Shen Yitong fell on the bed and burst into tears.
Yao Xiaoman is actually pregnant with Qiao Zian's child, that is to say. Before Qiao Zian married her, he had already had an affair with Yao Xiaoman.
It turned out that Yao Xiaoman had been hiding it all along. It's just that she was so stupid that she didn't realize it.
She lost. Lost to my best friend, to my beloved man. child. And happy marriages are lost!
Lost everything!
Poor and pathetic!
Shen Yitong walked into the bathroom, raised his face, and looked at himself in the mirror. Red and swollen eyes, haggard face... Is this still the glamorous Shen Qianjin, the beloved Mrs. Qiao
She smiled wryly at the mirror. It looks uglier than crying.
th!
Her heart is dead.
She picked up the razor. Put it on your wrist.
Blood gushed out from the wrist, and blood also gushed out from between the thighs.
She fell to the ground weakly, feeling the strength in her body pulling out bit by bit. The soul is about to leave the body.
so tired. so tired...
She is going to die!
Maybe it's a relief!
she smiles. He closed his eyes, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. Drop by drop in a pool of blood...
Qiao Zian carried Yao Xiaoman into the car, and closed the door. Inadvertently looked up.
In the room, the lights were on.
What is that woman doing in the room
cry
She had just had a miscarriage and was very weak. There's another commotion...
Qiao Zi'an was moved with compassion.
No matter how sorry she was for him, she was still his favorite woman, his legal wife.
"Zian, what's the matter? Get in the car!"
Yao Xiaoman followed his gaze, feeling uneasy. After all, he still pities Shen Yitong!
"It's okay! Let's go!"
Qiao Zian looked away, exhaled lightly, and got into the car. The car quickly drove out of Qiao's mansion.
There was little traffic on the road at night, Qiao Zian drove quietly, but seemed a little absent-minded. His right eyelid twitched violently. Although he was not superstitious, the uneasiness in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.
With a sound of "嗞—", Qiao Zi'an came to an emergency brake.
Yao Xiaoman was taken aback, "Zian, what's wrong?"
Qiao Zi'an pursed his lips and did not speak, and turned the car back to Qiao's house.
His heart still couldn't let go of Shen Yitong. Even if he hates her in his heart now, it is because of the deep love and the deepest hatred.
"Zian, what are you doing? Why did you drive back? My stomach hurts! Hurry up! Take me to the hospital!" Yao Xiaoman panicked, clutching her stomach and screaming in pain.
Qiao Zian didn't care about Yao Xiaoman's yelling, as soon as the car stopped, he hurriedly got out of the car and ran upstairs. The moment he opened the door, he was stunned.
Shen Yitong fell into a pool of blood, motionless. A piece of blood came into view, which looked shocking.
"Yitong—"
Qiao Zian came back to his senses, let out a stern cry, rushed over, and picked up Shen Yitong. He put his fingers on her nostrils, although his breath was weak, but fortunately he was still alive, Qiao Zian breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly picked up Shen Yitong and rushed out.
"Ah! What's the matter?"
Yao Xiaoman was shocked when he saw Shen Yitong covered in blood.
Qiao Zian didn't answer, and put Shen Yitong in the back seat. The car was like a wild horse off its rope, wandering on the road like an arrow.
"Doctor—doctor—"
Qiao Zi'an hugged the dying Shen Yitong, and frantically rushed into the emergency room. He barked like a madman, like a frenzied wild horse.
The door of the emergency room slammed shut, blocking Qiao Zi'an from the door.
Qiao Zian stared blankly at the red indicator light on the emergency room, his heart was in a mess. His heart was only thinking about Shen Yitong in the emergency room, he even forgot about Yao Xiaoman who was neglected in the car.
He was anxiously guarding the door, pacing up and down, the time was so long that his heart was almost withered from waiting.