Chapter 524 He Should Torture Her Properly

A hot big hand was placed on her lower abdomen, and the heat continued to flow into her body. She quickly held the big hand, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

Long Sijue felt the little girl's dependence on her, but his heart was bleeding. This cruel little girl killed her own child. He should torture her well!

But why, seeing her suffer, he felt more painful...

Her little body was really cold. The doctor said that although it was an abortion surgery, also called miscarriage, it was normal to have a confinement period. Touching cold water was an absolute taboo, which was the most harmful to a woman's body.

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When Su Qianxun woke up, she was the only one lying on the bed. She pulled the corner of her mouth in self-mockery. It turned out that she was dreaming. Long Sijue hated her so much now that he probably didn't even want to see her. How could he come to hug her?

Thinking of this, the little girl felt particularly bitter, but what made her feel strange was that her body seemed to be much more comfortable, and the pain in her lower abdomen was relieved a lot.

Su Qianxun was awakened by hunger. She didn't eat much at noon because her hands were numb, and she didn't eat at night. Now her stomach is protesting.

It was already early in the morning. Su Qianxun thought that there should be no one in the kitchen, so she got out of bed and prepared to find something to eat.

When she arrived in the kitchen, she smelled a strong fragrance. When the little girl went in, she saw that soup was stewing on the stove, and the soup pot was emitting white hot steam.

Su Qianxun walked over and opened the lid to see that there was a pot of chicken soup in the pot.

She closed the lid and went to the refrigerator to continue looking for food, but there was nothing in the refrigerator. Su Qianxun only remembered now that Jinyuan did not allow late-night dishes.

She took out some dry noodles from the refrigerator. Five minutes later, a bowl of very light clear soup noodles came out of the pot. Su Qianxun walked to the room holding the bowl of noodles.

As soon as Su Qianxun left, Long Sijue came out from the side, holding a burning cigarette in his hand. Looking at the little girl's back as she left, his heart felt like it was pinched by a big hand, and it was both stuffy and painful. His fingers were burned by the cigarette and his brows frowned.

Long Sijue kept telling himself that she deserved it. Who told her to abort her child privately? She deserved all this suffering.

But why was his heart still so uncomfortable? The urge to hug her seemed to be uncontrollable.

Long Sijue turned around and looked at the pot of soup that was about to be cooked in the kitchen, and suddenly turned around and strode out.

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Just as Su Qianxun finished eating the bowl of clear soup noodles, the door of the room was knocked, and Huanhuan pushed the door open and walked in, with a bowl of chicken soup on the tray in her hand.

"Huanhuan, what is this?"

"Chicken soup, this chicken soup is stewed by me, and I specially served you a bowl to replenish your body." Huanhuan walked over happily and put down the tray.

"Will it cause you to be punished? You should take it back."

"No, it's a big pot, how can you tell if one bowl is missing? Drink it quickly, drink it." Huanhuan took it and insisted that Su Qianxun drink it.

Su Qianxun looked at her expectant expression and knew that this was her good intention. Thinking about her current physical condition, she did not refuse. After all, she didn't know what was waiting for her tomorrow.

Thinking of this, she felt particularly bitter...

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Long Sijue went to the hotel. He was afraid that he would not be able to help but be soft-hearted towards Su Qianxun, although he knew that he had been soft-hearted...