Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

Chapter 205 Why is it still bleeding after such a long time?

Tang Shuya sent Yu Jiaruo away and waited until midnight before heading home.

When I opened the bedroom door, the room was dark without a trace of light.

He muttered softly, "Really? You didn't even leave a light on for me. I thought you were sleeping too soundly..."

His words suddenly got stuck in his throat. He reached out and turned on the light. The sheets were spread out perfectly flat, without any trace of wrinkles.

There is no one up there.

The corners of his lips curled up in self-mockery and he stroked his forehead.

He actually forgot that it was he who asked her to live in Building No. 2.

He deliberately worked overtime until late these days. When he thought of her at Jin Mansion, he didn't know how to face her.

It's not that he felt sorry for her, but he was afraid that she would ask for a breakup in front of him again.

He was afraid that he would lose his mind and didn't know what he would do to force her to stay by his side.

He could hardly control himself.

In fact, he could live somewhere else, but every time he was about to go out, he couldn't help but drive towards Jin Mansion.

I walked slowly to the balcony. At midnight, the moon had disappeared, and only a few sparse stars were hanging in the night sky.

Tang Shuya lowered his head, took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, took out a cigarette with skillful movements, put it to his lips and lit it.

When the cigarette was finished, he put it out and turned to leave the bedroom.

When they arrived at Building No. 2, he quietly pushed open the door and she seemed to have fallen asleep.

He just stood there in a daze at the head of the bed, looking down at the pale face of the person on the bed.

He slowly reached out his hand and gently stroked her cheek with his beautiful fingertips.

It was cold to the touch, like the surface of a lake covered in fresh snow, icy and lifeless.

The coolness spread from the fingertips, and Tang Shuya's icy fingers trembled slightly.

The face was obscure and unclear, with a hint of guilt floating in its eyes.

Ling Zhen had been having trouble sleeping recently and just closed his eyes to rest. The moment the door opened, he knew he was coming.

At this time, she had opened her eyes and looked at him. Her clear eyes were as calm and still as an ancient well, and if you looked closely, you could see scattered lights.

That look was like melted snow falling down, hitting his heart and making him feel chilled.

His expression gradually darkened, but after a moment he gritted his teeth, leaned over and hugged her, "How are you feeling today?"

"Can't die."

Her tone was unruffled.

Tang Shuya just stared at her, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable. He suddenly pulled her up from the bed, gripped her shoulders tightly, and said harshly, "Ah Zhen, can we just let this go? If you want children, I'll have as many as you want."

She looked at him calmly, her jaw clenching slowly, but after a long moment she smiled softly, "Tang Shuya, is this about having a baby?"

Child, once gone, it’s gone.

The problems between them cannot be solved by one or more children.

Her status remains unchanged. No matter how many children she gives birth to, she is still a thing that cannot be seen in public.

Tang Shuya's face was extremely ugly, but he still suppressed his anger and could only breathe heavily, "Azhen, let me tell you, Yu Jiaruo and I are not real. As long as we complete the final cooperation, she and I will end it."

Facing Ling Yuan, Tang Shuya's bottom line has been retreating again and again invisibly.

This was a very conciliatory explanation for him.

There was burning pain in Ling Zhen's eyes, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "In that case, why don't you completely break up with her before coming to me, okay?"

"Ling Zhen! Don't refuse my toast and then drink the wine!"

His voice suddenly rose a few degrees, his good temper had reached its limit and he could no longer pretend.

Tang Shuya has never been a good person.

Ling Zhen closed his eyes and said nothing.

She was so silent. She stopped making noises and noises after returning from the hospital. She was as numb as a living dead.

He looked at her, his eyes were as dark as ink, and there seemed to be a violent storm hidden in them.

Suddenly, he pushed her down on the bed and pressed her down.

Ling Zhen lay there, not resisting, but his whole body was as stiff as a stone, with only tears flowing out.

She looked at Tang Shuya with tears in her eyes, her throat choked and she could hardly speak, "Tang Shuya, you are not a human being."

He felt that her body temperature had dropped several degrees compared to before, and felt as cold as ice water. Although her body was straight, her legs were trembling.

He stopped immediately and looked down at her.

Ling Zhen felt a cramp in her lower abdomen, as if something was flowing out uncontrollably. Tiny beads of sweat oozed from the tip of her nose. She frantically reached out to push him away, "Tang Shuya, please be kind, my lower abdomen hurts so much right now..."

His brows furrowed in thought, "Why is it still bleeding after such a long time?"

After saying that, he helped Ling Zhen put her pants back on, picked her up and walked out anxiously.

"Put me down. I'm going to the bathroom..."

Ling Zhen clutched his sleeve tightly. Tang Shuya paused for a moment, his expression stern. "Why go to the bathroom? Go to the hospital."

"No, really. It will be fine in a moment. I'll just go to the bathroom."

Tang Shuya's gaze lingered on her for a moment, but he still held her and turned to go to the bathroom.

Ling Zhen let him hold her, her eyes fixed on the sleeves of his white shirt, which were stained red by blood.

He, a meticulous and refined man, seemed not to care.

She looked down at him and saw that his jaw was so tight that a vein bulged out, his lips were pressed into a straight line, and his dark eyes were filled with worry and anxiety.

Her eyelashes drooped gently like a butterfly, casting a faint shadow on the contours of her eyes, and a sour pain lingered in her heart.

His coldness and indifference at the engagement party that day are still vivid in my mind, as if it were yesterday.

He clearly wanted to use force just now, but now he looks worried.

Which side of him is the real one?

Tang Shuya pushed open the bathroom door and gently put Ling Zhen down. "Are you okay on your own? Do you want me to help you?"

"I don't need your help. You can't help much. Please go out first."

He didn't mean anything special, he was just afraid that she would fall in the ward again like last time.

Or maybe he was used to being frivolous with her. He glanced at her, and Ling Yuan slightly arched her body, her hands still covering her stomach, but the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

She must have misunderstood something.

Tang Shuya was silent for two seconds, then laughed for some reason.

"Okay, I'm outside. Call me if you need anything."

He washed his hands and left the bathroom, thoughtfully locking the door.

After a while, the sound of water was heard inside.

Tang Shuya was sitting on the sofa waiting for her, and only then did he realize that his sleeves were stained with blood.

The scene of her lying in a pool of blood that day reappeared in my mind, and my heart suddenly felt blocked. I reached into my pocket to take out the cigarette box, but after thinking about it, I got up and went outside to smoke.

Twenty minutes later, Ling Zhen came out, but Tang Shuya was gone.