and looked at Song Ci with some surprise.

"How is it?" Song Ci was like a kindergarten kid waiting to be praised.

Han Zhan said: "Rice noodles are delicious." He had seen Song Ci's weight-loss meal. After eating her fried rice, he had no expectations of her cooking skills. He didn't expect the hot and sour rice noodles to taste good. .

Song Ci triumphed, "I watched the tutorial video several times yesterday."

Han Zhan thought about Song Ci's way of watching food videos and learning to cook, feeling soft in his heart.

Song Ci struck the iron while it was hot, and grasped Han Zhan’s left hand on the table, and said with affection, “Brother Han, I don’t know how to cook, but for you, I’m willing to learn. I’m looking for a cooking lady. Later, let me feel what it is like to take care of the man I love deeply." She brought Han Zhan's hand to her mouth and lowered her head to kiss.

Han Zhan's fingers shrank, but Song Ci squeezed it tightly, not allowing him to withdraw it.

The little girlfriend is too passionate and romantic, and Han Zhan can't stand it.

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