Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 458 Parents of Child Painting

Yuling had no interest in this. Shen Qianshu thought for a moment. "Mr. Yang looks at the most beautiful, Shen doctor... very popular face, can not recognize it in the crowd, child painting is really ... very unique, except for eyes like Yang Doctors"

The night tomb, a little frowning, there is a very weird thought in my heart, my heart is very powerful, like being touched by a switch, there is a thought that almost can not be caught, flashing past, too late Grab.

"What are you thinking about?" Shen Qianshu asked, it is rare to see him so ecstatic.

Yuling said, "Do you mind telling about the things that were produced in the past?"

This incident, Zhonghuan gave him a report, he probably knows a situation, but it is not very clear, the age is also a long time, the hospital staff have changed several rounds, because it is a sad thing, the fire does not dare Go check it out.

After all, he has been thinking for seven years, always feel that the child is alive in the distance, innocent and worry-free, did not expect to have long buried loess.

Shen Qianshu looked awkward and his fingers trembled slightly. This is a past event that she was very reluctant to recall. She thought it was painful like a heart. When she lost her child, she had nothing and almost went crazy.

The most desolate, desperate, all at that moment.

The night mausoleum took her cold hands and looked at her with a fixed look. Shen Qianshu took a deep breath and suppressed the sourness and discomfort in her heart. The gentleman had the right to know the passing of things. She took another deep breath, and it seemed to be difficult to talk about. It was very slow. "I was pregnant with Luther butler, and told him that I had already killed the child. He has been sending people to stare at me. I also know. Fortunately, Paris is winter, clothes are much more worn, I have been pregnant for six months, Luther butler did not see it, the language class just ended, leaving school for a while, I went back to the country. After returning home, Xiao Juan is working to earn tuition. I am crammed with her in the rental house. After a while, my life is very tight. I can't bear to put pressure on Xiaojuan, so I went to find a few odd jobs."

"I have always been very good after I was pregnant. I didn't affect anything when I did some small odd jobs. I accidentally bumped into Shen Lin for more than nine months. It didn't take long for Lin Xuan to find the door. We had some disputes and my stomach hit. The corner of the table. It was my fault. At that time, I only felt a slight pain, and I didn’t get in the way. I still had a half-month to the expected date of birth. We were very hard to bear the money for childbirth. I was so reluctant to go to the hospital and I had to endure it. It’s still a premature birth.”

"I am difficult to give birth, the child can't give birth, the doctor will give me a caesarean section. When I wake up and want to see the child, he... is already a dead baby. The doctor said that the umbilical cord around the neck, Shen said that I was too tired. The child did not raise well, and the fetal position was not correct. I could not come to the hospital earlier, so the child suffocated in the abdomen. I could hardly believe that when I was producing, I could feel that he was alive and kicking, but no matter how sad I was, sad, child. Still not."

The hands of the night mausoleum were slightly tight, and they hurt the Shen Qianshu. She looked up at him. The pair of eyes were always indifferent, and they reflected a piece of sadness. It was fleeting and Shen Qianshu was very uncomfortable. She remembered that she once accused the night mausoleum of being indifferent, not taking the child as one thing, being ashamed and guilty, biting her lip slightly and not making a sound.

“Why donate a heart?”

(End of this chapter)