Chapter 477 Zhou Jian Extra (3) Jian Han, Please Don't Leave.

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The two stopped talking and arrived at the place quietly.

Zhou Dayuan turned off the engine, took out the car key, got out of the car, walked around the car to the rear door, and opened the door.

Jian Han walked out.

She raised her head and looked forward in a daze. In front of her was a brightly lit office hall located in the city center.

She looked at it, but she couldn't find this place in her mind. She didn't know where it was.

At this time, the palms of his hands felt warm, and it turned out that her little hand was being held, and Zhou Dayuan was leading her away.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the hands held by the two of them. His big hands were so beautiful. They were slender and fair, unlike a man's. The cuffs of a clean black sweater wrapped around his wrists, and a precious watch was vaguely exposed. He looked like a rich man. The person’s style.

Jian Han felt hot at the base of her ears.

The hall door was pushed open and Jian Han walked in.

What kind of place is this? It has warm decoration with a milky white tone, a curved luxury crystal chandelier overhead, green bonsai plants in front of your eyes, and a fine wool carpet under your feet...

The hall is air-conditioned and the temperature is comfortable and pleasant.

She looked at it and saw several shining golden characters at the front desk and in the center of the hall - Jane's Mental Health Clinic.

Before Jian Han recovered, she was taken into an office. The office had a sandalwood desk, leather chairs, sofas, and goose-yellow blankets...

There is a lounge further inside. The lounge is well-lit, with swinging rattan chairs and a large bed with beige polka dots.

As she was watching, someone suddenly hugged her whole body from behind, and a low and soft voice sounded in her eardrums, "Do you like it?"

"Huh?" She didn't understand.

"Don't go to the hospital to work in the future. I'll open a mental health clinic for you."

It's like a student who studies design has her own studio, a student who studies dance has her own stage, and now Jian Han has a medical clinic that is exclusive to her.

"Does this cost a lot of money?" Jian Han looked at every decoration here with bright eyes and asked him in a soft voice.

"Well..." the man snorted casually, "it does cost a lot of money, but we don't care, your husband is rich. Didn't we agree that from now on, half of the money I earn will be used to support my son, and the other half will be spent on you."

A beautiful smile appeared on Jian Han's lips, and she suddenly felt so sweet in her heart.

but…

She turned around and pushed the man's chest with her two small hands. She looked at Zhou Dayuan with a strange and frightened look, "Who are you and why are you hugging me? A bully!"

She raised her right leg, bent her knee, and pushed it directly toward his trouser chain.

Zhou Dayuan quickly avoided, "Honey, listen to me..."

How could Jian Han let him go? She casually picked up a pillow on the bed and threw it at him, "Who is your wife? You must be delusional. Tell me, you big-headed ghost. I hope you hug me again, bastard." !”

Zhou Dayuan, who coaxed his wife all the way, "..."

Forget it, she has lost her memory now, so in order not to irritate her, he... ran away first.

So Zhou Dayuan, who had always been gentle and calm all his life, stretched out his long legs and ran out of the door of the medical center, without the little woman behind him chasing him out.

He stood up straight, and the raised corners of his lips slowly flattened. He raised his eyes and looked at the sun in the sky. It seemed that the day had not changed at all, but she could no longer understand his love words.

He wiped one hand into his burgundy coat, held the car keys with two fingers on the other hand, and walked down the steps one after another.

A month has passed, and Jian Han's condition has not improved at all. She keeps forgetting things and people repeatedly. Fortunately, she has a soft and quiet temper. She will not go out except this medical center. Whenever she goes out, Zhou Dayuan will will appear next to her.

One night, Zhou Dayuan was reading medical information in his study when he suddenly heard a scream of "ah". He quickly got up and pushed open the bedroom door.

Now he can no longer sleep with her, he sleeps in the guest room.

Turning on the wall lamp in the bedroom, he saw the little woman rolling around on the bed. The rosy little face he had raised was now pale, with tears all over her face. She was talking and kept murmuring, "Dad, Mom, I miss you so much." , woo woo... Don’t want my parents, don’t push me away, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I won’t dare to do it anymore... I am your daughter, please don’t drive me away..."

"Jian Han." Zhou Dayuan quickly ran to the bedside, knelt on the bed with one leg, and stretched out a hand to gently pat her face, "Jian Han, wake up, wake up, this is just a dream, parents love you Yours, they won’t drive you away.”

The little woman on the bed was trembling all over, and her satin-like black hair was stained on her cheeks from tears and sweat. She murmured in pain, "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I love you... Wuwu, I don't Dare, I don’t dare to love him anymore, I’ll forget about him now, okay... Dad, Mom, wu wu..."

When Zhou Dayuan heard these words, he felt like a knife was twisting in his heart. His flesh and blood were bruised by the twisting, which was heartbreaking.

Loving him has become a karma that she cannot overcome!

Zhou Dayuan sat on the bed. He reached out to hug the little woman. He didn't know what to say. Now every word he said was so pale and weak. He could only coax softly and use all his strength, "Jian Han, don't do this. No...it's all my fault, don't punish yourself like this, really don't..."

Being held by him, Jian Han seemed to be greatly stimulated, "No, no, go away!" She kicked him with her hands and feet, and broke free from his arms. She was crying, crying non-stop, crying heartbreakingly, and every sob of hers resounded in the quiet room. That was the blood dripping from her heart, and every drop was so tragic.

"Don't get close to me, don't... Mom and Dad, I don't want him anymore, I don't dare to want him anymore, please forgive me..."

As she said this, her soft little hand touched her already slightly bulging belly, "Mom and Dad, do you blame me for having his child... Woo, this child shouldn't come, it's my selfishness... Mom and Dad, I don't want a child now, please take me away..."

Jian Han clenched her little pink fist and began to hit her belly again and again.

Zhou Dayuan's warm pupils contracted violently, and a thin and long needle pierced from the top of his head, "Jian Han!" He roared and rushed over.

Holding her little pink fist in his palm, he put one arm around her trembling little body and pressed her into his arms, "Jian Han, don't... don't do this, I beg you..."

He kissed her half face buried in the pillow in a messy way. He was panicking and in pain. He had never been a lover in his life, but in the end he suffered all the pain of love.

"Jian Han, please don't hurt our son, he is innocent... He has been more than three months old and has formed. You are his mother, how can you not want him..."

Jian Han was struggling. She didn't know where she got the strength to push him away. She used her hands and feet to get out of bed, "Mom and Dad, where are you, woo woo, I don't want anything, please take me away..."

Zhou Dayuan was pushed away and his back hit the headboard. He looked at the woman who was about to go crazy in front of him, and then looked at her bulging belly. He suddenly felt warm liquid flowing out of his eyes.

He believed it. It turned out that it was really so difficult to love each other well.

With tears in his eyes, he reached out to open the bedside cabinet. There was a small medicine box in the drawer. He opened it and pulled out a silver needle from it.

He had no other choice.

How could a pregnant woman who was more than three months pregnant still need a needle?

But what else could he do without the needle? Would he watch her take his more than three-month-old son away?

He closed his eyes and hugged the little woman. He let her lie on his thighs, pressed the acupuncture point on her back with his left thumb, and stabbed it quickly and fiercely.

"Ah!" The woman screamed and opened her mouth to bite his thigh fiercely.

Time seemed to be frozen. The room was so quiet that you could hear the winter wind blowing outside the window. The woman who had bitten his thigh so fiercely just now did not move.

Zhou Dayuan pulled out the needle and threw it on the carpet. Blood seeped out of the place where she bit it. It was probably painful, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

She found herself trembling when she stretched out her hands. He trembled and brushed away the messy hair on her face, then lifted her up and held her in his arms, "Jian Han, does the acupuncture hurt... Sorry, I'm really sorry... I don't know what to do either, come and teach me what to do..."

With a "vomit", the woman vomited in his arms.

There was a sweet and fishy taste of blood in her mouth, and she vomited violently, as if she wanted to vomit out the only bitter water left in her stomach.

Zhou Dayuan patted her back in a panic. Every bit of suffering she suffered now was like a whip lashing his soul. He was more painful than her.

The woman finally stopped vomiting because she couldn't vomit anything anymore. The dry retching afterwards choked her tears. Zhou Dayuan took her into his arms. She looked like she had come out of the sea, and her pajamas were soaked.

He picked her up horizontally and sent her to the bathroom. He put warm water in the bathtub, held her in his arms, and washed her hair first.

Her small and soft body lay in his arms, like a little girl, so soft that she had no bones. She closed her eyes, and her energy was exhausted, so she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. She pouted her pink lips and spoke to him softly, "I want to sleep... I want to sleep..."

She didn't let him wash her hair or touch her, she was so tired that she just wanted to sleep.

Zhou Dayuan lowered his eyes and looked at her pouting and soft appearance. At this moment, she was like a spoiled child, which made his heart soft and soft.

"Wife, be good, you are sweating, you will catch a cold if you don't take a shower... If you want to sleep, sleep, I will hold you... I will move gently, it will be fine soon..."

He held a handful of her silky hair, and his fingertips suddenly froze when they shuttled in. His fingers pulled away, and his fingertips carried a handful of black hair.

She began to lose her hair.

He was stunned and didn't know how to react. Suddenly, he felt a slip in his arms. He lowered his eyes and saw that the woman's left hand was protecting his lower abdomen, and her right hand had been hanging weakly in the air.

Zhou Dayuan felt that he couldn't breathe.

After a while, he dared to stretch out his hand and slowly touched her nose...

She was breathing.

She was breathing!

Zhou Dayuan was like a drowning fish that suddenly returned to the sea. He panted and held the woman's little head and buried his head in her neck. He cried and called her name, "Jian Han, don't go, please..."

This was the man's most humble and pious prayer for her.

Don't go...