Chen Qingyue knew that Shen Xingjue hated herself very much.

If it's the person you love the most, if someone kills you.

I also hate, so if I want to be forgiven, how is it possible?

Shen Xingjue is using her as a tool to vent her desires at the moment, it's not that she doesn't want to hate him, but what's the use of her hating him?

Hold your own mind, in your mind, feel the presence of another person.

If she could, she really wanted to summon out the hundred miles of Qingwu.

Ask about the things of the year.

Thinking like this, she walked forward slowly.

However, I found that my body was getting weaker and weaker, and I didn't have time to feel heartache.

I only felt that there was fluid gushing out between my legs, and the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger.

In the silence, she heard only the sound of her own rapid breathing.

So hard, so clear, so real close to death.

He touched himself with a trembling hand and saw blood on his hands.

She was stunned, how could she shed so much blood?

Bleeding after love, this is a bad sign, it is not that there is something wrong with your body.

I felt that something was not right, and my heart panicked.

Reluctantly found a place to sit down, trying to ask for help to pick up the phone.

But suddenly I didn't know who to call.

Murong Junxi, he has already left him.

Thinking of this, her cheap tears rolled down again.

In despair and powerlessness, he gritted his teeth and could only rely on the remaining perseverance in his body.

stopped the passing traffic on the side of the road, only to find that no one paid attention to her.

I don't know how long it took, but she found that her body was getting weaker and weaker, and her head was dizzy.

If you don't want to faint here because of excessive blood loss.

Maybe there's someone who can help her.

Thinking of this, she pressed Nangong Youlin's phone.

By the time Nangong Youlin found Chen Qingyue, she had already fallen asleep.

The blood beneath her body had infected her white dress.

Nangong Youlin looked at her pale little face, frowned, and hugged her horizontally and put her in the car.

"Shen Xingjue, it's really your calamity."

A slight sigh sounded, and the clean voice did not contain a trace of impurities.

Entrance to the emergency department of the hospital.

After parking the car, Nangong Youlin, who looked anxious, quickly carried Chen Qingyue to the emergency department.

And the woman's body kept bleeding red blood.

Then the woman was dressed in white, and the man was stained with blood.

The man's snow-white shirt had been dyed red.

"Doctor, help her."

Nangong Youlin shouted anxiously, if it continues like this, Chen Qingyue's life will be in danger.

"Put the patient on the bed." A female doctor immediately got up and hurriedly greeted him.

Nangong Youlin gently placed Chen Qingyue in his arms on the emergency bed that could be pushed.

Several nurses immediately pushed the woman into the emergency room.

Immediately test Chen Qingyue's vital signs.

And Nangong Youlin stood there, like a landscape.

The handsome and delicate face, tall and straight posture, and the unique noble atmosphere on his body, make people can't help but look up.

It's just that at this moment, the man clenched his fists, with monstrous anger, and looked like a cannibal, which made people dare not approach.

"So handsome."

Nangong Youlin naturally heard the discussion of several nurses.

But he doesn't pay attention to that at the moment.

On the one hand, I was worried about Chen Qingyue's body.

On the one hand, he looked solemn and wanted to marry Shen Xingjue to settle accounts.

"Please wait outside."

The doctor said politely and walked quickly into the emergency room.

The woman in the hospital bed was already experiencing symptoms of shock because she had lost too much.