Liang Yichen sat in the car a little uneasy, originally wanted to wait for the driver to arrive at him before leaving, but the driver called and said that there was a bit of traffic jam on the road, and it might take some time.

He rubbed his temples, thinking that she shouldn't have anything to do at home, and there were a lot of things waiting for him to deal with in the company, forget it, don't wait, let's go to the company first.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual nearby, Liang Yichen slowly started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove out.

In the gloomy parking lot, Lan Mengjiao's clumsy body ran forward with difficulty, running towards the parking space of their house, and kept shouting: "Yichen, don't go, you can't go to her, don't go to ......"

The shining headlights pierced her eyes, and she couldn't see how far away she was, all she knew was that she had to stop him, and she couldn't let him go to the woman.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of his car, and Liang Yichen, who had just turned the corner, was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped on the brakes.

"Ah......h

A scream, accompanied by the screeching sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground, pierced the sky, and bright red blood spread quickly on the ground, like a blooming red lotus......

Liang Yichen endured the severe pain and hurriedly climbed out of the car, and the scene in front of him made him almost collapse......

The woman who had just had breakfast with him was lying motionless in a pool of blood, and he couldn't believe what was going on.

Liang Yichen's face was full of pain, he limped forward, knelt down, gently held the woman in his arms, and called her softly: "Mengjiao, Mengjiao! Wake up, don't scare me, I'm Yichen!"

As if hearing his call, Lan Mengjiao slowly opened her eyes, saw the familiar face in front of her, a trace of relief flashed in her eyes, and she was a little sad, and asked weakly: "Yichen, our ~ child, you will~ take good care of him, right?"

"Don't say it, I'll take you to the hospital, you have to take care of him yourself!" Liang Yichen said with red eyes and a hoarse voice.

But I saw Lan Mengjiao shaking her head slightly, and her mouth began to vomit blood, she knew that she was going to die, and her eyes were stained with deep sadness and grievance.

She wants to be by his side, with their children, and live a simple and ordinary life.

If she is not the daughter of the Lan Group, if he is not the heir of the JC Group, they are just ordinary people, she is just Lan Mengjiao, and he is only Liang Yichen, will there be a difference between them......

Lan Mengjiao's eyes were so thick that she couldn't dissolve the sadness, tears slid down her face, she used all her strength, slowly raised her bloody, trembling hand, her fingertips caressed, Liang Yichen's angular side face, her eyes were full of attachment and reluctance.

"Yichen, I'm ~ really, really... Don't... No... Go...... Find her, please... Take care of ...... We...... Our... Target...... Child......" Lan Mengjiao said with difficulty, and a large mouthful of blood spit out from her mouth, staining Liang Yichen's white shirt red......

The breath became weaker and weaker, her hand reluctantly stroked Liang Yichen's face, the sadness in her eyes was even worse, when she was alive, he was always cold and alienated from her, and now that she was going to die, the distance between them was finally close.

From the first time she saw Liang Yichen, scene after scene flashed in front of her eyes, and the bits and pieces of their together, although not so beautiful, made her nostalgic and made her reluctant.

Does she hate Liang Yichen? Maybe, but she understands that it is a hate born of love, how much she loves Liang Yichen, how much she hates him, now, she is leaving, with her love, hate and loss, with her unwillingness and resentment, leaving this not very kind world, leaving this man who made her love to the bone marrow, but never treated her well.

Lan Mengjiao's face was full of despair, her eyes widened hard, wanting to see him for the last time, she looked at the man in front of her deeply, she wanted to remember his face, if there was really a bridge, she would not drink Meng Po's bowl of soup, she would have been on the bridge, waiting for him, even if it was a hundred years, thousands of years......

Tears blurred her eyes, she really couldn't bear this man, she couldn't bear the child in her belly, but she was so painful, her heart hurt, she was so tired, she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep well......

Lan Mengjiao slowly closed her eyes, her cold hand instantly slipped on his arm, and a cold tear from the corner of her eye slid down her ears and to her neck, burning Liang Yichen's heart like a pinprick pain.

Liang Yichen saw her sincerity in her complicated eyes, but it was too late.

Looking at the woman in his arms, there was no movement, no trace of anger, he stroked it in a daze, her face full of blood:

"Mengjiao, Mengjiao, wake up, don't sleep, I'm Yichen, I'll promise you whatever you want, wake up!" Liang Yichen shouted with red eyes and a hoarse voice.

"Help! Help!" Liang Yichen's eyes were red, and he cried helplessly, but no one came to the dark underground parking lot.

Liang Yichen's blood-stained hand gently put her head on the ground, straightened up, wiped the blood on his white shirt with one hand, took out the phone with one hand from his pocket, and pressed 120 tremblingly, staring at the woman on the ground with scarlet eyes, as well as her high bulging belly, her voice was hoarse and trembling, and she begged in a trembling voice: "Help! Please, save my child!!"

Before he could finish speaking, his blood-stained phone fell to the ground with a dull sound.

"Ah~~!ah~~!ah~~!"

One was more sad than the other, the other was more desperate than the other, and the grief-stricken howl of looking up to the sky echoed in the air and could not be dispersed for a long time.

............

Outside the emergency room, Liang Yichen was covered in blood and sat on the ground with dull eyes.

"Yichen, son, get up quickly!" Liang's mother called distressedly.

Hearing the familiar voice, Liang Yichen slowly raised his head, and saw his mother's tear-stained face, he nervously rubbed his bloodstained hands, like a child who had done something wrong, his voice trembled lightly, and said helplessly: "Mom, I killed someone, Mom, I drove her to death, I killed my wife and children with my own hands... Mom, what should I do......"

The mother knelt on the ground, hugged Liang Yichen, who was trembling badly, like coaxing a child, gently patted his back, wiped her tears, and said:

"Child, don't blame yourself, mom knows, you didn't mean it, it was mom who didn't take care of her, I'm sorry, it's all mom's fault......"

"Auntie, Yichen, what's the matter, didn't Lan Mengjiao live in the villa with you to raise a baby? How could this be?" Lu Xiran, who dared to come, asked anxiously.

"Mengjiao told me to take a walk in the yard, I left for a while, and she disappeared, I thought she was just walking around, but I didn't expect ......," Liang's mother said with red eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two middle-aged men dressed in extraordinary clothes running towards them in a hurry.