Chapter 462: I'll Do Whatever You Want, but Don't Get Rid of the Baby in Your Belly

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes, stood up, clenched his fist with his big hand hanging by his side, turned around and left.

Listening to the sound of his leaving footsteps, Jian Han couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes, and they "crackled" on the ground.

Jian Han thought he had left, but he came back soon. His slender waist was hugged by his arms. He lifted her up. When she knelt down again, her legs were very soft. He had brought her so much. Thick and soft cushions.

Jian Han bit her pink lips and said nothing. Zhou Dayuan also remained silent and put her down. He turned and left.

Jian Han knew that he had not gone far, and there was his figure in the corner of his lowered eyes. He was standing in the distance, under a big tree, with fire and gas. He held a cigarette and was smoking.

I don't know how long it took, until a layer of cigarette butts fell at his feet. The woman in the distance stood up. She was probably numb on her knees. Her small and waxy body stood up with difficulty, and then she walked towards here with her head lowered. .

Zhou Dayuan dropped the half-smoked cigarette in his hand on the ground, crushed it out with the sole of his leather shoe, stepped forward to her side, frowned and asked, "Is it cold? Do you want me to hug you?"

In fact, he didn't want to ask "Do you want me to hug you?" His wife, his son's mother, shouldn't he just hug her if he wanted to?

But today she became so different. She was deeply resisting and repelling him. He didn't dare to make her angry, and he had to ask for her consent even to touch her.

Jian Han kept her head lowered. She ignored him, left the cemetery and walked to the nearby long-distance station.

The two of them walked on the road one after another, and the black luxury business car followed slowly on the roadside. Zhou Dayuan looked at the woman's thin and delicate back, and gently twitched the corners of his mouth, "Jian Han, don't be like this, eh? Kneel down like that Why don’t you hurt our son after walking such a long way? It’s okay if you don’t want me to touch him or see him. You get in the car and I’ll take the car home.”

Jian Han didn't speak. The words she just said in the cemetery seemed to have taken all her energy. She was walking dully, with no color in her eyes and mind. Maybe she didn't hear what he was saying.

Zhou Dayuan's chest was panting. Every day and moon of these years was torture to him. Only now did he realize that the torture was nothing at all.

He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and said a few words.

Soon the bus back to T City stopped beside Jian Han. The bus door opened and the driver called, "Girl, are you going back to T City now? I will take you back."

Jian Han got in the car with her head down, and she chose the seat by the window to sit down.

Zhou Dayuan watched the bus drive away in front of him, "Master," the rear door of the luxury commercial vehicle was opened, "Master, get in the bus."

Zhou Dayuan got in, and the luxury business car followed closely behind the bus.

The man in the back seat had his legs crossed and his head fell into the seat. His handsome face was very pale. His left arm hung weakly by his side. The entire cuff of his black suit was stained red with blood.

"Master, your arm is injured. Let's go to the hospital to bandage it first. The young lady will not be lost, but your injury is important. This is your hand with the scalpel."

A doctor's hands are probably the most expensive and delicate hands in the world. Saving lives and healing wounds all depends on a scalpel.

Zhou Dayuan lazily raised the corners of his lips and smiled coldly, thinking of her cold little face when she faced him in the cemetery just now...

How long does she want to stay in this state today?

Would she feel bad if his hand was disabled?

Jian Han, Jian Han, why have we been in love for so many years, and our happy time is always so short? Why is it that between you and me, we are always so...sad?

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes and said a few words casually, "No need."

It was already night when we returned to T City. The two of them entered the apartment one after another. Jian Han went upstairs. Zhou Dayuan watched her lie down in the quilt. Then he went downstairs and went into the kitchen to cook for her.

She probably hasn't eaten for a day.

Zhou Dayuan didn't cook. He fried a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice and made another bowl of tomato and egg drop soup. He took the dinner plate and brought the food into the room.

Kneeling on the bed with one leg, the woman's slender eyelashes like cattail fans were hanging down quietly. She was sleeping, and her shallow breathing seemed to disappear at any time.

Only when Zhou Dayuan stretched out his right hand did he realize that he was trembling. This was the first time in these years that he saw her devastated look, and he was afraid.

He is really afraid.

He touched her little face. Her face was cold. She had been under the quilt for so long without any warmth, but women's skin is naturally soft and smooth.

He touched her twice, but she didn't reject her. Zhou Dayuan's frown instantly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He sat on the bed and took her into his arms.

He touched the air conditioner remote control with his left hand and hugged her with his right hand. His kisses fell densely on her face and her pink neck, caressing and turning, "Honey, what happened today? Why are you doing this to me? I know what my parents are doing. "It's okay, you're in a bad mood, but don't worry about your body. Do you know how distressed I am when you feel so cold? I'll turn on the heater, and you'll have a good meal, and I'll hold you to sleep later."

He turned on the air conditioner, straightened her face with his right hand, and wanted to kiss her lips.

But the kiss didn't come, because the little woman in his arms turned her head away from him, "I want to sleep, can you go out?"

Zhou Dayuan's eyes suddenly darkened, and he understood that it wasn't that she didn't resist him just now, but that she didn't have the strength to resist him.

The big hand that was still touching her face froze. He stood up, let go of her, and put a soft cushion behind her. He handed over the bowl and chopsticks, "Okay, I'll go out, but you eat this bowl of rice first." Okay, I’ll go out after eating.”

Jian Han didn't look up. She obediently reached out to take the bowl and chopsticks and ate obediently.

She said nothing, looking pale and weak like a puppet.

After taking a small bite of rice, the woman frowned. Before she could cover her chest with one hand, she bent down and vomited all over the sky.

After not eating for a day, she vomited all bitter water. After vomiting the bitter water, she retched and the tears in her eyes flowed down.

Zhou Dayuan panicked. He quickly bent down and patted the woman's back, "Jian Han, don't vomit, okay? Control yourself, I'll pour you some water."

The water came, and the woman gradually stopped vomiting. He ran into the bathroom and brought a warm and wet towel, carefully wiping her little face.

The woman's face was so pale that the blue blood vessels in her thin skin could be clearly seen. She closed her eyes, grasped his sleeve with her small hand and negotiated with him, "I don't want to eat today, can I not eat, I'm not hungry at all. Can you go out, I don't want to see you."

This was the nth time she said she didn't want to see him today. Zhou Dayuan felt that he was used to it. He nodded, "Okay, I'll go out. If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. I won't force you. Just go to sleep and call me if you have anything. Jian Han, I will do whatever you want to do. I agree to it, but there is one thing, don't get rid of the son in your belly, otherwise, I don't know what I will do."

The woman didn't respond. She was so weak that she seemed to fall down at any time.

Zhou Dayuan helped her lie down and covered her tightly with the quilt. He bent down to clean up the dirt and dishes on the carpet, and went to the balcony to open a small window crack. He turned off the wall lamp in the room and left a table lamp. He walked out.

Walking to the kitchen, he poured all the rice and soup in the bowl into the trash can. He was angry, and his handsome face with clear outlines was tense and his brows were furrowed, but he looked calm on the surface. The years of forbearance and cultivation made him too old to lose his temper.

There was only one daylight in the kitchen, and the white light with a dry and cold atmosphere was coated on the man. He stood by the sink in a shirt and trousers, washing dishes seriously and attentively.

The light stretched his tall back very long. At this time, his warm body exuded a sense of coldness for no reason.

So lonely.

After washing the dishes, he walked into the living room with a medicine box in his right hand. He sat on the sofa. The injury on his left arm always needed to be treated. He would not let himself be really useless.

He still had a wife and children to take care of.

The white shirt on his left arm was stained red with blood, and the cloth stuck to his wound. He took out a pair of scissors and cut the sleeve in half. The motorcycle hit him in a hurry. Although he dodged it, his arm still hit it.

His arm hurt a lot. He knew that there might be a piece of glass in his arm.

He took out the pliers. It was not difficult for a professional doctor to pick out the glass, but it was probably painful. After picking out the glass, he fell pale into the back of the sofa.

His chest gasped twice. He calmly treated his wound, applied medicine, and bandaged it with gauze.

After dealing with all this, he lazily stacked his legs together, took a cigarette in his right hand and put it in his mouth, and lit a lighter.

He smoked from time to time.

With his left hand across the back of the sofa, he looked up at the roof and thought of the happy time last night. It was the same sofa and position. She sat on his legs, burrowed into his arms, and lit fire everywhere.

At that time, she would still bend her eyebrows and call him "husband" sweetly.

He raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled. The whole cold living room echoed his lonely self-mockery at night, and he gently closed his eyes.

The next morning.

Jian Han slowly opened her eyes. She turned her head and looked around. She was in the bedroom. She reached out her hand and touched her side. There was no one beside her. Zhou Dayuan was not there.

Jian Han lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Her snow-white feet were put into light pink slippers. She opened the door and went down the stairs.

When she walked into the living room, she saw the man on the sofa.

Zhou Dayuan was sleeping with his eyes closed. He didn't lie down. He just sat lazily and leaned against the sofa. His shirt and trousers were already wrinkled, but this did not affect his gentle and noble temperament at all. The morning sun leaked in from the floor-length curtains, and the gorgeous golden color sprinkled on him. There were green slags on his handsome jaw, showing the superior charm of a mature man.

Jian Han glanced at him and quickly found the wound on his left arm.

He didn't change his white shirt, so the sleeves of his shirt were stained with blood and bandaged with thick gauze. The wound should have been simply treated by him.