I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

The dark and dark eyes stared at her bulging belly, and the frown deepened.

How much did this little thing eat in one night!

The little girl tilted her little head, followed his line of sight and looked down, and saw that in the middle of the light green princess dress, her little belly was obviously bulging, round and bulging, like a small leather ball.

The little girl suddenly rounded her black and beautiful eyes. She looked at her bulging belly. Not only did she not hide it, but she happily stretched out her white and tender little hand, patted her belly, and said excitedly to her father:

"Dad! Look, there is a baby in the womb! What a big baby!"

Lu Junhan: "..."

Lu Anran: "..."

Chen Shuo: "..."

He guessed that Lu Shao must regret coming over.

Seeing this, Lu Anran couldn't help laughing and crying. She rubbed the little girl's head and said softly, "Li Li, do you still want to eat?"

"Don't eat it," the little girl lowered her head and hugged her big belly, frowning in distress, "I can't eat it anymore."

Just then, the phone in Lu Junhan's suit pocket suddenly rang.

It was Lu Qidong calling.

Lu Junhan frowned slightly and connected.

At this moment, Lu Qidong's voice was no longer as gentle and elegant as usual, neither hurried nor slow, but anxious and sharp:

"Come to the toilet on the far right of the third floor! Your aunt fainted from vomiting blood!"

Lu Qidong's voice was full of urgency, almost roaring. It was so loud that even Chen Shuo and Lu Anran next to him could hear it clearly!

The expressions of the two suddenly changed.

Lu Junhan and Chen Shuo didn't say anything and went upstairs directly.

Lu Anran didn't know what was going on above, afraid that they would be too busy, so she wanted to follow.

But he turned his head and looked at the little girl who was sitting obediently in the chair, staring at her with big black eyes in doubt.

Lu Anran paused, hurriedly called the bodyguards next to her, and asked them to help take care of the little girl first, and after a few words to the little girl, she followed upstairs.

Not long after, Lu Junhan, Chen Shuo, Lu Qidong, Song Qingwan, Lu Anran and the little girl, a total of two dark sedans quickly left the Haicheng Hotel.

Because I said hello in advance, the road was smooth all the way.

After running through five or six red lights, he finally arrived at Haicheng University Hospital.

...

Tonight is probably a sleepless night for many people.

Lu Anran found a clean and airy ward and played games with the little girl who didn't know anything. In the end, the caregiver refused to go back to Lu's house to sleep, and just wanted to sleep with the little girl who was with them.

Then he came out of the room with red eyes.

Apparently he just cried a lot.

Her face was pale and fragile, there was no trace of blood on her lips, her expression was sluggish, her eyes did not have any focus, and her whole body was shaking violently.

Tonight was probably the most terrifying scene she had ever seen.

Blood.

too much blood.

How can one person spit out so much blood?

There was blood all over the ground, the red was dazzling, and the red was shocking, but the aunt's face was so white, the white one seemed to have died peacefully, and the white one made her feel cold.

She seemed to be back at the age of five again.

The battered and battered corpse of the mother was placed in the mortuary, quietly and without any life.

She stood there, her mind blank, the blood all over her body seemed to freeze, leaving only an empty body.

So sad.

She was really sad.

Song Qingwan had already been sent to the operating room. The light in the operating room lasted for more than three hours, and it seemed that it would take longer.

Every minute and every second feels like a delay.

Lu Junhan and Lu Qidong sat on the bench outside, silent.

And Song Qingwan's assistant stood beside them with a face full of guilt and pain.

Up to now, things have been hidden.

The assistant simply said it all.

Now that Song Qingwan was inside, he felt uncomfortable.

"dad……"

Lu Anran came out of the room, saw them in the corridor, couldn't hold back, and threw herself into Lu Qidong's arms, whose eyes were also slightly red.

Her cry was very restrained, as if she was afraid that the sound of crying would interfere with the operation of the doctor inside.

With tears streaming down her face, she said tremblingly,

"Aunt... Aunt, she'll be fine, right? I, I actually have a lot to say... I want to tell her a lot, I... I thought, uh, I thought there would be time in the future, but why, why is this happening? …”

With red eyes, Lu Qidong swallowed the sourness that kept coming up from his throat. He patted her back gently with his big hand, and his slightly hoarse voice trembled:

"She will be fine, your aunt will be fine, your aunt is so nice, she will be fine."

But they all know it.

Advanced gastric cancer.

Basically it doesn't heal.

Death is also only a matter of time.

What's more, Song Qingwan's current situation is too serious.

They had to prepare for the worst.

Lu Junhan sat on the bench, his thin lips pursed tightly, the dark and deep eyes were deep, and the thin jaw line collapsed very tightly.

After a while, he suddenly stood up from his seat, without saying a word, took out his cigarette case, and went outside to smoke.

Seeing this, Lu Qidong turned his head and sighed.

To say who has the closest relationship with Song Qingwan here, I am afraid it is this kid.

Nearly twenty years of love.

Xiao Anran was crying like this, and Xiao Hanhan's heart was probably even more uncomfortable.

...

When Song Qingwan opened her eyes again and woke up, she saw the familiar ceiling of the hospital again.

And her hands were infusion as always, and there was a distinct smell of disinfectant in the air.

"Mr. Song, you are awake!"

The assistant was dozing off, but when she suddenly saw her awake, her expression was obviously very excited, and she suddenly stood up from her seat.

Song Qing tactfully turned her sour and tired head.

Who knows, as soon as he turned his head, he met Lu Qidong's tired eyes, who seemed to have slept all night, with many red bloodshots.

His clothes were still the same as last night, but they were messy. It was obvious that a lot of her blood had been stained on them. Most of them had condensed into dark blood clots.

But this did not diminish his gentle and elegant handsome temperament, on the contrary, there was a sense of sloppy and casual decadence.

When the assistant saw that Lu Qidong didn't speak, she coughed awkwardly and explained to her:

"That... Mr. Song, when you asked me to bring the medicine over last night, I happened to bump into your brother at the door of the toilet, um, and then your brother went in with me to find you..."

In fact, needless to say, Song Qingwan can guess it.

Lu Qidong is so sensitive and suspicious, how can his assistant be his opponent.

When the assistant saw him, as long as he showed a little guilty conscience, Lu Qidong would definitely notice that something was wrong.