Fang Bingqing was not worried about Han Siwen's injury.

She was very light just now, his hands can't be wasted, and people can't die.

Lift your finger and tap the screen twice, but the screen is always on.

Press the power button again, only to find that the phone is out of power and automatically turns off.

It's a bit of a back, I forgot to charge my phone last night!

I didn't even bring lipstick and eyebrow pencil in my shoulder bag, let alone a power bank and a data cable.

At this moment, Fang Bingqing had to pat his head twice depressedly.

The old Lai Han Siwen next to him didn't know when he had gotten up, and the corners of his mouth curled towards Fang Bingqing.

"I just heard your friend call you Bingqing. What two words? Is it the 'Bingqing' of 'Bingqing Yujie'? ”

Probably because of the arrival of the eldest aunt, Fang Bingqing was extremely irritable now.

"I don't want to talk to you." Her lower abdomen hurt a little more than before, which made her words soft and weak.

"That's it~" Han Siwen said with a smile, "The name is quite nice." ”

At the end, he asked very curiously: "Eh, Bingqing, are you really not my fan?" ”

Hey, this 'Bingqing' and 'Bingqing' are even more pleasant to call than the guy Wenci.

Fang Bing gave him a clean look and did not answer the question.

"I'll get out of the car when I'm done." The voice is cool and indifferent.

With the increasingly pale lip flap, it looks particularly alienated.

After speaking, he turned his head slightly, and his bright eyes met the pair of somewhat charming peach blossom eyes next to him.

"Mr. Han, there will be no time in the future."

Han Siwen's face narrowed slightly, and then his smile deepened.

"Don't be so sad, I should say 'goodbye by fate'."

Fang Bingqing retracted his gaze, leaned forward, and said politely to the driver's uncle: "Master, please cross this intersection, keep to the right..."

In the second half of the sentence, there was a cramping pain in her lower abdomen, which made her involuntarily bite her lower lip, and even the corners of her forehead oozed some thin sweat.

“… Park on the right, thank you. ”

Yayadi, this time the pain is faster and stronger than before.

Fang Bingqing closed his eyes and curled up slightly, trying to keep himself calm and awake.

The driver's uncle only thought that the two people behind him were a little couple and quarreled.

"Little girl, just say anything well, how dangerous it is for you to get out of the car alone. Listening to the uncle's advice, you just spread out everything in the car, and there was absolutely no misunderstanding. Don't worry, uncle, I will never interject. ”

The driver's uncle swore a promise.

Bursts of pain hit.

Fang Bingqing's originally ruddy face became more and more pale.

Hold your lower abdomen tightly with your right hand and try to breathe as smoothly as possible, so that you look natural.

But the sweat slowly oozing from the corners of her forehead revealed the fact that she was very uncomfortable now.

Think that in the past ten years, Fang Bingqing has followed her master to touch a gun and play with a knife, what pain has she not suffered?

But this kind of pain that only girls can experience makes her helpless the most.

The driver's uncle didn't say anything more when he saw Fang Bingqing behind him, he just thought that she had listened.

So he deliberately lowered the speed of the car to give the young man behind him a quiet space.

But Han Siwen doesn't think so.

Fang Bingqing's extremely pale face, as well as layers of extravagant sweat, all came into his eyes.

Even if the two of them don't know each other so far, even the names are eavesdropped.

But after all, after experiencing 'running' together, and staying in the same space for so long, there is always the least care between people.

"What's wrong with you?" Han Siwen approached Fang Bingqing and asked with concern.