"Child?" He Jiayin finally reacted when she heard the word child.

"Child!!" She let go of her hands, covered her face, and then cried heartbreakingly: "Child! Give me back my child! Give me back my child!!" She grabbed his collar again.

, as if he wanted to die with him.

"He Jiayin, why are you crazy?" Mu Zechuan grabbed her wrist to prevent her from exercising any more intensely.

He Jiayin cried heartbroken.

She shook off Mu Zechuan's hand and saw the baby products he had thrown on the ground.

The small milk bottles and shoes fell to the ground. She staggered over, picked up those things, and threw them all on Mu Zechuan: "Asshole, you did it on purpose. You bought these on purpose!"

Seeing the small things rolling on the ground, He Jiayin knelt on the ground in uncontrollable pain. She picked up the small clothes and held them in her arms, feeling extremely distressed: "My child, my child,

My child!"

"He Jiayin? What's wrong with the child?" Mu Zechuan also knelt on the ground, grabbed her shoulders and asked.

He Jiayin seemed to be out of body again, her eyes were empty, and she only said in her mouth: "My child, my child..."

"Mu Zechuan!" An Jincheng pulled Mu Zechuan up from the ground, and before he could stand firmly, he punched him hard: "You are such a beast, even your own flesh and blood

Don’t let it go!”

"What do you mean?" Mu Zechuan glanced at An Jincheng, and then asked He Jiayin: "What happened to the child?"

An Jincheng ignored Mu Zechuan, picked up He Jiayin, put her in the car, and drove away.

"He Jiayin..."

Just as Mu Zechuan was about to enter the hospital to ask what was going on, he saw the Mu family's car parked at the door. Feng Rui walked down in a hurry. When he saw Mu Zechuan, he hurried over: "Son, the child is

You asked the hospital to remove it? Ah? What on earth were you thinking!"

Feng Rui was so angry that he whipped Mu Zechuan hard with the bag in his hand.

This was the first time that Feng Rui hit Mu Zechuan when she was so old.

"Mom, what did you say?" Mu Zechuan's eyes turned red, horribly red, as if he wanted to bleed: "You said the child was taken away?"

"Why, you don't know?" Feng Rui looked at his son: "Didn't you ask them to do it?"

There was no murder in the hospital because Feng Rui called Lin Yixiang in time.

Lin Yixiang also spent a lot of effort to stop Mu Zechuan who was about to kill Dean Xu and Dr. Zhang.

Mu Zechuan had not slept for two days and two nights, nor had he eaten anything, otherwise two Lin Yixiangs would not have been able to stop him from killing people.

"Kawako, the matter has come to this. Doing anything else will only be detrimental to you." Lin Yixiang hugged Mu Zechuan and pinned him against the wall, fearing that he would kill someone.

"Let me go." Mu Zechuan's voice was extremely tired.

But Lin Yixiang still didn't dare to let go.

He was also heartbroken by what happened to He Jiayin, but he couldn't let Mu Zechuan do something stupid impulsively.

"I'm not speaking for them. They did such a thing and deserved to die." Lin Yixiang was much calmer than Mu Zechuan at this time: "If it hadn't been for that phone call, I would have given them 10,000 courage, and they wouldn't have dared to do anything.

The child’s!”

Lin Yixiang took a breath: "We must find out who made the call pretending to be you!"

"I know, please let me go." Mu Zechuan's voice was still weak, and Lin Yixiang could also tell that he was not as murderous as before.

He finally let go of Mu Zechuan.

I don't think he has the strength to kill anyone now.

Mu Zechuan took two unsteady steps forward.

Dean Xu and Dr. Zhang, who had been beaten into disgrace by him, were huddled in the corner. When they saw Mu Zechuan walking toward them, they couldn't help but shrink back in fear.

"Give me the baby." He held out his hand.

"Zechuan, don't be like this, Mom looks distressed." Seeing his son like this, Feng Rui quickly stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and pulled him back.

"Give me the child!" Mu Zechuan ignored Feng Rui and roared at the two people in the corner.

Dean Xu and Doctor Zhang almost lost their lives, and now their souls were no longer in their bodies. Seeing Mu Zechuan like this, they could only cover their heads and scream.

The little nurse who was kneeling on the side and calling for He Jiayin was still conscious: "Mu, Mr. Mu, I know where the child is. I, I will get it for you!"

No one understood what she meant. Only Mu Zechuan shouted at her: "Give me my child quickly!"

The little nurse cried and crawled out and ran to the operating room.

After a while, he ran back and handed an iron plate to Mu Zechuan.

This is the fetus that was just removed during surgery.

Feng Rui saw the bloody piece on the plate and knew that it was a child that had not yet formed. She felt sad and fainted.

Lin Yixiang quickly supported her: "Aunt..." He was too sad to speak.

If Feng Rui and Mu Zechuan are like this, then what will He Jiayin look like? How painful will it be?

Mu Zechuan tremblingly took the iron plate and held it in his arms.

"Son, let's go home." He left the hospital without looking back.

Lin Yixiang sent Feng Rui back to Mu Mansion. When he saw Mrs. Mu and Mu Zebing, he didn't dare to say anything and drove to Nanshan Villa.

Butler Li opened the door for him: "Master Lin, are you here?"

"Where's Kawako?"

"In the backyard greenhouse."

Lin Yixiang knew about this flower room in Nanshan Villa.

It was a few months ago that Mu Zechuan suddenly came to him and asked him for the phone number of the company that repaired the flower house in Lin's mansion.

Lin Yixiang later learned that Mu Zechuan built a greenhouse specifically for He Jiayin because she liked flowers.

As soon as the greenhouse was repaired, the two of them had a quarrel and separated.

Lin Yixiang also called Mu Zechuan stupid.

What is he doing in the greenhouse right now?

He came to the door of the flower room and saw Mu Zechuan's back through the glass door.

I saw him sitting under a white rose, not knowing what he was doing.

Lin Yixiang gently opened the door and walked behind Mu Zechuan, but he didn't respond.

Mu Zechuan was holding a piece of wood in one hand and a carving knife in the other hand, and was carving words with difficulty.

Only then did Lin Yixiang understand that Mu Zechuan was making a tombstone.

He couldn't help but feel sad.

Mu Zechuan had been carving for a long time and had countless blood blisters on his hands before finally making a small tombstone.

He set the tombstone under the white rose, and then slowly stood up.

Lin Yixiang saw the words on the tombstone: Tomb of his beloved son Mu Shaolin.

It turns out he had already thought of a name.

"Kawako..." Lin Yixiang put his hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him, but found that he was powerless to say anything.

"Son, daddy is sorry for you, I will definitely make the person who killed you broken into pieces!"

Mu Zechuan's back was turned to Lin Yixiang. When he said this, his shoulders shook. Lin Yixiang knew that he was crying.

Lin Yixiang has known Mu Zechuan since he could not speak.
Chapter completed!