Female Detective of the Republic of China: The cold and handsome young man will flirt with his wife

The butler was frightened by this scene, and hurried down to arrange a car to pick up Zhuo Yiran.

Gu Dashuai who heard the movement knew that something must have happened!So, he came out after hearing the sound, and saw Gu Huaian rushing in with Feng Xiaojin in his arms, and the clothes of the person in his arms were stained with blood.

He also became nervous, guiding Gu Huai'an, "Huaian, this way." It's an emergency, so it's inconvenient for him to ask what happened?

Jiang Fuman looked at the person in Gu Huai'an's arms covered in blood, and she was also very curious. When she wanted to go forward to inquire about the situation, she was sternly reprimanded by Gu Dashuai, "Do you still want to make trouble for me? Go back. "

Looking at the furious Marshal Gu, Jiang Fuman didn't dare to disobey, so she could only go back to the backyard. Sooner or later, she would know what happened.

However, Feng Xiaojin was injured, so she was naturally secretly happy.

Gu Huaian's heart was beating violently, he only hoped that Feng Xiaojin would be safe.He looked in the direction of Gu Dashuai's finger, found the nearest room, and ran directly to it.

"Xiao Jin, you must hold on." Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and flowed down the profile of his face.

He kicked the door open, and then gently placed Feng Xiaojin on the bed. Looking at Feng Xiaojin who was in a coma, he felt like an ant on a hot pot.

"Bring up a basin of hot water and bring up some dry towels, hurry up." He roared out of control.

"Xiao Jin, you must hold on." He held her hand and said worriedly, and touched her wet forehead with the other hand.

There was cold sweat on her forehead, which made his heart ache a bit.

Soon, a basin of hot water and towels were brought up.

Trembling slightly, he lifted her clothes, revealing a dazzling bright red bullet hole, but fortunately the wound had solidified and stopped bleeding.He gently wiped the blood near the wound with a dry towel.

His force was very light and gentle. He knew that Feng Xiaojin must be in pain, and he wished he could take the shot himself.

"Why hasn't Zhuo Yiran arrived yet?" He furrowed his brows furiously, then wet a towel to wipe off the sweat from Feng Xiaojin's forehead.

If the bullet is not taken out as soon as possible, it may endanger Feng Xiaojin's life. Gu Huai'an naturally thought of this. Zhuo Yiran has not come yet, and he is getting more and more nervous.

"Xiao Jin?" He watched Feng Xiaojin's face getting paler and uneducated, and his hands trembling from sweating.

"Young commander, I'm here." Just when Gu Huaian was about to get angry, Zhuo Yiran came to the door.

"Quick." Gu Huaian stepped aside so that Zhuo Yiran could diagnose and treat him conveniently.

Zhuo Yiran immediately came to the bedside to check the location of the bullet port, he breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately the gun port was a little below the shoulder bone, not a vital point.

Since this position does not hurt the muscles and bones, as long as the bullet is taken out, it will be fine to rest for a while.

"Young Marshal, please dodge it for a while." Looking at Gu Huai'an who was standing aside with his brows tightly furrowed, he said with a melancholy expression.

Gu Huaian knew that standing aside would affect Zhuo Yiran's ability to retrieve the bomb, so he glanced at the person who was still in a coma, "Make sure she's fine." Then he went out.

Gu Huai'an stood guard outside the door without taking his eyes off the door for a moment. His heart went up and down, and he always felt that he had lost something very important.

Tonight, he was already restless, anticipating what would happen, but he was still careless, and let Xiao Jin get hurt by his side for himself, and he began to resent himself a little.At this moment, he only hoped that she was safe and sound.

Gu Dashuai looked at his son standing outside the door from a distance, he knew his son's temper, and it was not suitable for him to intervene now.

A ray of light shone on his face, gradually expanded, and the door opened.

He quickly walked in front of Zhuo Yiran, and asked urgently: "Xiao Jin, how is she?"

Zhuo Yiran pulled off his mask, his face was heavy, "Young Madam, she's fine, she can wake up after taking a rest."

Seeing his ugly face, Gu Huai'an almost stopped breathing, and after hearing the word "nothing", his hanging heart was finally relieved.

"It's just that the young lady is pregnant, but because she was shot and frightened, the child can't be kept."

"Child?" Gu Huaian's face suddenly turned livid, and his heart became cold. Xiaojin has her child, how could this...

"How can there be children? I have always been careful in this regard."

"The baby is two weeks old."

"Two weeks..." Gu Huai'an murmured silently, remembering the days two weeks ago, he and Xiao Jin did it more often, but they would take safety measures.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered, and he remembered what happened that night.

That night, Xiaojin wiped his hair for him and said that he was going to prepare for the child. His heart was touched softly. Before he had taken protective measures, he had already started a heated battle with her.

That night, he loved her very much, and the two lingered for several hours. Because of the joy, he couldn't control it, and left the warm liquid in her body.

The next day, he ordered his maid to make a decoction, saying it was a nourishing decoction, and asked her to drink it.

But he didn't watch her drink it with his own eyes, could it be...

His face became painful, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Now, is there any other way to save this child?"

Zhuo Yiran shook his head and sighed: "The child is lost."

The child is gone. This is an undeniable fact. Although Gu Huaian feels uncomfortable, he has to accept that as long as Xiao Jin is safe and sound, the most important thing is.

Although Zhuo Yiran said that Feng Xiaojin was fine, he was still worried, "You can stay here tonight!" After speaking, he strode into the room.

Seeing Gu Huaian enter the room, Marshal Gu sent Zhuo Yiran away, he just vaguely heard "children", so he had to ask about the situation.

Gu Huai'an came to the bed and sat down deliberately, looking at her pale face, he felt a dull pain in his heart.

He stroked the messy strands of hair that were wet on her face behind her ears, held her hand, and looked at her calm and even breathing at this moment, his heart was as worried as if it was burned by fire .

"Xiao Jin, we will still have our own children."

The sky was getting brighter, and the light came in through the windows.

Gu Huaian was still sitting beside Feng Xiaojin, his eyes were blackened, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Feng Xiaojin's slender and thick eyelashes moved a few times, and Gu Huaian immediately cheered up and leaned forward excitedly.

Because the light was a bit dazzling, Feng Xiaojin blinked several times before getting used to it, "Huai'an, water, I want water."

Gu Huaian quickly went to pour a bowl of water, and when he saw that she was about to get up, he quickly stopped her, "Don't move."

"Ah!" When she moved, she touched the wound, causing a thin layer of cold sweat to break out of her.

"You have to take good care of yourself, and don't move around, so that the wound won't bleed." He put her in place, and he didn't say a word about the miscarriage.

"Come on, drink some water." Gu Huaian fed her to drink with a spoon, and carefully wiped off the water around her mouth with a handkerchief.

Feng Xiaojin drank the water obediently, but there was doubt in her heart, and her brows were slightly frowned uneasy.

Last night, when Gu Huaian went out, she woke up in a daze of pain, not only the pain in the wound, but also the severe pain in her stomach.

Could it be that she is pregnant?
But my stomach hurts so much...

She clutched her trousers tightly and tried to wake herself up, but before she could figure it all out, she passed out again from the pain.

Since she woke up very briefly, Zhuo Yiran did not expect that she would realize that she had a miscarriage.

Now that she is awake, thinking about it carefully, her monthly period this month has been postponed for more than a week, and counting the days when she did not take the medicine, she knows that she must be pregnant.

Gu Huaian handed the spoon to her mouth, she shook her head, and asked with a slightly serious expression: "Am I pregnant?" She wanted confirmation.

Gu Huaian's hand holding the spoon froze for a moment, and then put down the bowl. This matter, after all, couldn't be full.

Seeing Gu Huaian's silent expression, she knew the answer, but she still wanted to hold a glimmer of hope, "Is the child lost?"

"Xiao Jin, we will have children in the future." Gu Huaian said sadly.

She and his first child just disappeared?
Her heart ached as if being twisted, tears instantly filled her eyes, and stayed on her cheeks, regardless of the pain of the wound, she propped herself up.

The pain in her heart was a hundred times more painful than the wound, and she failed to keep her child.

Seeing her uncomfortable appearance, Gu Huai'an's heart ached, he hugged her into his arms, "Xiao Jin."

"It's my fault, I can't keep our child." She cried out heartbreakingly, and the tears flowed even worse.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin, don't do this." Gu Huaian comforted.

She tried her best to hold back her tears and pushed Gu Huaian away.

"Xiao Jin, I will always be by your side, and we will still have children." Gu Huaian quickly hugged her in his arms again.

She calmed down, endured the pain of her wound and pushed Gu Huai'an away, with frost in her eyes, and said coldly, "I want to be alone."

"Xiao Jin?"

"I'm not going to do anything stupid, I just want to be alone."

Seeing her indifferent expression, Gu Huaian had no choice but to leave the room. He stood outside the door, staring into the room with tired eyes.

Feng Xiaojin's sad and silent eyes appeared in his mind, and his heart was like a knife. If Feng Xiaojin cried a lot, Gu Huai'an might feel better. She was so quiet suddenly, which made people worry and scared.

In the empty house, Feng Xiaojin rubbed her stomach, bursts of pain arose in her heart, and she cried with her head in her arms.

She felt guilty towards the dead child all the time in her heart, "Son, I am sorry for you, mother is sorry for you..."

She didn't know the existence of the child, and he left this world forever. She cried out with sobs: "My child."

The atmosphere in the room also seemed to be filled with a touch of sadness, making it hard to breathe.

Seeing Feng Xiaojin looking at the front blankly, the dagger also felt sad.

It has been with Feng Xiaojin for so long, and it has never seen her so sad. The dagger asked Feng Xiaojin sadly: "Do you regret blocking the gun for Gu Huaian?"