The bar is not big, the decoration style is mainly simple, but there are many people inside. Some people sit at the bar and drink, others dance on the dance floor.

As soon as the two handsome guys appeared at the door of the bar, they immediately attracted the attention of many women.

Accompanied by deafening music, two women came over and sat next to Fu Ting and He Shaolin respectively.

"Handsome guy, let's have a drink together. ”

If it was usual, He Shaolin might have agreed, but today he was not in a very good mood, and immediately made a straight face, "I'm not in the mood today, don't mess with me!"

The woman beside him began to retreat and stood up.

The woman who was close to Fu Ting hooked her long fingertips and smiled bewitchingly, "If you're not happy, you'll be happy with some wine, right?"

"Hmph, you woman can talk. ”

The beauty raised the wine glass in her hand, "So, let's have a drink together?"

"Okay, have a drink. ”

Soon, He Shaolin and the two beauties drank and chatted, and they were very happy.

Fu Ting came over tonight to get drunk, but he definitely didn't want to find a woman to drink. He looked around and found a quiet corner to pour himself a drink.

"Is there anyone here?"

The woman wore a high ponytail, a modified sailor suit, and her immature face was covered with imperceptible light makeup, making her look like a high school student.

If...... If you ignore her slightly bulging lower abdomen, it can be said to be a sexy stunner, which makes the men who come and go show their lustful eyes.

"Why are you here?" Fu Ting looked over coldly, his face full of impatience.

In order to capture Fu Ting's heart, Song Siqin cooked at home every day and waited for Fu Ting to come back to eat, but he never ate it once.

Later, after the old man's order, she looked for Fu Ting with a love lunch, and often pounced.

During the Chinese New Year, she really didn't know what Fu Ting was busy with.

After many inquiries, she finally knew the real reason why Fu Ting was not at home. After thinking about it, she understood that she couldn't sit still, so she came over.

Fu Ting was a little puzzled, he was going to drink with He Shaolin temporarily this time, how did Song Siqin know?

"Ting, why are you looking at me like this?" Song Siqin thought that Fu Ting was fascinated by his outfit, stroked his face, and leaned over a little bit.

When her body was about to get closer, Fu Ting stretched out his hand to stop her, "How do you know I'm here?"

"I ...... I made an appointment with a friend, but I didn't expect to meet you here. ”

Fu Ting snorted lightly, looking up and down at Song Siqin, who was not afraid of the cold, "It turns out that you like to play cosplay when you meet with friends." ”

Song Siqin hurriedly denied it, "No, no!"

Getting up, Fu Ting said to Song Siqin, who was blocking his way: "Please give way." ”

"Ting!" Song Siqin glanced at Fu Ting shyly and timidly, threw herself into his arms, and hugged his waist tightly, "Ting, don't be so indifferent to me, okay?"

"Get out!" Fu Ting didn't have a good look at Song Siqin.

Song Siqin didn't give up, she still hugged Fu Ting tightly, and sprinkled Jiao in his arms, "Ting, people really like you, can you share your heart for Ning Wan with me a little?"

The pungent fragrance was inhaled into his nose, making Fu Ting's nose uncomfortable, and he pushed Song Siqin away fiercely, "Don't get so close to me!"

"Ting!" Song Siqin was unwilling and grabbed Fu Ting's wrist.

Fu Ting's face darkened and shook off her hand fiercely.

With a soft scream, Song Siqin fell to the sofa at the same time, and her waist happened to hit the wooden armrest on the sofa......

Fu Ting didn't care, and strode to leave. At this time, He Shaolin came over, put his arms around his neck and asked, "Which beautiful girl did you just pull and pull with?"

"Beautiful girl?" Fu Ting squeezed out the words from between his teeth, "If you like this beautiful girl, you can take it away." ”

"Don't mind, our family's An Qing will eat me," He Shaolin looked at the sofa with a smile, his eyes suddenly widened, and he laughed again, "Song Siqin, what the hell are you wearing?"

Song Siqin covered her stomach, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her forehead, and she hummed softly, seemingly very uncomfortable.

He Shaolin took half a step back, as if he was worried that he would get into trouble, "What's wrong with her?"

"Who knows!" Fu Ting was cold, didn't look at Song Siqin, and walked forward through the crowd.

He Shaolin was about to follow, when he heard someone shouting, "She's bleeding." ”

A long streak of blood oozed from the hem of the blue sailor suit, and even more blood flowed down the root of Song Siqin's white thigh.

Bleeding? He Shaolin was stunned, rubbed his eyes and looked over again, and finally confirmed. He turned around and walked over quickly to grab Fu Ting, "Oh no!"

"What for?"

He Shaolin was extremely panicked and pointed behind Fu Ting, "She...... She seemed to be bleeding. ”

"Bleeding is bleeding, what's all the fuss?"

He Shaolin broke Fu Ting's body and looked over, "Song Siqin is really bleeding, you'd better take a look!"

Fu Ting tilted his head slightly and saw Song Siqin lying on the sofa. Her sailor suit and the roots of her thighs were dyed red, and she was weakly reaching out to him at this time, "Ting, save me." ”

Fu Ting squinted and didn't move.

Compared with Fu Ting's calmness, He Shaolin looked even more excited, "Ting, let's hurry up and call the nurse car, shall we?"

"You called. ”

"Okay, I'll call. He Shaolin fumbled in his pants pocket for a long time before finding his mobile phone and immediately called the hospital.

Song Siqin struggled to get up, and stretched out her right hand to Fu Ting for help, "Ting, hug me, I'm ...... I'm so cold. ”

Fu Ting stood still, as if looking at a stranger. Many people noticed the situation on Song Siqin's side, some sympathetic and some ridiculed.

"It's so pitiful, the baby in the womb won't be gone, right?"

Song Siqin broke out in a cold sweat, but still didn't forget to refute, "You ...... What do you say? My child didn't ...... It's okay. ”

Another person said, "I come to a place like a bar with a big belly, I don't want the child in my belly to have a good time, right?"

"It's just that I don't know what my body is, even if it's a miscarriage, I can't blame anyone. ”

Everyone was gossiping, and Fu Ting looked at it coldly.

Song Siqin kept stretching out her arms and looked at Fu Ting, "Ting, is it okay to come here?"

Fu Ting looked down at his watch, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or complaining to He Shaolin, "Are you sure you're calling the right number?"

"Get out of the way!" several doctors and nurses hurried in on stretchers, "everyone get out of the way?"

When everyone saw that the other party was wearing a white coat, they immediately stepped back and made a way.

"Who are the patient's family?"

He Shaolin didn't think about it, and immediately pointed to Fu Ting, "It's him!"

Fu Ting's handsome eyebrows furrowed, and he said in a low voice: "He Shaolin! ”

"At this time, you should be responsible. ”

"It's not a question of responsibility. Fu Ting retorted coldly.

He Shaolin pushed Fu Ting forward a few steps, "You don't care about her, who cares about her?"

"I ......"

The doctor was anxious and a little impatient, "Since you are a family member of the patient, please come with us." ”

Fu Ting was quite helpless and followed to the ambulance, and when he got into the car, he glanced at He Shaolin deeply.