Prisoner's wife's pet: European-style president's domineering love

Mu Xiaoyan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, held on to the door and got up from the ground, flapped her nose, took a deep breath into her body, and then slowly gushed it out, her face was wet with tears The lips parted slightly trembling: "Huangfu Xijue, since you are so inhumane, if you don't come to me today, you will never get close to me again in the future. I have nothing to be afraid of at this point."

The crystal clear teardrops in the black and bright pupils once again gathered and reached a full state, and once again scraped across her face along the eye sockets.

The many forbearances before were because she had too many worries, and she should have resisted desperately.

"Huangfu Xijue, we have nothing to do with each other!" How could he have prepared a note for her in advance, he must have heard her knock on the door and asked someone to pass a broken note to her, she was sure he would Still in this room, he stretched his neck and stopped crying and yelled.

"Xiaoyan, that guest left yesterday, and he wasn't inside." Sister Lan said the same thing again, she didn't know how to comfort such a sad Mu Xiaoyan.

Of course, Mu Xiaoyan ignored her, and anyone who could help Huangfu Xijue to deceive her didn't need to be friendly.

The tears in her tearful eyes gradually dimmed, revealing an unfathomable meaning, and her body leaned weakly against the door frame on one side.

She shouldn't be sad, she shouldn't be angry, she should be glad that he left indifferently.

Although I thought so in my mind, a large number of teardrops still appeared in my eye sockets unconsciously, and a large drop fell down, wet my eyelashes, washed my whole face, and even my neck was wet a large piece.

The palm of her hand tried again and again to wipe away the tears from her eyes, but they were so wet that she could no longer wipe them off, so she simply stopped wiping them off, and her whole body was crying mechanically like a controlled puppet.

After crying for a few minutes, she felt a little blurred in her brain, and a faint pain in her lower abdomen, which gradually intensified until she couldn't stand still and finally fell on the marble floor in the corridor.

Today she was wearing a pale pink floral dress, just below her knees, at this time the skirt was gradually dyed with another color, and blood-red liquid slowly flowed down her thighs.

Sister Lan was also shocked when she saw this situation, she immediately took out her phone to ask for help, but Mu Xiaoyan grabbed her phone with some strength from where she came from, and looked at her fiercely: "You Go, don't worry about it."

Didn't Huangfu Xijue not want this child, so let him die in front of him now, so that he will succeed, right?

The blood gradually spread from her lower body, the white ground was stained with a layer of blood red, her abdomen hurt more and more, her petite body curled up slowly, the pain made her feel like she would die.

"Huangfu Xijue, I, hate you." She clutched her stomach, and a soft voice came out from her lips and teeth.

Her head became heavier and heavier, her consciousness became weaker and weaker, and she finally passed out.

Before she fell into a coma, she vaguely saw the closed door open, and a man came out from inside, bent down and hugged her into his arms. She didn't see his face clearly, but his arms reassured her so much. A peaceful atmosphere lingered around her.

He would come out again, but it's a pity that she hasn't had time to open her eyes to see this man clearly.