Chapter 43

At that moment, Qing Mu's ambition flickered.

The inexplicable taste was something he had never felt before.

He moved the coffee table in front of the sofa, walked in front of Meng Jingwei, and leaned over to pick her up.

Who knew that as soon as her hand touched her, Meng Jingwei reached out and pushed him, "Don't ...... Touch...... I ......"

Even if he was pushing him, he was soft and weak, and even spoke weakly, with trembling.

Qing Muye saw her disgust for him from Meng Jingwei's eyes, as if she had touched his bottom line and angered him.

"Okay, I won't touch you, you have the ability, you stand up by yourself!"

He got up and stepped aside, 'watching coldly'.

Meng Jingwei held the coffee table with difficulty, turned over with difficulty, knelt on the ground with her legs, her forehead against the floor, exerted the last bit of strength in her body, gritted her teeth, and stood up.

Her lips were as white as paper, looking at Qing Muye, although her painful eyes were full of bloodshots, she still pulled a dazzling smile at the corner of her lips, "I said, I'd rather die...... I also...... Won't give birth to ...... Your child...... I...... Do...... ......"

She smiled.

With difficulty standing, her legs trembled vigorously, and her sweaty face drooped her hair, miserable and embarrassed.

With that, she walked as if she had lead under her feet, and her steps were heavy, each step as difficult as if she were wading through a puddle of mud that reached her knees.

The clean floor was already stained with red blood, and even the floor she walked on was dripping with blood.

At that moment, the anger in Qing Mu's ambition disappeared little by little, and was replaced by surprise, and Meng Jingwei's ...... Admire.

He had never seen such a girl, stubborn and stubborn, invisibly like a halo plated, which impressed him.

Meng Jingwei, who had not walked a few steps, had a dark eye in front of her, and the whole person fell down directly.

Qing Muye, who was standing on the side, quickly stepped forward and helped her.

"Boss, she's covered in blood, or I'll do it. ”

Song Ci said.

Qing Muye didn't pay attention to Song Ci, but walked out of the living room with Meng Jingwei in his arms.

In the hallway, neighbors on the same floor were woken up by the sound and poked their heads out to watch.

"What's going on?"

"Yo, my God, this woman is covered in blood. ”

"Who knows. ”

"Scared to death, scared to death. ”

......

Neighbors on the same floor exchanged heads and talked about it.

Qing Muye walked to the elevator entrance, the elevator opened, and there were several medical staff inside, "Is it 120 that you called?"

Yes, she was more than two months pregnant and took a lot of motherwort. ”

"What's going on? Hurry, she's bleeding badly. ”

The paramedics said.

Meng Jingwei was then taken to a nearby hospital, Qing Muye went with the car, and Song Ci drove over.

After entering the hospital, the person was sent to the emergency room, where he first stopped bleeding and then lavage......

Qing Muye, who was stained with blood, stood in the corridor, holding a cigarette, smoking silently.

Song Ci stood aside, sensing that his boss's face was full of gloom, and he persuaded, "Don't worry, boss, she'll be fine." But she is to blame, she took so many medicines and found her own death. ”

His words are not good.

Qing Muye just glanced at him with cold eyes, but didn't speak.

Meng Jingwei stayed in the rescue room for three hours before being pushed out.

The doctor walked up to Qing Muye and said, "The patient's bleeding has stopped, and the stomach has been lavaged, but the child is ...... Didn't keep it. ”

"What about her?"