After Jian Haixun said goodbye to his father, he reluctantly got up and left.
When the car was going back, the sky was darker, the crowd still hadn't dispersed, and the carnival was still going on. Jian Haixun didn't want to listen or watch anything now, but just stroked her belly gently.
When the car passed an intersection, a black off-road vehicle suddenly ran through a red light and rushed towards the car where Jian Haixun was sitting.
When Jian Haixun turned her head to see this situation, it was too late to react. At this critical moment, she felt someone hugging her. The speed of the other party's car was too fast, and their car was hit and flipped over several times. Somersault, and finally hit the lamppost on the side of the road before stopping.
Jian Haixun's world was spinning, and her body was bumped into the car. She felt so painful. When everything stopped, Jian Haixun only felt something flowing from her forehead. Her little maid, her head drooping, seemed to have stopped breathing.
"Wake up, wake up, how are you?" Jian Haixun laboriously raised his head to pat her face, but the little maid didn't respond at all.
Jian Haixun only felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, as if something was flowing out...
The car door was opened, and a man in a white coat appeared in front of her eyes. The opposite door was also opened, and the little maid was ruthlessly pulled away.
The two pulled Jian Haixun out of the car.
"Who are you, and what are you going to do?" Jian Haixun's voice was weak, and blood kept gushing from her lower body, winding down her legs.
"Take it to the car first, she is about to give birth."
Jian Haixun wanted to resist and ask for help, but her throat seemed to be blocked with cotton, and she couldn't make a sound at all.
She was taken into an ambulance by those people, but Jian Haixun knew that this was not a real ambulance at all, these people... wanted to harm her.
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At the banquet, Bei Mingyu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if someone had stabbed him with a knife.
His brows were furrowed, and he covered his heart with his hands. The person who was talking to him saw that his expression was wrong, and asked nervously, "Mr. President, are you okay?"
"How is it? Are you too tired? Do you want to take a rest?" Rong Qianxia asked thoughtfully.
Bei Mingyu waved his hand, "You take care of the guests first, I'll sit down for a while."
Bei Mingyu put down the wine glass in his hand, turned and left, he sat down at the resting place.
Seeing him, Gu Qingxin said, "Fourth brother, what's wrong with him? He seems to be sick."
Seeing this, Bai Jingqing stood up and walked over to ask about Bei Mingyu's situation. Bei Mingyu asked someone for a glass of water and shook his head, "Maybe I'm under too much pressure recently, it's okay."
Bai Jingqing gave him a simple examination, and he didn't seem to be suffering from any sudden illness. He was afraid that everyone would notice the situation here, so he didn't do anything more.
After all, the president's physical problems are also a major event.
Gu Qingxin also came over to inquire.
Bei Mingyu just shook his head, he didn't know what happened to him
At that moment, his heart hurt so badly.
Now, he has a strong sense of suffocation.
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Jian Haixun was in the car, her stomach hurt so badly, and her expression was distorted.
"Oops, she's about to give birth, I'm afraid she won't be able to survive in the hospital."