It makes sense to grab a marriage: don't mess with the savage wife

Chapter 501 Miscarriage (15)

"Yuyu..." Song Qingyi called Yu Chiguang lightly and then stopped.

However, others have also come to the bed.

Since Yu Chiguang was wearing thin and comfortable pajamas, which were still light-colored, when she tried her best to throw the vase, the wound on her body was stretched open again, and blood oozes from the clothes.

Song Qingyi was terrified by seeing it, and dared not move again.

"Oh, did I let you in just to stimulate her?" Su Qingfu's cold voice came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, people also came over.

He walked over, frowned and sat on the head of the bed, and patted Yu Chiguang on the back reassuringly: "You are still weak now, don't be angry, it's not good."

"Let him go, let him go! I don't want to see him!" Yu Chiguang turned his head to Su Qingfu and said beggingly, with obvious disgust in his eyes.

Song Qing was shocked, feeling as if he had fallen into a boundless black hole.

The doctor, who was silent all the time, said seriously at this moment: "The patient just had a miscarriage and is still very weak. Please don't stimulate her."

The word Xiaochan exploded out of thin air and entered Song Qingyi's ears.

He raised his head in disbelief to look at Yu Chiguang who was still curled up in Su Qingfu's arms, his face turned pale in an instant: "Yuyu...what did he say..."

Yu Chiguang, who was originally huddled in Su Qingfu's arms, slowly sat up straight, and slowly bent the corners of his lips, revealing a cruel smile.

Then, he said word by word: "You heard me right, you killed your own unformed child, haha!"

Yu Chiguang's laughter was a bit shrill, especially when it sounded in this empty room.

Song Qingyi only felt that the whole world collapsed at once.

"Kid..." he murmured.

He remembered that since the relationship between him and Yu Chiguang's two people became tense, he never used measures again.

Is it...

"Less than ten weeks." The doctor said coldly from the side with a straight face.

"Impossible!" Song Qing roared as if suddenly going crazy.

He didn't believe it, he didn't believe he had killed his own child.

"Hmph." The doctor snorted coldly, with an ugly expression on his face, as if arguing for Yu Chiguang: "Let's take it and see, whose wife is pregnant with a child and is not a treasure. I have never seen such a thing... ..."

Song Qingyi ignored what the doctor said, his eyes fell on the long paper the doctor threw to him.

He had read some medical books because of Yu Chiguang before, studied with Mo Qing for a while, and asked Mo Qing about pregnancy.

However, it was just a random question at the time.

He had also thought about having a child with Yu Chiguang.

So I asked Mo Qing a few more questions.

He could clearly see what was on the piece of paper the doctor threw to him.

The sky is falling and the earth is falling. He can't believe it, but he can't help but not believe it. Did he really kill his own child?

Song Qing pinched the paper with trembling hands, and suddenly fell down, kneeling on the ground, Yu Chiguang turned his head to one side, not looking at him.

Su Qingfu watched Song Qingyi's reaction from the side, the corners of his lips curled up in a cool arc, and the hand on Yu Chiguang's shoulder still patted comfortingly.

There were no more tears on Yu Chiguang's face, but a pale face, so fragile that even a gust of wind could blow her down.

"You go." Yu Chiguang looked at Song Qingyi coldly.

(End of this chapter)