Song Yazhu thought to herself, if this woman was sprinkled, it would be the stupidest thing in the world. She walked over with a bulging belly, held back the anger in her heart, and persuaded her with kind words:

"I'm talking about two, what do you have to say, right? There is no hurdle in the world that cannot be overcome, and if it goes on like this, it will not help to solve the problem, do you say? ”

Song Yazhu spoke in a gentle tone and with a sincere attitude, and even the anger of the "lipstick girl" Zhang Xiaoni was most of extinguished by these two sentences, and she only "hummed" with her nostrils facing the sky.

But at this time, Fang Xin was unrelenting. Fang Xin finally seized an opportunity to speak, and began to say nothing: "Hmph, you stupid girl, I don't want to think about why my man is messing around outside!" Look at your face, what is worthy of him? ”

These words were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, and the two women fought again on the spot. This is how two people quarrel, and if they don't back down, the end will only get worse and worse.

Song Yazhu had already walked into the center of the venue, and when she saw the two of them pinching each other together, pulling each other's hair and underwear, it was simply miserable. Song Yazhu stretched out his hand to pull Guan Xiaosong's wife and said:

"Don't fight, don't fight! Get up—"

"Lipstick Girl" Zhang Xiaoni is playing sexually, where is she willing to listen? Instinctively waved her hand and pushed, Song Yazhu was defenseless, and the "lipstick girl" was full of strength, this push just pushed Song Yazhu to the table two meters away, and her stomach hit the edge of the table, and immediately Song Yazhu only felt a piercing pain, and instinctively let out a scream of "ah-" !

The scream was terrible, with a trilling sound, which showed the seriousness of the injury, and suddenly, the entire office area was silent, and even Guo Xiaosong's wife and Fang Xin involuntarily let go of their hands and looked at Song Yazhu blankly.

Song Yazhu covered her belly, made a cry of "ouch ouch" in her mouth, closed her eyes, frowned, and was quite uncomfortable.

"Sister Yazhu, are you okay, are you okay? What's wrong with you? ”

"Oh my God, quick! Hit 120! Hit 120! ”

Immediately, someone called the 120 emergency number.

"Come on, Sister Yazhu, drink some water!" A colleague brought over a glass of water, and Song Yazhu waved her hand painfully to refuse.

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted:

"Even 110 together! Never let the murderer go unpunished! ”

"Yes, call 110!"

Soon, a colleague called 110.

The "lipstick girl" and Fang Xin, who were still entangled in one place, were at a loss when they saw that they were hurting the pregnant woman, and they were stunned, and the previous pungent energy immediately disappeared without a trace. The corners of Fang Xin's mouth showed a hint of a victorious smile, and said, "Hmph, I see how some people can take responsibility now!" ”

Not to be outdone, the "lipstick girl" said: "Hmph, if you weren't shameless, would I be able to come here?" If I don't come here, can she get hurt? ”

Just when the two of them were still accusing each other, a slightly older female colleague in the office looked at Song Yazhu's pale face, confined lips and eyes, and immediately greeted: "It's too late to wait for the ambulance!" Quick, who's driving here today? ”

"Me!" A young male colleague in the crowd stepped forward.

The slightly older female colleague immediately said, "You immediately drive the car downstairs near the elevator entrance!" ”

The young male colleague quickly ran towards the elevator entrance of the garage.

Immediately afterwards, this slightly older female colleague shouted again: "Hurry up and come over with a few strong strengths to lift Song Yazhu up!" ”

At this time, the crowd did not know who had taken a single folding bed for napping, opened it, and said eagerly:

"Quick, lift up!"