Black fans and idols are married

Chapter 825 I'm Not A Murderer 8
He looked indifferent, and left with his hands behind his back. Before leaving, he grabbed the police chief by the collar: "Give me an explanation for this matter!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"
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He rushed to the hospital anxiously, and He Su and his wife were there. When Su Xiaomo saw him, he subconsciously dodged his eyes like a mouse seeing a cat.

"How is she?" Her clear voice was full of worry.

"Ahem... it's okay, it's okay... don't worry."

Seeing his state, Su Xiaomo didn't dare to tell the truth.

Otherwise, she had no doubt that Sheng Yize could tear down the hospital.

"Tell me." Sheng Yize turned to He Jiayu, who coughed and said helplessly, "Be rational first."

"Say!"

He Jiayu sighed: "Xia Xia...is about to give birth."

Sheng Yize froze in place as if he had been crushed, not knowing what to do.

With all his calculations, An Xiaxia's pregnancy is only seven months...

Seven months...premature...

These two words kept circling in Sheng Yize's mind, his legs gave way, and he almost fell to his knees.

He propped himself against the wall, and his breathing became disordered: "How is the situation now?"

He Jiayu shook his head: "The possibility of dystocia is almost [-]%... Also, whether the child can survive this hurdle after birth is even more difficult."

Su Xiaomo blocked his mouth: "Stop talking!"

She looked at Sheng Yize, and comforted her in vain: "Sheng Yize, calm down. He Meiren is a doctor, and she always talks alarmistly. It's not as serious as he said. You see, it's hard for me to have a baby. went well?"

In the quiet corridor, only her dry laughter hovered.

Smiling and laughing, Su Xiaomo began to cry.

He Jiayu took her into his arms and said softly, "Don't cry...it will be fine."

Tears flooded, Su Xiaomo never thought that An Xiaxia would turn from a heartless little pregnant woman into a precarious situation after just two days of absence.

Sheng Yize slammed on the window next to him.

With a bang, shards of glass fell to the ground, which was frightening.

Through the thick operating room door, even the mole at the corner of Sheng Yize's eye began to turn red.

When he was a child, An Xiaxia loved to cry, and he was always serious. Grandma Song often said that his tear mole was in the wrong place, and An Xiaxia had shed all his tears all his life.

At this moment, he wished so much that he could bear all the pain and all the tears for her, but there are countless things he can do in the world, but he can't replace it by giving birth to a child.

"Yize..." He Jiayu called him, but Sheng Yize ignored him, took out his phone, and started calling.

With an indifferent voice without any emotion, he arranged the tasks in an orderly manner.

"Find out exactly how Song Shi died... and who framed Xia Xia..."

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The waiting time is full of suffering.

On the plane, An Yibei, Papa An, Grandpa Sheng, Grandma Sheng...the whole family dispatched to fly to the island where An Xiaxia was.

Grandma Sheng clasped her hands together and prayed for An Xiaxia. The old lady's eyes were bright red: "The Bodhisattva blesses my family, Xiaxia, everything goes well... I just want the mother and child to be safe. No, as long as Xiaxia is well!"

"Feudal superstition!" Grandpa Sheng reprimanded her rigidly, but couldn't help it, and begged Buddha in his heart.

……

Seeing that it was impossible to have a normal delivery, the doctor chose a caesarean section.

The two children were carried out one after the other, but the room was silent.

Child, no crying, no movement.

(End of this chapter)