The emergency wife stared at the man with tattoos with intense hatred in her eyes, "I hate why it wasn't you who died?"
The man with the tattooed arms suddenly reached out his hand, banged the emergency room wife against the wall, and kissed her face randomly, saying incoherently, "We will have it again, you are not allowed to hate me."
The emergency wife struggled with both hands to slap the man with tattoos, twisting her face to avoid being kissed by him. When she thought of the sad things, tears flowed uncontrollably.
The man with tattoos looked at the crying emergency room wife and panicked. He frantically pulled out tissues to wipe her tears. "Don't cry, don't cry. My heart is broken when my baby cries."
The emergency room wife burst into tears, sobbing and rubbing her deflated belly. She complained, "Don't call me baby. If I hadn't seen your dirty look, how could I have miscarried my son? When you were fooling around with other women, why didn't you think this day would come? I hate you."
The man with tattoos tightly grasped the hand of his wife in the emergency room, and anxiously defended himself, "I don't love her, I only love you. I only want you from now on, okay? Please forgive me this time, I won't dare to do it again."
The emergency room wife pushed the tattooed man who came over, not hiding the disgust and hatred in her eyes, "You made me unable to be a mother for the rest of my life, so I will be your mother for the rest of my life."
The tattooed man's face turned pale, and he laughed in anger. He stood up with a bang, clenched his fists, and clenched them, and dragged the reluctant and struggling emergency room wife out. "You are my wife, in this life and the next."
The emergency room wife struggled and pried the tattooed man's hand apart, "Let go, I'm your mother."
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