Qiao Yiming put his mobile phone back in his pocket. He took a look at it for a while, and then he was relieved. He walked up to Cheng Lin, with a bit of deception on his face: "Cheng Lin, I must go this time. Don't be angry. Is my time consuming good enough for you?"
Cheng Lin's breathing is about to stop, and the pain in her stomach is deepening a little bit. She listens to Qiao Yiming's words with no expression on her face. She listens to how the man puts those ridiculous reasons in front of her.
Qiao Yiming said: "Cheng Lin, at this time, don't be angry. You wait for me to solve those things over there, and I'll come back. I'll be with you all the time."
"And isn't the brook your sister? How can you be so indifferent when she meets such a thing? "
Cheng Lin listens to Qiao Yiming's words, she feels ridiculous. She didn't want to live any more. Would he care about those who had hurt her, or indirectly led to her misfortune?
But Cheng Lin didn't say anything. Instead of holding back the pain, she turned back to comfort Qiao Yiming: "you're right. Then you can go quickly and come back early."
Cheng Lin's words are not sincere at all, but Qiao Yiming actually believes it. His eyes seem to be lucky. He kisses Cheng Lin on the forehead: "also, you wait for me to come back."
Cheng Lin smiles, seems to be some cruel: "OK, I'll wait for you to come back."
Qiao Yiming left. Before he left the door, he didn't look back. Did he see how pale his wife's face was.
Cheng Lin waited until the door of Qiao's villa closed tightly before she finally moaned. It was too painful. It was too painful.
It's so painful that I can hardly breathe, and I don't have the strength to call out other people's names.
The things in her stomach seemed to be pulling her internal organs out. She fell to the ground and saw that there was blood under her body.
Cheng Lin didn't feel panic at this time. Instead, she felt that the dust had settled.
He really wants to see how Qiao Yiming will feel when he comes back and sees his body.
Cheng Lin gasped, her eyes full of resentment.
She is not the virgin, can't be indifferent to Qiao Yiming's deception. The heart is full of flesh, and she, Cheng Lin, will feel that she can't breathe because of these things, and that she can't bear them at all.
She will still feel pain after confirming the situation she expected.
Qiao Yiming's behavior makes Cheng Lin really realize that she is such an insignificant existence in Qiao Yiming's eyes.
Cheng Lin knows that even if she just held his hand tightly and told him not to leave, someone would hurt me, Qiao Yiming would not believe it.
Because he had already occupied the land, he was envious of Ruan Xiaoxi and was contending with each other.
He gave Qiao Yiming a little face, but also gave himself a little face.
I don't know how long it has been. Now Cheng Lin has no idea of time, because every second she starts now makes her feel that life is like a year and she can't bear it.
Finally, a servant came out of the kitchen and saw Cheng Lin lying in a pool of blood. She couldn't help exclaiming: "madam! What's the matter with you! "
Cheng Lin has no strength to speak, and the little things in her stomach are just like his father. She felt that she was about to be torn by him.
When she called like this, some people had gathered around her, and someone said: "madam is in a very bad state now, call an ambulance quickly..."
"And call the young master quickly."
Cheng Lin vaguely hears someone calling Qiao Yiming. The call has been hung up for a long time. When Cheng Lin feels that the call is going to be hung up, Qiao Yiming picks it up.
In fact, Qiao Yiming didn't notice that he had a habit. Because he had been in the mall for a long time, he would think a little about every phone call he met. He would think about how to deal with it and whether it was necessary to contact him before he could get through.
However, the only exception is Ruan Xiaoxi.
As long as it's Ruan Xiaoxi's phone, Qiao Yiming will get through immediately when he sees it, and if he's delayed because of something and doesn't see it, he will call right away when he sees it.
Cheng Lin's mobile phone is a little loud. She hears Qiao Yiming's voice impatiently: "what's the matter? Don't you mean to wait for me at home? "
The servant didn't expect that the young master with such a good temper would get angry for no reason, and his voice trembled for a moment.
"Young master, madam is going to give birth, but now it seems that the situation is very bad. Where are you going?"
Qiao Yiming had a pause there. He lowered his voice for a long time and said, "it's the lady who told you to lie to me like this, isn't it?"
"Doctor Chen knows a lot about pregnant women. He said that the day is usually not more than three days away. Since the wife gives birth naturally, there is no reason to give birth at this time."After hearing this, Cheng Lin felt cold in her heart. Qiao Yiming is always able to let her know that there is a very ugly reality waiting behind her when she thinks it is the limit.
Cheng Lin suddenly speechless, next to the servants are also looking at her with a sympathetic eyes.
The servant still wanted to explain something: "young master, what I said is true..."
Qiao Yiming's tone is obviously irritable: "OK, even if what you say is true, then send her to the hospital as soon as possible. What's the use of calling me?"
The servant didn't expect that Qiao Yiming, who has always been so devoted to his wife, could speak so ugly at such a critical moment. Everyone was stunned. Only Cheng Lin, with a faint smile, whispered: "OK, give me your mobile phone."
Cheng Lin doesn't know where he comes from. He feels that he must say something to Qiao Yiming and tell him personally.
Otherwise, she would not be reconciled, even if she died.
When the mobile phone came to Cheng Lin's hand, Cheng Lin reluctantly let her voice sound normal: "Yiming, you guessed it right. I asked people to say that just now."
Qiao Yiming said coldly over there: "Cheng Lin, I have made it clear to you that I will come back to accompany you, but now I need to go over. What do you have to make trouble about?"
"You didn't use to be such a small and jealous person."