Pregnant with his ex-brother's cub

Chapter 38 Chapter Remembrance

In the next few days, Sang Yu didn't see Xie Jiangming again, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

That day, Ye Qiuyang asked someone to take him to the hospital. Sang Yu thought there was something wrong with his stomach, but he didn't expect that there was Xie Jiangming in that office, whom he avoided.

The two sat on the leather sofa, Xie Jiangming looked solemn, but Ye Qiuyang was still smiling.

"Is there anything for me?" Sang Yu stood vigilantly at the door and did not move. The assistant who brought him had already closed the door and went out. He was alone and helpless, and Sang Yu was already thinking about the chances of escaping.

Xie Jiangming felt pain in his heart seeing Sang Yu as if he was facing an enemy, and softly comforted him: "Don't be afraid, we won't do anything, we really need you for something."

Sang Yu didn't believe it.

"We need to trick you to come if we want to do it." Ye Qiuyang got up and walked over to pull his sleeve, and said solemnly, "I have checked the data of male pregnancy in the past few days, and I need your cooperation to check some places."

"What do you mean?"

Ye Qiuyang led him to lie down on the small bed beside him: "This examination can't be done outside, and you don't want to be seen by others, right. You lie down first, I need to get ready."

Sang Yu looked at the syringe and several ampoules filled with transparent liquid brought over by Xie Jiangming, and subconsciously covered her stomach: "What the hell are you trying to do!"

He suddenly remembered Xie Jiangming's words about killing the child a few days ago.

Xie Jiangming was watched by his baby-protecting eyes, and he put down his things helplessly and took a few steps back: "Don't think too much, I won't hurt you, and so does the child. After you check, I guarantee he's fine, okay?" ?”

Ye Qiuyang was getting ready on the sidelines. He broke the ampoule with a snap and sucked out the liquid, while comforting Sang Yu: "Why do you have to go to such lengths to make you have an abortion? It's really an inspection. Don't think so badly about us. We The purpose of doctors is not to kill people, we only save people... How do you say that, hanging the pot to help the world, good hands and kind hearts."

Sang Yu lay down dubiously, Ye Qiuyang didn't know where to press, a burst of pleasant smell came from the side, and Sang Yu's heart in his throat immediately fell back to its original place.

He watched Ye Qiuyang inject the tube of liquid into his body in a daze.

Sang Yu felt that his whole body was floating, his arms were limp, and he wanted to talk again, but his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier...

Sang Yu felt light all over, and the surroundings were so blurry, he could only see a white and clean little boy, about three or four years old, wearing cute overalls, standing alone on the stool by the window and looking out, the protective net The outside world is very quiet.

There was the sound of the door of the house being turned. He looked back with his round eyes open, and a pair of red high-heeled shoes "tacked" and walked inside. The little boy grinned at the corner of his mouth with a small mole, and shouted with a smile. : "Mama..."

The woman in the skirt bowed her head and hugged him: "Baby, I told you not to stand by the window anymore, it's dangerous."

Her voice was very gentle, but Sang Yu couldn't see her face clearly.

"Baby will be able to see daddy tomorrow, so I'm not happy~ Baby has always wanted daddy, daddy will come over tomorrow."

In the early morning of the next day, the woman came early to change the boy's clothes. She hummed a song in a good mood and neatly put on a small red bow tie for the boy.

"It's so beautiful, does the baby like it?" The woman kissed his chubby cheek dotingly, and went out with the baby in her arms.

The man in suits and leather shoes came late, and his voice was very majestic. Sang Yu also couldn't see his face clearly, and only heard the woman say, "Baby, this is Dad."

The little boy seemed to be frightened by this man, he shrank back in fear, and mumbled, "Ma Ma..."

"Baby, this is Dad." The woman seemed to be coaxing a few words patiently, but the child still didn't dare to move under the man's sharp eyes.

The man opposite chuckled: "When Ah Chen was his age, he already dared to jump on the table and argue with me."

"Xiao Yu has been timid since he was a child, he has never seen..."

"Such a naughty child is also my Si Huai's seed?" The man took a sip of coffee without interest.

The woman squeezed the little boy's hand anxiously: "Baby, this is Dad, don't you always want Dad, call Dad!"

The child couldn't open his mouth no matter what, he seemed to be aware of the man's dislike, and the woman might have hurt him, so he burst into tears: "No, don't pull..."

"You really raised a good son!" The man stood up, turned and left without saying a word.

Only the child crying miserably and the woman looking disappointed were left behind.

The woman led the boy home without saying anything along the way.

"Ma Ma... don't pull, want a baby..." The boy at home suddenly hugged her leg, "Xiao Yu only wants Ma Ma..."

The woman was stunned for a while, and opened his hand forcefully: "Why are you so stupid! You can't even call daddy! How will we live without daddy in the future? Who will raise you in the future! Then what am I going to do when I gave birth to you!!"

The woman's sharp screams frightened the child into tears, and she was annoyed by the crying, so she dragged him and locked him directly into his bedroom.

"Mama! Mama..."

From that day on, being locked in the bedroom became the norm, and the boy occasionally heard the woman flatteringly say on the phone: "Xiao Yu said he misses you very much..."

But the man never appeared again.

Sang Yu felt inexplicably heartbroken when she saw the child sitting alone in the kindergarten waiting for her mother to pick her up.

The last classmate who left took him by the hand and opened the snack box in his schoolbag: "Mom said she would pick me up later today, and left me some biscuits, can I share them with you?"

The classmate's mother came soon, and she smiled softly and said, "I'm sorry, baby, mother is late."

The boy was sent home by the teacher that day, and his mother came back impatiently with the bag: "Si Chen already knows the way home at this age, you useless bastard!"

The classmate's biscuits are very sweet, but his mother hasn't prepared them for him for a long time.

The boy slowly learned to go home by himself. He watched his classmates being led by his mother and held high on his shoulders by his father, but he had nothing.

The woman threw him a key, and he had to learn to go home and open the door by himself.

The teacher is worried, and sometimes follows him. The kindergarten is not far from the boy's home, but it is still too dangerous for a child.

The boy is more and more silent, because women rarely communicate with him.

His meals were prepared early, he learned to use the microwave, and his mother left early and came home late.

Occasionally, I met him a few times and scolded him with hatred: "Why are you so useless! How did I, Sang Shuqi, give birth to such a fool like you!"

It's not the worst.

The boy went to elementary school and gradually became sensible. It was raining heavily outside, and no one came to pick him up.

Looking at the exquisite sculptures in the school, he suddenly wanted to eat sweets. He wanted to eat sweet things, which would make him feel less uncomfortable.

Seeing that the rain had stopped, he hurried back with his bag on his back. Unexpectedly, it rained again on the way, and his whole body was soaked.

The water stains on the floor made the woman furious. She cursed nasty words, and finally slapped the boy who was shivering with cold: "Why don't you die! Don't forget to drench to death! Lost money! Broom star !!"

The beating started from that day. The woman seemed to have found an outlet and beat the child with various reasons.

The worst time was when the boy was robbed of his pocket money by a gangster outside the school, and he was rolled all over the floor with a broom by a furious woman.

He became more and more silent, and no classmates were willing to approach him.

The art teacher liked him very much and thought his paintings were very thoughtful, so he specially gave him a red one hundred points.

The woman who rummaged through his schoolbag cried bitterly that day while holding his art book. She began to send the boy to learn painting. Every time he came back from class, the boy could get a good smile.

Indulging in his mother's rare love, he liked going to class more and more.

But his talent is average. The teacher said bluntly: "Professional development is still short of talent, but if you work hard, you still have a chance to stand out."

The boy was beaten again that day, and his mother tore up his painting like crazy. The boy held his head and begged for mercy: "Mom, mom, I will definitely draw well, stop beating, stop beating..."

But the woman didn't wait until the day when the boy was born, she got very serious illness.

The man finally showed up. He helped the woman arrange the hospital and surgery, but he was exhausted.

The ten-year-old boy looked at his scrawny mother and knelt down beside her.

The woman couldn't move, she could only listen to the boy reading to her from his diary: "Mom gave me a kiss and she said: 'Good night, my baby'."

"This is my Chinese homework. The teacher asked us to write a diary every day." The boy gently closed the diary, his voice gradually trembling, "Mom, why are you not like this, why don't you love me all of a sudden?"

The woman's fingers moved violently, and she heard her son say, "I hate you."

"You don't love me, why did you give birth to me?"

The woman died, and the boy cried heart-rendingly. Sang Yu was so distressed that she wanted to hug him, but she couldn't move at all.

He watched the man pat the boy's head lightly, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

The boy never called his father. The man's family is very big. What he has to face is the servant who speaks viciously in private and the mistress and young master who pretend he doesn't exist on the surface.

Si Chen was five years older than him, this elder brother didn't bully him, and usually treated him politely.

Because of this, the boy called him brother, and Si Chen's friends laughed exaggeratedly: "Your 'brother' is really interesting."

They bit the word "brother" very hard, as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Si Chen smiled: "He is ignorant, so you don't understand either?"

That day the boy was brought into a room by Si Chen's mother. The woman said very gently, "Sang Yu, your surname is Sang, and A Chen's surname is Si. Brother, you can't bark indiscriminately, understand? If you call it wrong, everyone will It's a joke about Ah Chen."

His surname is Sang, and a person born from grass and trees cannot stand side by side with noble jade.

He was inferior from birth.

Ah, so his name is Sang Yu. Sang Yu patted her on the head, then his name is Sang Yu, what is her name?

Sang Yu thought hard for a long time, but couldn't remember who she was.

The scene turned again, and the life of the boy in the Si family was not any better. His father was so busy that he would not see him a few times a year. The boy secretly watched him get out of the car, and the man happened to see him too. He beckoned and said, "Sang Yu, come here, I happen to have something to talk to you about."

The 13-year-old boy has already entered the first year of junior high school. The boy has just started to grow tall, thin, and his face looks a bit like his mother.

It was the first time in three years that a man took the initiative to call him, and he followed him with some distress and fear. He was thinking, what is Dad going to tell him?