Chapter 1272 Could It Be a Miscarriage? !

Therefore, now that she was chatting with Maupassant about such a dirty topic, she thought of what she was talking about with Song Wuyou.

But he didn't expect that he would lift a rock and hit himself in the foot.

Although she guessed what Maupassant was thinking, Huang Ling pretended not to understand anything.

She yawned, "Ha~~~ I'm so sleepy, so sleepy."

Maupassant's big palm followed her little hand.

Huang Ling was really tired. She looked at Maupassant faintly: "Momo, how about tomorrow night?"

Maupassant saw the fatigue between her brows. He kissed her brows and said softly: "If you don't do it, just sleep like this."

He held her little hand and moved it towards his.

He was naked, not even wearing an undergarment, and with her hands covering him like this, it seemed like all the heat was concentrated in her palms.

Huang Ling exclaimed: "It's so hot——"

"Don't make any noise, close your eyes and go to sleep." Maupassant said.

The man's voice was as deep and hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sand, revealing a rich and uncomfortable sound of bath fire.

Huang Ling looked at him silently for a few seconds, then closed her eyes, not daring to open them again.

He didn't dare to move the hot little hand he held.

Maupassant opened his eyes, his face was red and wild, his face was handsome, and his eyes were locked deeply on Huang Ling's face.

The way she forced herself to close her eyes seemed very funny to Maupassant.

The bridge of his small nose was wrinkled, and his brows were also wrinkled.

Maupassant lowered his head, kissed her between the eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Stupid woman."

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Dreamless, when Huang Ling woke up, Maupassant had already gotten up and was making breakfast in the kitchen.

“Ah, it’s so comfortable~~~~”

Huang Ling spread her limbs and lay comfortably on the bed, lying in a large character shape, which was very unsightly.

She took a deep breath, she was in a beautiful mood, even her breath was sweet, with the sweet smell of delicious food.

"What delicious food did Momo make for me?" Huang Ling sat up slowly and said with a smile to herself: "I'm going to brush my teeth. After washing up, I'll go out for breakfast."

Entering the bathroom, I took off my pants and prepared to sit on the toilet.

But when she saw brown blood stains on her light purple inner body, her face changed in horror.

In his heart, his heart beat faster and faster due to fear.

She pulled her pants and stared at the blood on the inner wall in horror. What's going on? Why do you see red again? Could it be a miscarriage?

My heart became more and more frightened, and my hands were trembling.

"Huang Ling?" Maupassant had made breakfast and came in to ask her to get up and eat. No one was on the bed. He came to the bathroom door and knocked gently, and a pleasant voice came in.

"Momo..." Huang Ling's voice trembled, and she sounded like she was about to cry.

Maupassant's heart tightened, and without saying a word, he quickly opened the door and came in.

Seeing her holding up her pants, her face pale and her expression frightened, Maupassant stepped forward and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are you scared?"

"Neiku... Neiku..." Huang Ling was speechless. When she thought about her miscarriage, her soul was gone.

Inner library?

Maupassant looked down in confusion and saw that there was brown secretion in his inner treasury!

Maupassant frowned, is it blood?

He was very nervous, but in front of Huang Ling, he couldn't lose control.

He helped her lift her pants and comforted her: "It's not a lot of blood. Don't be too nervous. Just relax. I'll take you to the hospital!"

After saying that, he picked her up and walked out of the bathroom quickly!

"I'm so scared..." Huang Ling grabbed the clothes on Maupassant's chest tightly with both hands, her voice trembling.