Chapter 237 Mom, I Have a Stomachache

Thinking about her sarcastic words when the girl groaned in pain just now, if she hadn't misled them, they wouldn't have misunderstood the girl like this.

"Mr. Lu, we all support you and Miss Ning. When you return to China, explain to Miss Ning that we were deceived by others. Miss Ning will definitely forgive you."

Zhou Zhilei's chest was filled with anger. Who are these people scolding with a hint of meaning?

She was so angry that her teeth itched. For the first time, she felt that her dignity was trampled on.

She is the granddaughter of the world's winery king. There are many people who want to get close to her and marry her, but she is stubborn and loves Lu Shaoming, and has loved him for 26 years.

She tried her best to be a noble lady. She lived to the age of 26 with a clean mind and body, and had never been touched by a man, but when she wanted to devote herself to him, he said she was out to "sell".

Oh, why is Ning Qing enough?

She could hear their movements in the next room. It was not an exaggerated woman's scream, but a girl's extremely delicate sobbing. She didn't know why he was so cruel. The girl cried out in pain intermittently...

He couldn't help but groan at the last time. It was the first time she knew that a man could make such a hoarse and sexy sound. She blushed just by listening.

Why could he and Ning Qing finish in half an hour, while she and he stayed in the same villa for three or four days, and he didn't even look at her?

Now she accompanied him through life and death, but in the end he still didn't have her in his eyes, and she was humiliated by these lowly workers.

How could she be willing?

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Ning Qing walked out of the hotel gate. It was around 8 or 9 o'clock in the evening outside. The wind was very cold. She closed her down jacket tightly and tried to find a little warmth for herself.

Standing on the street, she called a taxi and got in. "Master, take me to the airport."

Yes, to the airport. She wanted to go back to China and go home.

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20 minutes later, the taxi stopped outside the airport gate. She got off and walked into the airport lobby.

Fortunately, there was a flight back to China in ten minutes. She bought the ticket, holding her aching belly with one hand, and stood in the hall waiting.

At this time, "Hi, girl." A handsome and sunny foreign guy came up to chat.

Ning Qing had no interest in chatting. She smiled at the guy with kindness and lowered her eyes.

The guy was still enthusiastic. He pointed at Ning Qing's pink down jacket and asked her to look back.

Ning Qing felt strange. She looked back and saw that the corner of her pink down jacket was stained with some red.

Ning Qing blushed. She didn't know what she was thinking just now. At this moment, she felt it carefully and felt a little hot liquid rushing out from her lower body, like the period.

No wonder she had a stomachache, like the feeling of falling during the day.

Ning Qing couldn't tell whether she was disappointed in her heart that she was not pregnant.

On New Year's Eve, she didn't leave his seed.

Her beautiful Lu Shaoming finally disappeared without a trace.

Because the black pants couldn't see the blood, but where she sat just now had stained her pink down jacket. Ning Qing was embarrassed. She anxiously looked at the flight. She was unfamiliar with the place and couldn't tell the direction. She didn't know where to buy sanitary napkins quickly.

The young man saw her embarrassment, turned and left, and appeared again two minutes later, holding a pack of sanitary napkins for girls and handed it to her.

Ning Qing's eyes lit up. This time in Finland, she never thought that getting a pack of sanitary napkins would be her greatest joy.

When people are in despair, it is really easy to satisfy.

"Thank you." Ning Qing thanked him with curved eyebrows.

The young man shrugged, thinking that it was a piece of cake.

Ning Qing looked at the bathroom sign, and she waved to the young man while running. This was the only warmth she received in Finland. Thank you very much.

Turning around, Ning Qing was already in tears.

...

It was the second night when she flew back to China, the Ning family villa.

Yue Wanqing cooked in the kitchen. She wanted to go upstairs and call Ning Zhenguo in the study for dinner, but when she walked into the living room, she found that the door of the villa was not closed, as if someone had come in.

"Is Qingqing back?" Yue Wanqing closed the door in confusion and walked towards Ning Qing's room.

Sure enough, the door of the room was not closed. There was a petite person curled up on the bed. Yue Wanqing smiled gently, "Qingqing, what's wrong with you, kid? Why did you come back without a sound and didn't even close the door?"

The person on the bed didn't answer her. Yue Wanqing stepped forward and stretched out her hand to pull off the quilt covering the girl's face. "You are so old, why do you still sleep with your head covered with a quilt..."

Yue Wanqing's voice stopped abruptly.

Ning Qing was curled up on the bed sideways. She was originally petite, but now she was a pink ball that could not be seen at all without careful observation, which made people feel distressed.

Yue Wanqing saw that her two small hands were tightly covering her lower abdomen, and her small face as big as a palm was buried in the soft pillow. The beautiful hair on her cheeks fell down and blocked her entire face.

Yue Wanqing was startled. She reached out and tucked her daughter's hair behind her ear, revealing half of her soft side eyes. Her face and forehead were covered with dense sweat.

"Qingqing, Qingqing, what's wrong with you?" Yue Wanqing's pupils contracted violently. She touched her daughter's little face and asked nervously.

Ning Qing heard her mother's voice in a daze. She stretched out her little hand and held her mother's warm hand, and moaned weakly, "Mom, my stomach hurts."

Yue Wanqing quickly held Ning Qing's little hand back, "Qingqing, why are your hands so cold? Tell me what's wrong and why you have a stomachache. I'll take you to the hospital."

Ning Qing held her mother's hand against her cheek, like a poor little pet on the roadside who finally found a warm home. She pouted her pale lips and rubbed the back of her mother's hand a little bit, acting like a daughter, "Mom, I'm on my period, so I have a stomachache. You don't need to go to the hospital."

"Is your period on? Didn't you have stomachache before? Why does it hurt now?"

Ning Qing closed her eyes gently. She didn't dare to say it. She couldn't tell her mother that she was kicked, and she couldn't tell her mother that she and Lu Shaoming... were too intense.

She felt pain in the hotel room, and she couldn't relax. He probably felt too exciting. The first time was a bit hasty, and the second time was the beginning of a long journey.

Yue Wanqing frowned, "Qingqing, Mom will make you a hot water bag and a bowl of brown sugar water for you to drink."

"Oh." Ning Qing nodded obediently.

Yue Wanqing made a hot water bag and placed it next to Ning Qing's lower abdomen, and helped her sit up to drink brown sugar water.

Leaning in her mother's arms, Ning Qing felt her stomach churning when she smelled the brown sugar water, and she wanted to vomit.

"Mom, I don't want to drink it." Ning Qing looked at her mother pitifully.

"You can't not drink it, dear, drink it while it's hot, and your stomach won't hurt so much after you drink it." Yue Wanqing coaxed her.

Ning Qing didn't insist anymore, she took her mother's hand and drank it in small sips.

Yue Wanqing looked at her daughter's weak and well-behaved appearance. Her lips, which were slightly pink, gently pressed against the edge of the bowl. It can be seen that she didn't like to drink it. She drank it in small sips very delicately. The two rows of butterfly-like long eyelashes fell quietly, with a bit of heartache and pitiful charm.

Yue Wanqing felt strange, she asked, "Qingqing, didn't you go to Europe to find Shaoming? What happened? What happened?"

Ning Qing shook her head, her soft voice was very pleasant, "No, Shaoming and I are going well, he took me shopping, and took me to a candlelight dinner."

After drinking a bowl of brown sugar water, Yue Wanqing gently put Ning Qing on the bed, she sighed, "If this is the case, it's good, I don't know when Shaoming can recover his memory, we can work hard in one or two years, what if it takes ten or twenty years?"

Yue Wanqing turned around and put the bowl on the desk.

Ning Qing closed her eyes and turned over, facing the wall to sleep, she buried her little face in the pillow, tears flowed too fast, she couldn't hold it back at all, she bit her lower lip with her fine teeth like scallops to prevent herself from crying out loud.

Yue Wanqing came back again. She sat by the bed and covered Ning Qing with a blanket. "Qingqing, is your stomachache better?"

Ning Qing nodded vigorously, "Mom, I want to sleep."

"Okay, you take a nap. Mom will go to the kitchen to make you some donkey-hide gelatin glutinous rice porridge. Eat some when you wake up."

Ning Qing didn't say anything. She seemed to be very sleepy and fell asleep. Yue Wanqing didn't disturb her. She dimmed the lights in the room and walked out.

...

Ning Qing dared to let go of her lower lip only after her mother left. There was a sweet and fishy taste of blood in her mouth. She bit herself and bled.

The bloody taste in her mouth was so uncomfortable. She retched twice in her throat, but nothing came out. Only her eyes were blurred by the flood of tears.

The broken and panting sobs were too urgent. She choked twice. She was afraid that her mother would come in at any time. She pinched her little pink fist to her lips and bit it lightly.

When can her Lu Shaoming come back?

For the first time, she felt a little desperate.

Her Lu Shaoming, did he know that at this moment, his beloved little wife was in the dark with no one around, with sorrow flowing like a river.

In fact, she missed him so much.

In fact, she was also afraid.

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Yue Wanqing returned to Ning Qing's room, and the girl really fell asleep. She had been catching a plane for the past three or four days and had not closed her eyes. She was very tired.

"Qingqing." Yue Wanqing gently patted Ning Qing's little shoulder, and the sleeping girl turned over. Her face was very dry, without tears, but the tip of her nose was red.

Yue Wanqing frowned distressedly, her own daughter knew that she had lost a lot of weight since Lu Shaoming lost his memory.

Don't look at her on the surface, she is happy and heartless, in fact, she doesn't want to worry her family and friends, and she hides her suffering and pressure secretly.

Yue Wanqing looked at the dark blue under her daughter's eyes, and finally didn't wake her up, just let her sleep.

When she wanted to get up, she found some blood on her daughter's fingers. She looked closely and saw that her daughter was wearing a black sweater with large sleeves that covered her small hands. Now there were traces of dryness on the sleeves.

Yue Wanqing gently rolled up the sleeves, but couldn't. The wool on the sleeves stuck to the palm of her left hand. There was a small bloody patch on her palm, as if it was torn when she was knocked down and rubbed against the concrete floor.