Du Tingting's eyes were red, and tears were falling down.
"I think we betrayed Qiu'er by giving birth to this child." When Du Tingting thought of Mu Qiu who was suffering alone in the hospital, she couldn't be happy at all, and her heart ached.
"After giving birth to him, Qiu'er will definitely feel that we have abandoned her. If she finds out that I'm pregnant, she will definitely lose her desire to live. Husband, we can't be so cruel to Qiu'er."
Mu Mian also felt uncomfortable. He pressed Du Tingting back into his arms, clenched his fists, and swore: "Don't worry, Qiu'er will survive, and you and the child in your belly will survive too!"
Du Tingting's crying suddenly stopped.
Mu Mian thought that his consolation had worked, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly heard Du Tingting say: "Today, I saw the heart transplant gene antibody test report in your safe."
Mu Mian froze.
Du Tingting pushed away Mu Mian's hands, she raised her head, staring at Mu Mian with tears in her eyes.
Du Tingting took a deep breath, and then mustered up the courage to ask him: "You use Song Fei's blood to match Qiu'er, you..." Du Tingting questioned in a trembling voice, "Are you planning to kill Song Fei and dig up the blood of Qiu'er?" Save her heart and save Qiu'er!"
Mu Mian's eyes were evasive and he didn't reply, but his face paled visibly.
Du Tingting said sadly: "That's Song Song's own sister! Mu Mian, for our daughter, you went to kill someone else's daughter, why are you so cruel?"
Mu Mian tried to argue, "But she's just a vegetable!"
Du Tingting pressed her heart and shook her head in pain, "Vegetable? The vegetable you mentioned, she woke up! If Song Fei hadn't woke up suddenly and disappeared, would you have dug her heart and gave it to Qiuer? Tell me, don't you?" !"
Faced with Du Tingting's questioning, Mu Mian's mouth seemed to be sewn up with needles and thread, and he couldn't even open it.
Du Tingting knew what his silence meant.
Du Tingting looked at Mu Mian's eyes and gradually became unfamiliar.
She staggered backwards and fell down on the edge of the bed. Du Tingting lowered her head, inserted her hands and fingers deeply into the crevices of her long hair, and pulled her hair painfully. She said to herself: "How could you be such a person, how could it be?"
"The kind-hearted Mu Mian I know, where did he go?"
Du Tingting looked up at Mu Mian.
Mu Mian had already froze like a stone sculpture, and when he heard Du Tingting's repeated scolding, his heart was bleeding, he felt ashamed, but he had no regrets. But he also felt unbearable, Mu Mian was ashamed to let Du Tingting see him so cruel and ruthless.
"Song Fei is Song Song's sister." Du Tingting shed tears, "Mu Mian, you face Song Song every day, don't you feel that your conscience is uneasy? Whenever Song Song asks you about Song Fei's whereabouts, How did you manage to talk to her without changing your face?"
"Mu Mian, do you have no regrets?"
The naive Du Tingting never thought that not only Song Fei was Mu Mian's organ donor for Mu Qiu, but even Song Ci, whom she regarded as her own daughter, was just an organ donor.
Seeing that Mu Mian remained silent, Du Tingting finally broke down emotionally. She picked up the pastry box on the bedside table and threw it at Mu Mian. "Please speak!"
The box was very light and could not hurt Mu Mian, one of the coconut balls rolled out, leaving some white debris on Mu Mian's face.
Mu Mian looked at the boxes and coconut balls scattered on the ground in front of his feet, and was silent for a long time.
After a long time, a hoarse and desperate voice came from Mu Mian's mouth: "What can I do?"
Hearing the sound, Du Tingting suddenly raised her head and stared at Mu Mian without saying a word.
Mu Mian lowered his head and met Du Tingting's eyes.
The man's eyes are so fragile and painful. "We are just such a child. She is our baby. Since she was born, we have given her the deepest love. Qiu'er fell down when she said she fell down. She is really dead. You will definitely not be able to bear the mourning." Women's pain."
"Not just you, but me too."
"Tingting, like you, I can't accept the possibility that Qiu'er will die at any time." Mu Mian clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost sank into the flesh due to the force. "I want her to live! Live well! She has few days left to live, I can't let me watch her die"
Mu Mian squatted on the ground, and he growled in despair: "I can't do it! I just want her to live! I want my daughter to live, am I wrong!" Finally, when Mu Mian yelled these words, Mu Mian's The sound has broken.
He was crying, and the crying of a middle-aged man was the most pathetic.
Du Tingting looked at Mu Mian in a daze. This was the second time she saw Mu Mian cry, the first time was on the day of their wedding, when he put the ring on her, the passionate man cried.
Du Tingting slid from the bed to the ground, she knelt and moved to Mu Mian's side, hugging Mu Mian.
"Mu Mian." Du Tingting hugged Mu Mian's trembling shoulders, lowered her head and kissed Mu Mian's head, "Mu Mian, don't let the man I love become a murderer"
Mu Mian hugged her tightly, sobbing, heartbreaking.
"Sorry, sorry Tingting"
God knows how miserable Mu Mian has been during this period of time.
Looking at Mu Qiu who was getting thinner and depressed on the hospital bed, Mu Mian was very anxious. Looking at Song Ci's bright and flawless smiling face, Mu Mian was not ashamed. Going home to meet the gentle and considerate Du Tingting, Mu Mian was so tired that he wanted to hold her and cry.
Finally, Du Tingting discovered his dirty and despicable deeds.
He's like a nasty maggot.
That night, they hugged each other and wept bitterly. "
In the early morning of the next day, Song Ci was woken up again by the timed alarm clock. She yawned, looked at the dawn, scolded Han Zhan in a low voice, and then climbed out of bed to wash and change clothes.
After Han Zhan's morning exercise, he took a shower and went downstairs to see Song Ci making breakfast. As he wished, it was the hot and sour rice noodles he ordered yesterday.
Wearing a black apron, Song Ci stood by the dining table and waved to him, "Brother Han, come quickly and try my handicraft."
Han Zhan walked over without expecting. Sitting down, picking up his chopsticks, Han Zhan took a sip of rice noodles under Song Ci's gaze. After taking only one bite, Han Zhan stopped his chopsticks and looked at Song Ci in surprise.
"How is it?" Song Ci looked like a kindergarten kid waiting to be praised.
Han Zhan said: "The rice noodles are delicious." He had seen Song Ci's diet meal, and after eating the fried rice she cooked, he no longer expected her cooking skills. He didn't expect that this bowl of hot and sour rice noodles tasted good. .
Song Ci was triumphant, "I watched the tutorial video several times yesterday."
Han Zhan thought about Song Ci watching food videos and learning how to cook, and his heart softened.
Song Ci struck while the iron was hot, grabbed Han Zhan's left hand on the table, and said to him affectionately: "Brother Han, I don't know how to cook, but for you, I am willing to learn. Find the cooking aunt I'll talk about it later, first let me experience what it's like to take care of the man I love so much." She brought Han Zhan's hand to her mouth and bowed her head for a kiss.
Han Zhan shrank his fingers, but Song Ci held them tightly, not allowing him to withdraw them.
The little girlfriend is too passionate and romantic, and Han Zhan can't stand it.
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