Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

"I hate it, you're going to be a daddy now, and you're still doing things in public... You're not afraid of the baby's jokes in the future."

The Jiaochen who came from a few meters away was so familiar that Yan Xiaye, who came to the hospital alone for the obstetric examination, was stunned at the corner of the corridor, his eyes full of disbelief.

She was only one step away from revealing the truth, but she didn't have the courage to take a step.

Another more familiar voice followed her like a shadow, and entered her ears with a doting smile: "Why would our child laugh at me? He knows that I love you so much, and it's too late to be happy."

"Beicheng, it would be great if the baby is really my own, it's all because of my poor health..."

"Yan Xiaye and you are biological sisters, and the child she gave birth is half of your blood, and she is just a tool to provide eggs and uterus, and I have never touched her, the three of us are a real family of three , you don't have to worry too much."

Yan Xiaye clenched her lower lip, leaning against the cold wall and shivering.

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would never have known that her husband, who had always been indifferent and ruthless, would have such a gentle and considerate side.

So gentle that in order to make her sister happy, she had already planned to hand over the unborn child in her womb to others.

"But Xia Ye loves you very much, I always feel sorry for her..."

The unfinished words stopped abruptly.

Yan Xiaye curled up the corners of his lips mockingly, and stared fixedly at Yan Shuirou who had silenced for a moment, his pupils reflected the other's delicate and pure appearance.

A simple white dress outlines a slender figure, and the water-cut pupils are covered with a layer of mist in an instant, making them even more charming and pitiful.

At the same time, the steady footsteps accompanied by the man's cold words mercilessly crushed the last meager hope in Yan Xiaye's heart.

"She loves me, what does she have to do with me?"

Before he finished speaking, Li Beicheng stepped forward with a long leg, and a tall and slender figure appeared behind the crumbling Yan Shuirou.

When he saw Yan Xiaye's pale face, he couldn't help but frown.

Then he gently embraced Yan Shuirou's trembling body, first made sure that the woman in his arms was fine, and then gave Yan Xia Ye a cold look: "Did you hear that?"

Yan Xiaye glared at the concubine-loving scene in front of him without blinking, and clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist.

Before she could say anything, Yan Shuirou broke free from Li Beicheng's embrace first, and took her hand with tears in her eyes: "Xia Ye, it's my sister who made all the mistakes, don't get angry and hurt me. ...your child!"

Yan Xiaye's heart ached like a twist, and he didn't even want to shake off Yan Shuirou.

Stretching out his hand to caress his seven-month-old belly, he looked at the indifferent and heartless man with stern eyes, and asked word by word: "Because Yan Shuirou can't have children, you agreed to grandma to marry me, just to let me, the closest Blood relatives give birth to children who are most like you?"

Looking at the beautiful and quiet Yan Xiaye in the past, his red eyes forced him to ask, the disgust in the man's eyes deepened: "Where is this place, it's not enough for you to make a scene, isn't it embarrassing enough?"

"You and she don't feel ashamed, what's there for me to be ashamed of?" Yan Xiaye trembled angrily, and when Yan Shuirou approached pitifully again, pulled her clothes and asked her to swallow her anger, her face He raised his hand expressionlessly and slapped the opponent hard.

"Snapped!"

No one would have thought that such a quiet person like her would be able to do anything, and she was still the elder sister who loved her the most in the past.

It was too late for Li Beicheng to stop him, so he could only watch as Yan Shuirou covered his red and swollen cheeks with one hand, and pressed his heaving chest with the other hand, knelt down weakly, and murmured hoarsely and with difficulty: "Xia Ye, please don't blame Beicheng, let alone tell Grandma Li..."

As she spoke, her breath gradually weakened, and her slender body fell limply to the ground.

The temperature in Li Beicheng's eyes instantly dropped to freezing point.

He pushed away Yan Xiaye, who was in the way, and picked up the fainted woman horizontally, as if he was holding some rare treasure without daring to move: "Doctor! Shui Rou has congenital heart disease!"

Xia Ye stared blankly at everything in front of him, and only had time to reach out to protect his stomach, and his whole body was slammed against the wall.

Severe pain swept through his body like a tide, and cold sweat and tears fell to the ground crackling.

She shrank into a ball in pain, and she wanted to ask for help, but she couldn't even hum.

Not far away, the nurse chased out with the obstetric examination report, and looked at the blood oozing from between Yan Xiaye's legs in panic: "How can you come to the obstetric examination alone in such a big month? Hurry up and call your husband and family members. We need help." Sign and operate immediately!"

"Bring it."

After confirming that Guo Yan Shuirou was properly taken care of by the medical staff immediately, the man impatiently snatched the waiver agreement from the nurse, and signed his name in a fluttering motion.

Inadvertently, out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a dazzling blood.

The heart constricted for a moment without any warning, and then became fierce when he thought of another beautiful figure: "Yan Xiaye, you'd better pray that Shui Rou is safe, otherwise..."

The handwriting heavily underlined the last stroke, and the man couldn't wait to throw the document back into the nurse's arms, and left with the star-studded Yan Shuirou without looking back.

Behind him, Yan Xiaye took a deep look at him for the last time, with despair and sadness in his eyes.

No matter how painful the body is, it can't compare with the pain in the heart.

Three years of acquaintance, one year of marriage.

She asked herself that there was nothing wrong with him, but he was so cruel to her.

The red light in the operating room came on urgently. Ten minutes later, doctor Huang Qian, sweating profusely, winked at the nurse in the operating room.

The nurse nodded, and went out knowingly to ask whether to protect the big or the small.

Yan Xiaye managed to regain his consciousness in the severe pain, and sighed to Huang Qian with a wry smile: "We have known each other for so many years, are you really going to tell me if there is any problem?"

Huang Qian pursed her lips tightly, her face full of unbearable and struggling.

She understood immediately, and stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling.

For a moment, she even wanted to die with the child in her stomach.

She would rather be like this than let her husband and sister get what they want.

However, this thought was only fleeting, and in the end, maternal instinct prevailed.

"Huang Qian, protect the child."

"No!" Before the nurse came back, Huang Qian anxiously walked to her bed: "Are you stupid? You are only 20 years old now, and there will be opportunities to get pregnant in the future..."

Seeing that Xia Ye had made up her mind, Huang Qian closed her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "The child in your womb is not your husband's!"