Chapter 752: This Shouldn't Have Ended Between Her and Me

She gave birth to a daughter.

Xuanying's scarlet eyes suddenly shrank, and he looked at Tang Mo'er in shock.

Tang Mo'er looked at Feng Lingxue on the bed with soft eyes, "Silver-faced King, yes, you heard it right, Sister Lingxue gave birth to a daughter named Mou Mou."

Tang Mo'er looked at Xuanying sideways, "So now you should understand how sorry and guilty Sister Lingxue is to you. She regards all this as her own fault. No matter how you humiliate her, she can understand you, because she also hates herself being ruined like this."

Xuanying's two big hands hanging at his sides clenched tightly into fists. He didn't know, he didn't know anything...

Three years ago, what happened the night before the coming-of-age ceremony, where was he?

Xuanying tried to recall, but he had a headache.

Hiss.

His head hurts.

He stretched out his palm and pressed it on his head. Why can't he remember it?

He had no memory of that night.

"Where is that child... now?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

"Mo Mou is dead."

What?

Xuanying's heart suddenly tightened. Why did he feel so distressed because of a strange child?

"After Moumou died, Sister Lingxue went crazy for half a year and was locked up in a dark room by Bei Wangjue. Later, Sister Lingxue suddenly recovered because Bei Wangjue told her that her brother Ying was now in the imperial capital and she could go find him."

"I think," Tang Moer felt a little cold. She stretched out her slender arms and hugged herself, saying softly and sadly, "You are the biggest regret in Sister Lingxue's heart, the most unforgettable yearning. She pretended to be well. She constructed a dream world for herself. In this world, there is Moumou and you."

Xuanying walked over step by step and walked to the bed. He lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Lingxue hugging the pillow in her arms. A few strands of hair were tucked behind her ears. She patted the pillow softly, "Be good, Moumou, mommy will accompany you to sleep..."

Xuanying raised his hand, his fingertips were already trembling. He wanted to touch her face and touch her child.

At this time, Feng Lingxue suddenly raised her head. She stared at Xuanying coldly and vigilantly, "Don't touch me! Don't touch my Moumou!"

Xuanying's heart was stabbed hard, and even his big palm froze in mid-air. His dry throat rolled up and down. He tried to soften his voice, "Lingling, don't be afraid... I won't hurt you... I will protect you well in the future..."

"Liar!" Feng Lingxue pushed him away forcefully, "You are a liar, I won't believe you! You are a devil, a man-eating devil!"

Devil.

She said he was a devil.

She was like this, but she still remembered that he was a devil.

Xuanying shook his head painfully, "I am not, Lingling, I really am not..."

He grabbed her delicate shoulders and wanted to hold her in his arms.

"Get out! Don't touch me!" Feng Lingxue opened her mouth and bit his arm.

She bit very hard, trying to bite off a piece of his flesh.

Bright red blood seeped through the shirt.

Xuanying felt pain, not from her bite, but from his heart. He pressed her little head into his arms, "Lingling, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry, I was wrong... You can hit me or scold me, but... don't push me away..."

He rubbed his resolute chin against her soft hair, and leaned over to kiss her hair hard.

The more she struggled, the tighter he held her.

He was going to lose her.

He lost her.

This voice kept lingering in his ears, and fear, terror, and sudden pain surged from his limbs. He was like a piece of wood about to drown, and he could only hold her tightly and hold her to breathe.

"Ah! Mou Mou! My Mou Mou!"

During the struggle, the pillow in the quilt was about to fall off, and Feng Lingxue screamed.

"Silver-faced King, that's enough, don't provoke Sister Lingxue!" At this time, Tang Moer stepped forward and pulled Xuanying away.

Xuanying let go, and Feng Lingxue quickly hugged the pillow and hid in the corner of the bed trembling.

She stared at him with wariness and rejection.

Xuanying felt that he couldn't breathe, everything was in a mess, "Lingling, don't be afraid, I'll go out now!"

He comforted her, then turned and went out.

...

Outside the door, Xuanying's tall body leaned against the wall decadently, and there was a desolate pain in his dark eyes.

At this time, "click", Sikong came out from inside.

"What's wrong with her?" Xuanying asked hoarsely.

Sikong raised his eyes, "The patient's physical injuries will slowly heal, but that terrible mental illness has swept over again."

In short, Feng Lingxue is crazy.

She is crazy again.

Xuanying punched the wall, and blood came out of his fist and flowed down the wall.

"I just gave the patient psychological hypnosis, but unfortunately, the patient is full of vigilance and defense against this world. She refused to open her heart, so I couldn't go in." Sikong simply told Xuanying the medical results.

Xuanying lowered his eyelids and didn't speak for a while.

"Silver-faced King, what are your plans?" Tang Moer said, "I see that Sister Lingxue is very repulsive to you now, I want to take her to my place..."

"No need." Xuanying refused.

Tang Moer looked at him.

Xuanying's handsome features were so tense that they turned pale, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I will take good care of her. She rejects me, I just need to hide from her. Also, I will definitely find out what happened three years ago. I will find out the man who ruined her. I will also check... Mou Mou..."

"Silver-faced King..."

"Miss Tang," Xuanying looked at Tang Mo'er, and slowly raised his thin lips to a self-deprecating arc, "I know... there is no possibility for me and her, but even if it ends, it shouldn't end like this."

...

Sikong and Tang Mo'er left Hanshan Garden together. Tang Mo'er looked at Sikong with a sidelong glance, "Doctor Sikong, can you treat the injury on the face of the Silver-faced King?"

Sikong put one hand in his trouser pocket, and the pair of black eyes behind the gold-wire mirror showed a few faint smiles, "He doesn't want to be treated, why should we treat him?"

Tang Mo'er paused.

"Physical injuries are easy to treat, but psychological diseases are difficult to treat. There are not one but two people who are sick in Hanshan Garden."

Tang Mo'er looked at Sikong. He took off his white coat, and tucked his British-style plaid suit into his arms. His handsome features, even his thin lips were a little pink, and he was a man with good luck in love.

At this time, two beams of light came over, and a limited edition Land Rover luxury car slowly stopped.

"Ms. Tang, my personal assistant is here. I'm leaving first. I'm attending an academic seminar in Country A during this period. Please call me if you have any questions."

"Okay, thank you, Doctor Sikong."

"You're welcome. I have one thing to trouble you, Ms. Tang. If anyone in Mexico asks about my condition, please reply that I'm still treating patients."