Seeing the drizzle turning into a heavy downpour, Tang Huan's heart became more and more anxious, his whole body was soaked, and he was so anxious that he cried.

Pedestrians on the road also began to speed up their pace in this heavy rain.

"Can you lend me your phone?"

Tang Huan summoned up the courage to stop a passer-by, spoke Chinese, and kept gesturing in his hand, but the other party did not understand, waved at her, and then quickly disappeared into the rain.

After stopping one person after another, someone finally understood Tang Huan's gesture and lent her the mobile phone.

The cold rain soaked all her coats, and she shivered and pressed the dial button to call Xiao Lie.

No one answered.

If you hit again, no one answered.

Keep fighting, still no one answers.

How many phone numbers does Dr. Song come from?

Tang Huan thought hard, but he couldn't think of it at all.

In the end, she could only cry and smile at the Frenchman who lent her mobile phone, apologize for causing the other party to stand in the rain and wait for her, and then returned the phone.

The other party persuaded her in English that she was not very proficient: You should go and take shelter from the rain, beautiful girl.

Tang Huan shook his head.

There are too many people in the place to take shelter from the rain, and it is not conspicuous, what if Xiao Lie comes to look for her and doesn't find it?

Tang Huan hates this feeling of being on the streets!

Fear of being abandoned in a foreign land!

Perhaps everyone who has been abandoned will have this fear, this is a nightmare rising from the bottom of the heart, there is no escape, there is no escape.

……

Inside the hospital.

Xiao Lie didn't know how many calls he had made on his muted phone, and he didn't know what he had missed.

The lights in the emergency room have finally dimmed.

The doctor walked out of there, said congratulations, and the child was saved.

Xiao Lie just breathed a sigh of relief and put his mind at ease.

So much so that the doctor looked at him several times, the pregnant woman was emotional, sent over, there were already signs of miscarriage, and now that she was rescued, the child's father had no reaction?

It's weird.

Xiao Lie slowly tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair, a strange light flashed in his eyes, his dark eyes were as deep as a black hole, no one knew what he was calculating, but it only made people feel that the atmosphere around him was extraordinarily ghostly.

At this moment, Song Mingze called.

said that he knew that there was a very famous French restaurant in Paris, and he took advantage of this evening to bring Lin Yihuan to eat, and the taste was relatively light......

What else Song Mingze said, Xiao Lie couldn't hear it all.

There was a thunderclap in his head, and the whole person trembled with shock, and subconsciously said, "Lin Yihuan didn't call today, so you want to pick her up?" ”

Song Mingze suddenly felt a sigh in his heart, and when he heard this, he knew that it was bad, "Don't tell me, you lost people!" Where the are you now? ”

Song Mingze rarely burst into a foul mouth.

Now it's so stormy outside, and it's a little difficult for the car to drive outside, if Xiao Lie really loses someone, how can he not explode into foul language!

"I met Lin Yirou, she was pregnant and gave birth to a child, I saved her, and now she is in the hospital." Xiao Lie said very succinctly.

"! Xiao Lie! I don't know what the to say about you! ”

Song Mingze had just finished participating in the discussion of the doctor's team and borrowed an umbrella from his companions, so he hurriedly took the car to find someone.

Xiao Lie was flustered like never before, panicked terribly.

Confessed that a bodyguard stayed here to guard, and then left in a hurry.

……

Tang Huan sat in the rain.

Little by little, I watched the sky get dark.

The heavy rain poured down, smashing her eyelids so hard that she couldn't even open her eyes, her face was pale like a ghost, and the whole person curled up in the center of the square, shaking like a little milk cat drenched in the rain.

[Little Huanhuan dear, I think we should go and take shelter from the rain first. The wind-pumping system changed Tang Huan's name every time, and it cautiously prompted.

Tang Huan's mouth trembled for a long time before he muttered a sentence intermittently, "You know...... What is the strategy of punishing the heart? ”