Lay Down My Bad Husband

However, she could not guess that Tang Su's anger was due to him.

Tang Su looked at Lin Ziyi for a moment. The content of the photo still clearly appeared in his mind.

He didn't speak, but the emotion of his utmost restraint began to surge again.

He was angry with Lin Ziyi. He was really angry with Lin Ziyi. Whether it was Shi Yi who drugged her and Xiaoxi, or Shi Yi who took photos of her and Tang Jun, Lin Ziyi had never mentioned such two big things to him for such a long time.

But when he was angry, he hated himself more.

In the Republic of China, a terrorist organization would protect his life at all costs.

However, he couldn't protect the person he cared about most, and let her get hurt again and again because of him.

Seeing that Tang Su didn't speak, Lin Ziyi tried to pull his lips, and then walked toward the rest area with the thermos box.

In the future, before going to the tea table in the rest area, she put the thermos box and bag on it and took a deep look at Tang Su. She didn't ask any more. She just squatted down and began to clean up the mess.

When she picked up a piece of information and saw the iPad with a cracked screen on one side, she reached for it and wanted to pick it up, but her finger accidentally touched the home key, and the screen that had been blacked out suddenly lit up.

Because the iPad was broken, there was no lock. Under the cracked screen, a familiar photo suddenly came into Lin Ziyi's eyes The next second, Lin Ziyi just felt that the whole world collapsed, everything fell into a vast expanse of white, all the time and space, are still here, breathing and heartbeat, also static here

Tang Su looks at Lin Ziyi. He doesn't want to stop her from touching the iPad, but subconsciously tells him that if the iPad doesn't unlock, Lin Ziyi can't see the photo.

However, when he saw Lin Ziyi's freezing action, he knew that his estimation was wrong.

Now that I see it, I see it.

Tang Su knew that Lin had seen these photos for a long time. Otherwise, for a while, she would not have been repelled from making out with him.

Lin Ziyi stood still and kept his posture.

She reached out to pick up the iPad, but her hand couldn't move.

Then she opened her mouth again, trying to explain to Tang Su. In fact, she and Tang Jun did nothing but sleep together.

But no matter how hard she tried, there was no sound in her throat.

She can't move, can't hear, can't say anything. She just feels that something is falling from her belly. It's hard, it's hard The body, like the withered leaves swaying in the autumn wind, no longer under control, slowly, to one side

"Lin Ziyi!"

Before Lin Ziyi fell to the floor, Tang Su rushed over

Outside the emergency room of the hospital, Tang Su's hands hang on his side, standing at the door of the emergency room, looking at the closed door of the emergency room, motionless.

In February, it snows occasionally in Kyoto of F country. But at this moment, Tang Su is only wearing a thin brown shirt. The two sleeves of the shirt are rolled up to reveal his strong little arms. The blue tendons on his little arms are visible.

Li Zheng stood not far away, looking at Tang Su's generous shoulders, and realized for the first time that the man he had always worshipped as an idol would be so fragile.

Tang Su's mood at the moment, he seems to understand more deeply than at any time.

Before long, the door of the emergency room was opened from inside. Fu Xinbo took off his gloves and came out from inside.

"How's it going?"

Fu Xinbo's leg just stepped out of the emergency room, and Tang Su had already made a stride in the past, clasping his arm.

Fu Xinbo looks at Tang Su with a complicated look.

Putting the gloves into the pocket of his white coat, Fu Xinbo thought for a moment and then said, "there is a good news and a bad news. Which one do you want to listen to first?"

"No nonsense!"

Fu Xinbo shrugged his eyebrows and asked, "has madam ever had a miscarriage before?"

Tang Su twisted his eyebrows, and the lines of his chin were so tight that he threw out three words and said, "go on."

Fu Xinbo knew that it seemed that Lin Ziyi had really given birth before.

"There is a disease called habitual abortion. Have you heard of it?"

Tang Su's dark pupils suddenly tightened. For a moment, he was so cold that he wanted to tremble.

"What do you mean?"

"My wife is pregnant, but she may be hit by something. Now the fetus in her stomach is very unstable, and there is the possibility of sliding at any time."

Because he was not an obstetrician and gynaecologist, he could do nothing in it, so he came out ahead of time.

"Fu Xinbo...!"

Tang Su clenched his teeth, holding the palm of Fu Xinbo's arm and tightening it in vain."Hiss!"

Fu Xinbo took a cold breath in pain, and his bones were almost broken by Tang Su, but he didn't struggle.

But soon, Tang Su let him go.

Hand into the pants pocket, Tang Su want to touch the cigarette, but suddenly remember, he has quit smoking.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" He turned and asked Li Zheng not far behind him.

"Yes."

Li Zheng quickly takes out a cigarette and a lighter, smokes one, hands it to Tang Su, and lights it for him.

Tang Su takes the cigarette in his mouth and lowers his head to light it, but suddenly realizes that Lin Ziyi doesn't like his smoking.

Li Zheng pressed the lighter for a long time, but he saw that Tang Su kept the action of lighting the cigarette. He didn't move, and he didn't mean to continue lighting the cigarette at the corner of his mouth.

In the end, Tang Su did not light the cigarette, but pinched it into his palm.

He turned and squinted, trying to suppress his fear and uneasiness. Looking at Fu Xinbo, he said in a very low voice, "if the forest is suitable for abortion this time, all of you will go back and never go to the doctor again."

Fu Xinbo, "..."

He's not an obstetrician at all, OK?

When Lin Ziyi was pushed from the emergency room to the VIP ward, it was three hours later.

The doctor told Tang Su that the situation of the fetus in Lin Ziyi's stomach is very unstable. Whether he can keep it or not depends on Lin Ziyi's situation these two days.

But even if it is saved this time, the doctor can't guarantee that the fetus in Lin Ziyi's stomach will be OK in the future.

Sitting in front of the hospital bed, Tang Su wrapped Lin Ziyi's soft and cold hands in his warm and thick palms, then slowly lowered his head and printed her thin, cool and dry lips in her palms.