Poisonous love

"Doctor, how is the baby?" Luo Qing's eyes fell on the B-ultrasound display screen, and the little fetus was so noisy in her stomach these two days.

"The baby is normal and healthy, and will be born in three months."

"Uh-huh, great, thank you doctor." Luo Qing continued to look at the little fetus on the screen with excitement. That was her child. She had been miscarried five times after three years of marriage. This time, she was about to give birth and have her own child.

When she thought about it, she looked forward to it.

"Since it's healthy, let's have it." The door of the B-ultrasound suddenly opened, and Long Muye came in slowly, and he looked at Luo Qing indifferently.

For a moment, Luo Qing did not respond to the meaning of Long Muye's words, and involuntarily asked, "You ... how did you come?"

From her sixth pregnancy to now more than six months, Long Muye had never accompanied her to the hospital, and never asked about the condition of the child in her stomach.

As if this child was not his.

His indifference often made her feel whether she married the wrong person at the beginning, but she loved him. Just for that deep love, she did everything for him, and even donated a liver to his mother.

"Come, take her to the operating room and give birth right away." Long Muye ignored her at all, turned and directed in the direction of the door.

Immediately, the two nurses rushed in and involuntarily pulled Luo Qing, "Follow us to the delivery room."

"Long Muye, you ... what do you mean?" Luo Qing was in a daze. The baby was only more than six months old, and it was not enough time to give birth at all. Did Long Muye want to force her to give birth?

But even if it was born, a baby whose organs had not grown up was not likely to be healthy.