Chapter 1: Give her your womb

The night is deep.
An obstetrics and gynecology hospital in Fucheng, the cold operating room, the eye is pale.
On the operating table was lying quietly a thin woman with a beautiful face, but at the moment she was abnormally pale, with long golden hair soaked in sweat sticking to her white neck, her breathing was weak and weak.
She quietly closed her eyes, her eyebrows wrinkled tightly in pain.
The doctor standing aside shook his head regretfully, and finally took the cold scalpel and stretched it towards the woman's already lower body.
"Now let's clean up the palace!"
The doctor whispered, the woman on the operating table trembled her eyelashes, and finally a string of wet tears was left behind her eyes.
Her child...
Gone……
The pale and slender hands gradually grasped the white sheets under him and closed his eyes tightly.
When the woman was pushed out of the operating room, a man wearing a white shirt but covered in blood hurriedly greeted him, his gentle and elegant brows were painful and worried.
He asked anxiously, "Doctor, how is she?"
The middle-aged doctor glanced at him and said gratuitously: "The child has not been saved, and the adults need to rest!"
A strong grate appeared on the man's face, and thanked the doctor gratefully.
The woman woke up after two children, and the man just now looked at her in surprise, with a warm and moist voice with an excited trill, "Chuqing, you are awake!"
The woman called Chuqing blinked weakly as a response.
After that, his eyes looked around the room, and finally he said nothing.
Her quiet gaze stared at the pale ceiling blankly, and a thin mist gradually appeared in her eyes.
The sadness brought by the silence exaggerated the whole ward, and the man sat on the bedside looking at her quietly.
After a long while, Chu Qing turned her head, her pale lips slightly opened and closed, and the man leaned in to listen.
"What about him?"
The man looked slightly startled, his smooth forehead was protruding with blue veins, and the masseter muscles on both sides were tight.
The corner of the woman's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a bitter smile.
She is so stupid that she still has to ask such stupid questions.
She shook her head and reached out to grab the man's sleeve, "Gu Yian, thank you! Don't tell him about me, it's unnecessary."
"Sheng Yuchen..."
Gu Yian suddenly stood up from the bed, his usual warm and moist face became extremely hideous.
He stood by the bed and tried his best to endure something, trembling violently, and finally opened the door and rushed out.
"..."
There was despair in Mu Chuqing's cold eyes. She slowly closed her eyes, placed one hand on her stomach and let out a long breath.
Something that was only left in the heart finally disappeared at this moment.
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Mu Chuqing had been discharged from the hospital two weeks ago and returned to her "home" training. She has not seen him for more than a month.
Xishanju is her "home".
Luxurious and luxurious, gorgeous European style, accurate to even the lines of every place is so exquisite that people sigh, expensive and exquisite furniture, magnificent design, here is like a western palace.
And the romance unique to the West is hard to find here.
There was a spring rain in Lili outside the window, and the cold wind lashed on the windows with rain. The luxurious purple curtains that symbolized were fluttered by the wind from the cracks in the windows. The delicate dark red rose patterns seemed a little enchanting at night.
It was pitch black in the villa, and Mu Chuqing looked out the window with her head sideways, under her messy long golden hair, a bloodless, palm-sized face with a smile, holding a document tightly in her hand.
In the middle of the night, the lights of the car's headlights flashed outside the window, followed by a few sounds of the car doors closing suddenly.