The sky-high cute baby, the president's daddy delivered it to the door

Chapter 2510 Children should be the crystallization of love
"A child...should be love...the crystallization of love...should not be...the evil result of a transaction...he/she shouldn't have come to this...world..."

It was foreseeable that if she gave birth to this child, the already chaotic life would become even more chaotic.

Make up your mind, you can only say "I'm sorry!" to the child

This is her first child, and before she had time to experience the happiness of pregnancy, she strangled it early.

"Whether he/she should come or not is up to you!"

Meng Zhanyang's anger was beyond Mo Xiaobai's expectation.

"The child is...gone...what's the point of saying this..." Looking into those eyes full of anger, Mo Xiaobai felt that he was about to be burned.

Yes!

The child was gone, no matter how angry he was, no matter how angry he was, he could not save that young life.

Slowly releasing his hand, Meng Zhanyang turned around angrily, walked to the window, and lit a cigarette.

His hands were trembling, his breathing was rapid, and even Meng Zhanyang didn't know why he got so angry.

The child who shouldn't have come is gone, so there's no need to get angry.

However, the softest part of my heart is aching for the loss of that child.

Mo Xiaobai stood behind him, as quiet as the air in the room.

The office is always filled with tense tension.

"Go back and rest for a few days, write the sick leave note and give it to me!" After smoking a cigarette for more than half, Meng Zhanyang found his voice in anger.

"No, I'm fine, I don't need to take sick leave, I still want to get the perfect attendance award!"

Mo Xiaobai touched his neck subconsciously. The feeling of suffocation was still there, but his breathing has become much smoother.

"Do you want to be so stubborn, woman? Is it interesting to argue with me?" Meng Zhanyang turned his head and stared at her fiercely, his eyes full of hostility.

"No, I'm not... It's almost the middle of the year, there are too many things, I can't go to rest."

"Is body more important than work?"

"It's all important..." She has nothing but the job she needs to survive.

Meng Zhanyang walked up to Mo Xiaobai with strides, and his tall figure enveloped her with an imposing manner: "I order you to go back and rest, do you understand?"

"Uh..." Mo Xiaobai backed away in fright: "You are so fierce...why?"

fierce?Is he fierce?

Maybe!
When faced with Mo Xiaobai, a brain-dead, he was also brain-dead, so he couldn't control his emotions.

Sudden severe pain in the lower abdomen, Mo Xiaobai gasped, squatted down, clutched his stomach, his face wrinkled into a ball.

"Stomach pain?" Meng Zhanyang asked anxiously.

"Yeah!" Nodding, gritted his teeth.

Meng Zhanyang picked up Mo Xiaobai horizontally, put her on the sofa, then squatted down to help her take off her shoes, and unexpectedly found that there were a few small blisters on the instep of her right foot, which looked like burns.

"What's the matter with your feet?" Meng Zhanyang frowned as he carefully placed Mo Xiaobai's feet on the sofa.

"Nothing!" She would not complain to him, but stubbornly refused his concern.

Mo Xiaobai lay on the sofa clutching her severe pain in her lower abdomen. She felt warm blood pouring out of her body continuously, and her buttocks were soon wet.

His eyes fell on Mo Xiaobai's hand covering his lower abdomen, and there were scalded blisters on his wrist.

Meng Zhanyang's heart was throbbing inexplicably.

(End of this chapter)