"But..." Guo Xinli was still hesitating, and Ye Wenming's voice had interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Today, no one of you can leave without my permission!" Ye Wenming ordered Liang Fang beside him, "Call the police and say that my wife is at the train station with a strange man, asking the police to deal with civil disputes."

"Yes." Liang Fang responded.

Zhuo Qianyun was anxious, "Ye Wenming, don't make any unreasonable trouble anymore. If you really hate me so much, just come to me. You can take revenge at any time, but don't treat Brother Guo like this. He is a good person and shouldn't be implicated by me!"

"Good person?" Ye Wenming walked to Zhuo Qianyun and pinched her chin with his fingers. "So, I am a bad person? So you just looked down on me so much. No matter how I beg you, you never want to give me a chance?"

"I..." She wanted to speak and explain, but suddenly, she frowned and a low moan with a slight pain escaped from her mouth.

pain!

The stomach... is hurting!

Zhuo Qianyun covered her abdomen with one hand, feeling a sudden violent fetal movement in her belly, and every fetal movement made her feel a sense of pain.

But compared to the pain, she was more afraid, afraid that this was an ominous sign, and afraid that the child would leave her!

In just a moment, a layer of sweat oozed out of Zhuo Qianyun's forehead and palms.

And her face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

Ye Wenming naturally noticed her strangeness, and his face changed immediately, "What's wrong with you?"

"My stomach... is hurting... Ye Wenming... hurry up, take me to the hospital, is it okay to go to the hospital..." She said with difficulty, just a short sentence, as if she had used up all the strength in her body.

Ye Wenming quickly picked Zhuo Qianyun up and hurried back to the car. Liang Fang, who was beside him, quickly followed.

The car drove towards the hospital like an arrow.

In the car, Zhuo Qianyun bit her lower lip with her teeth, enduring the pain in her belly. The sweat on her forehead soaked the hair on her forehead.

Big drops of sweat rolled down her cheeks, making her face pale.

Her brows were frowning tightly because of the pain, and every breath seemed so heavy.

And her hands were desperately covering her lower abdomen, as if she was using all her strength to retain this child!

Looking at Zhuo Qianyun like this, Ye Wenming felt at a loss and felt distressed, but he didn't know what he should do to relieve her pain.

"Don't...don't bite your lips. If it hurts, you can shout it out, or... bite my hand." After a while, he squeezed out this sentence.

Her teeth were so tightly biting her lower lip that it seemed to bite her lips at any time.

Zhuo Qianyun shook her head and after a while, she said dryly, "Help me... save this child... okay... I... I know, now... you have no feelings for me, but this child... I beg you... to help me save it anyway... I... I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life."

Her intermittent voice made his heart even more painful!
Chapter completed!