One Thousand Three Hundred and Fifty-Seven Let's Have a Baby (I)

Song Zhixing lay in Tang Yu's arms. In the end, he was so confused that he didn't know anything except the pain in his chest.

I don't know how long it took, but she slowly opened her eyes. Song Zhixing saw Tang Yu at a glance. She saw him sitting on the sofa in the ward, holding his forehead with his hands. Looking from her direction, he could see that his profile looked a bit tired. As if he sensed that she would wake up, he suddenly turned around. The two people's eyes met. Tang Yu's eyes fluctuated several times, mixed with deep pain, but it was silent.

Song Zhixing's eyes tightened.

His dry lips quivered, and Tang Yu stood up and sat down by the bed. He held the back of her head with one hand, holding her against his chest, and brought the water from the bedside to her pale lips with the other hand.

She seemed to be thirsty for a long time and took two quick sips.

"Drink slowly, don't choke." He whispered, his voice also dry.

"Are you hungry?" Tang Yu asked.

She drank the water and shook her head.

Tang Yu pressed the bell on the bedside and said, "You haven't eaten for a long time. Even if you're not hungry, drink some soup to relieve your stomach."

Song Zhixing wanted to say something else, but looking at Tang Yu, he said nothing. The hospital nurse walked into the ward carrying hot soup. He wanted to use the small table on the table, but Tang Yu stopped him, "Just give it to me. Just go out."

"Yes, Second Master." The nurse said, silently closing the door and going out.

Tang Yu sat on the bedside, patiently ladling soup and blowing on it. I blew it until the temperature dropped slightly, tried it, and then brought it to her lips. She looked at Tang Yu like this infatuatedly, feeling all sorts of things in her heart. She didn't refuse anymore, but opened her mouth obediently and drank the soup. Tang Yu's originally gloomy expression finally turned a little better.

Song Zhixing actually had no appetite at all, but she seemed to be numb at the moment. As Tang Yu fed her, she drank one mouthful after another until the entire bowl of soup was finished.

"Have a rest and I'll take you out of the hospital later."

Tang Yu put the bowl on the bedside and rubbed her cheek tenderly with his fingers. Song Zhixing grabbed his finger, fluttered his eyelashes, and said in a light voice: "Can I call the police?"

He paused for breath.

The next moment, he kissed her on the cheek and said, "I've already booked the flight. Don't you want to go on a honeymoon? I'll take you out after you have a few days of rest.

"

"Tang Yu, your mother is so important to you - so important that you can turn a blind eye even to crimes. I am also a daughter, and my parents were killed. If I turn a blind eye like you, I am still worthy of being one of them. My daughter? Put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if you were in my shoes?

"..." Tang Yu didn't say anything, he just stared at her with complicated eyes.

Song Zhixing suddenly broke away from his arm, picked up the phone on the bedside, and put it to his ear. However, before the call was dialed, Tang Yu had already pressed the hang up button.

"Stop making trouble." There was a hint of deep tiredness in his tone.

"I'm not making trouble, I'm trying to avenge my parents."

"This matter is not as simple as you think."

"Of course it's not simple. They've all killed people. How can it be simple?"

Song Zhixing said, stubbornly grabbing Tang Yu's hand, trying to get him to move his fingers away. However, Tang Yu immediately disconnected the phone line. Looking at the broken thread, Song Zhixing was stunned for a moment, and then he chuckled, his whole expression becoming a little hollow, "Every one of you is the same... all the same... all accomplices..."

"Tang Yu..." Song Zhixing slowly put the receiver back, his hand holding the receiver was trembling slightly, his voice was light and airy, like a wisp of smoke, "I also want to convince myself - but I'm heartless. Nothing has happened. It’s great to continue living with you. I’m still the same person I was before, and you are still the same person you were before…”

"But, I can't convince you." She was trembling with every word. He was obviously smiling, but his expression was broken, "I can no longer be the same person I used to be... Every time my love for you grows, every inch it grows, I will become more guilty and uncomfortable. , and it’s even more difficult to settle down..."

Tang Yu's breathing was dull and he held her tightly in his arms. However, despite holding him so tightly, he still felt so insecure. As if she would still disappear. Little by little, he disappeared from his arms and his world...

Song Zhixing did not struggle, but just leaned on his chest, feeling his temperature and listening to his heartbeat, and continued quietly: "Even if you still keep me by your side... But, I will still work hard to treat you right." My love is taken back slowly, slowly... one day, maybe..."

Maybe I really can’t love anymore.

Song Zhixing's fingers pressed against his chest, curled up, and each one was trembling. Not a single word of that last sentence could be uttered, only a suppressed and heavy breathing sound. It hurts so much to even talk about giving up this love, let alone really give up?

To really tear someone you love to the bone out of your heart is a kind of heart-breaking pain, right?

Tang Yu darkened his eyes, pinched her chin, raised her face, and bit her lips hard. His breathing was so deep that it sprayed on her face. It was obviously a hot day, but she felt cold.

"You keep accusing me of being cruel, but who is the real cruel one?" His voice was trembling, and his cold snort was mixed with sarcasm, "You call it 'love' if you say you don't love me anymore? What you said before, that you would stay by my side for the rest of your life, was just a lie to me. You were just joking about wanting to be a good wife?"

"You know it's true!" Song Zhixing cried, and her cry was full of despair, "You know it's all my true feelings!"

Tang Yu kissed her lips deeply. He was like crazy, wanting to take everything of her for himself. The kiss hurt both of them, but he still didn't want to let go. In his mind, other thoughts popped up -

He wants her!

He should have her right now, on this bed. As long as she has a child, and there is a real bond between them, she will have nowhere to escape in this life.

Tang Yu once thought that it might not be fair for her to have a child at the age of 18. However, at this moment, he wanted to implant a living child into her body more urgently than ever before.

The child was a little thing that inherited their blood, and was the only thing that could ease their relationship at this moment.

This thought came up, and his big hand reached into her hospital gown without hesitation.

ps: Today's update is complete! Um~ a little late. The next update will still be at 0:00 tonight~ My dears, don't forget the monthly ticket~ There are only two days left~~