Having Triplets With Potent CEO

Her eyes were terrifyingly cold.    

Then I can't keep this child anymore.    

But how was she going to use another child to keep his heart?    

She had to get his heart.    

Tang Mengqian clutched her stomach tightly and her eyes showed that she was determined to get it.    

In the afternoon.    

Qiao Nancheng was handling some matters in the company when suddenly his assistant ran in while panting. He was sweating profusely and was extremely anxious. "Director Qiao, it's bad."    

"Miss Tang was hit by a car. The child... seems to be unable to keep it."    

Qiao Nancheng suddenly stood up from the sofa.    

The ambulance in the hospital rushed over ten minutes after the car accident. At that time, the child in Tang Mengqian's womb could not be saved. When they were sent to the hospital, the doctor said that the child's heart had stopped.    

When Tang Mengqian heard this news, she cried out sorrowfully.    

The entire corridor was filled with her crying out in sadness.    

Qiao Nancheng stood in the corridor and leaned against the wall. He held a cigarette in his hand. The ashes were already at the end of his cigarette. It only woke him up after burning him. He looked up in a daze. It was his assistant who was talking beside him.    

"The investigation is done. The person who hit Miss Tang Mengqian was a fan of Tang Qingge. He had been dissatisfied with what Miss Tang Mengqian did to Tang Qingge previously. This time, the matter was a revenge that he had planned for a long time. It was a pity that the child in Miss Tang Mengqian's womb had already taken shape. It's a boy."    

The assistant hesitated for a moment. "Do you want to take a look?"    

Qiao Nancheng held the cigarette in his hand. The cigarette butt was so hot that his palm turned red, as if he did not feel anything. He turned his face away.    

The assistant knew the answer, so she turned her head and asked someone to deal with the dead baby.    

But at this time, Tang Mengqian suddenly ran out wearing a blue and white hospital gown. Her expression seemed to have received a huge blow. When she saw the nurse carrying the child who had stopped breathing, she went over like a madman and snatched him into her arms.    

Tang Mengqian carried the dead baby and her expression was uglier than a ghost. She looked at everyone with vigilance and a mental breakdown. "Why did you take away my child!"    

The nurse sighed. "The fetus has stopped breathing. We have to put it in the morgue."    

"Nonsense! My child will not die."    

Her spirit seemed to be on the verge of collapse as she hugged the child whose face had already turned green. Her entire body trembled as if she was unwilling to accept the truth no matter what.    

This scene caused the people in the corridor to sigh endlessly.    

When Qiao Nancheng saw this scene, his heart also felt somewhat uncomfortable.    

Suddenly, her expression froze, and she staggered in front of Qiao Nancheng. She held the child and let him see, "Nancheng, look, this is the child I gave birth to for you. This is our child. He has only been here for nine months. He will be born in a month. If he grows up a little more, he will be able to call you father. Nancheng, look... He is so young, and he is still so young. Why is he not speaking? "    

Qiao Nancheng looked at the child whose entire body was covered in wrinkles and whose face was ashen. His heart suddenly shook violently.    

He was the father of the child.    

This thought suddenly entered his mind.    

In the past, when the child was in Tang Mengqian's womb, he did not feel anything. But now that the child was born, he could feel this small life. Furthermore, this was his child.    

He looked at Tang Mengqian again. Tang Mengqian's face was pale and her mind was in a trance. She looked like she had suffered a huge blow.    

Her body was on the verge of collapse, as if she was going to collapse in the next second.    

He clenched his fist tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "He is already dead."    

"He's not! I can hear him moving in my stomach, and I can also hear his gurgling sounds in my stomach. I've been carrying him for nine months. When I was dreaming last night, I dreamt of him. He didn't die! You lied to me! You lied to me!"