Chapter 4283 Qin Mo, Why Did I Have a Miscarriage?

After returning to the room, she was a little bored. She looked around and found some of her clothes here.

Judging from the texture and style of the clothes, they were definitely not for an 18-year-old girl. He Huan touched the fabrics and sighed in her heart.

Now it is really 2019.

Because she slept a lot during the day, she looked at it casually and was not sleepy at all.

Flipping through the books like this, she accidentally opened the bedside table and her eyes paused.

It was a medical record. After opening it, the name was hers, He Huan.

She also knew the doctor's name, Qin Chen, and the date was a few months ago.

He Huan flipped through the pages one by one, and until she turned to the back, she saw a few words -

accidental abortion.

Her eyes were stagnant, and she couldn't move away for a long time, just staring straight at it.

Qin Mo opened the door and saw He Huan sitting by the bed with a medical record in her hand.

He understood everything at once, walked over slowly, squatted beside her, and didn't say anything.

He Huan glanced at him, closed the medical record, and spoke in a voice as soft as a kitten: "Qin Mo, how could I have a miscarriage?"

Qin Mo took the medical record from her hand and whispered: "It's my fault."

He Huan still stared at his face.

Qin Mo put his palm flat on her cheek, and whispered for a long time: "We had a quarrel at that time, I didn't notice that you were pregnant, and you didn't pay attention, so the child was not saved."

When he said this, his voice was hoarse and hoarse.

In fact, that incident was not only a harm to He Huan, but also to Qin Mo, and he couldn't let it go.

At this time, the wound in her heart was revealed, hers and his.

He Huan's eyes fell on his eyes, and it took a long time for her to stretch out her fingers and gently cover the back of his hand.

Her voice was hoarse, "Qin Mo, do we also quarrel and feel unhappy?"

Her voice was a little fragile, probably because she was used to his kindness, so when he said that they quarreled at that time and the child was gone, she always felt a little unreal. The love she had received these days made her almost forget Rong Yue and the hurt they might have had.

She is already a child spoiled by sugar.

Qin Mo simply sat on the carpet, pulled her down and held her in his arms, resting his chin on her hair, "We are also ordinary couples, of course we quarrel, in fact, the beginning of our marriage is..."

Qin Mo paused, then slowly spoke: "Rong Yue became a vegetable eight years ago."

He Huan opened his eyes wide, "So you threatened me to marry you?"

"Threat?" Qin Mo's voice was low, "You begged me."

"Is there any difference?" He Huan opened his eyes wide: "Qin Mo, you are so shameless."

He smiled, if he had shame, Yi Huan would not be named Qin now.

He sighed, "The past is over, don't think about it, okay?"

He Huan didn't say anything, but when she was sleeping, she rested her head on his shoulder and couldn't help asking again, "Qin Mo, why did we quarrel?"

After a pause, she asked hesitantly, "Do you have a woman outside?"

This time, Qin Mo glanced at her, "What are you thinking about? You talk nonsense all day long."

He Huan lay straight and looked at the ceiling, "But I can't figure it out, how could we quarrel to the point of miscarriage? That child is..."

Qin Mo's voice was also a little hoarse; "The child is too young, and we don't know the gender yet."

He turned over, hugged her in his arms, and kissed her forehead: "Okay, don't think about it anymore, okay?"