Ever since he learned that Meng Xiuxia and Lu Hao were together, and both of them were drunk, Xiao Yun's complexion has not been any better. The scene of Meng Xiuxia and Lu Hao hugging each other kept replaying in her mind.
Although she warned herself over and over again not to be so cautious, the uneasiness in her heart gradually expanded.
Arriving at the pier, Ren Qiancheng, Li Bin and Zhang Ling were arguing endlessly over who would send Xiao Yun home. Xiao Yun was upset, pointing at Song Wei who was standing aside: "Secretary Song, please take me home!"
"This" Being stared at by three beams of resentment, Song Wei blinked his big innocent eyes, awkwardly not knowing whether to nod or refuse.
Xiao Yun shot Zhang Ling's gaze, and he immediately agreed, and threw his car keys to Song Wei: "You go! Be sure to send the girl home safely!"
"Yes, boss!" After receiving the order, Song Wei didn't dare to disobey, and hurriedly drove over.
Xiao Yun slumped into the car, and before leaving, he did not forget to leave a warning: "No one is allowed to follow!"
The three of them didn't hear Xiao Yun's call, and agreed that she got angry only because they didn't return on time, so they nodded hastily. Looking at Xiao Yun who is so angry, who would dare to play stalking? Isn't that Ni Lin who strokes the dragon, is there nothing to look for?
Song Wei didn't dare to stay any longer, and sent Xiao Yun back to Bishui Apartment. After watching her walk into the elevator, he hurriedly drove back to find Zhang Ling to return to his life.
Xiao Yun stood at the door of the apartment, hesitated for a while, and then reached out to ring the doorbell, but no one came to open the door for a long time. Were they both too drunk to hear the doorbell?
Helpless, Xiao Yun had no choice but to take out the key from the bag and opened the door. The room was filled with a mixture of alcohol smell and strange aroma, and the smell hit his face, making Xiao Yun feel a little uncomfortable. She looked around and saw that the table was full of food, but no one was there.
Suddenly, a series of provocative moaning sounds came from the concealed bedroom, making Xiao Yun feel as if a giant bomb exploded in his heart, and he lost any perception ability after the bang.
"Impossible! Impossible" Xiao Yun wanted to turn around and run away, but his feet seemed to be rooted, and he couldn't move.
The imaginative voice was intermittent, high and low, like a pair of invisible hands tightly holding Xiao Yun's heart, squeezing it fiercely, making her unable to breathe in pain.
"It must be fake, I don't believe it!" Xiao Yun shouted in his heart, dropped the bag in his hand, ran to the door of the bedroom in a few steps, and pushed the door open with his palm.
On the big bed in the bedroom, two snow-white bodies were intertwined. The bare and naked Meng Xiuxia was riding on Lu Hao's waist, up and down, and there were single sounds full of passion and desire overflowing from her lips.
Lu Hao closed his eyes tightly, clasped his big palms on Meng Xiuxia's slender waist, and continued the baptism of sex and love brought by her with a face of enjoyment.
Looking at the two people who were completely immersed in the mingling of water and milk, Xiao Yun bit his lower lip tightly, and only then swallowed the scream that welled up in his throat.
Gently closing the door, Xiao Yun turned around and ran into the elevator, holding back tears for a long time before shedding them. She slowly squatted in the corner, stretched out her arms and hugged her shoulders tightly, crying like a helpless child.
"Miss, are you alright?" A young couple who hugged each other and wanted to take the elevator asked with concern when they saw Xiao Yun curled up crying in the elevator.
Xiao Yun raised his head, wiped his tears with his hand, and found that the elevator had descended to the first floor, so he stood up while supporting the elevator wall: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern!"
A few faint cramps suddenly came from the lower abdomen, Xiao Yun took a deep breath, pressed the back of his heart, walked out of the elevator, and walked slowly outside the apartment.
Unexpectedly, the cramping pain in the abdomen became more and more obvious and severe. When he walked to the side of the road, Xiao Yun was already dripping with sweat and could not stand upright at all.
"Please help me!" Xiao Yun sat on the ground clutching his stomach, trying to make a phone call, but found that he didn't take his bag, so he had to ask passers-by for help.
But in today's society, it's not that people have become indifferent, but that liars have caused the kind people to suffer too much, and everyone is afraid. So, seeing a young woman lying on the ground asking for help in the dark, everyone chose to believe that she was a liar, and took a detour.
Just when Xiao Yun was so painful that his consciousness began to blur, Mo Yuan, who happened to be passing by here in a taxi, saw her on the side of the road, so he got out of the car decisively.
"What's wrong with you?" Mo Yuan knelt down and helped Xiao Yun up, "Is there something uncomfortable?"
"Save my child, my stomach hurts!" Xiao Yun covered his stomach with one hand, and tightly grasped Mo Yuan's arm with the other, "Please! Please"
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yun fell into a coma. Seeing that her trousers were dyed bright red, Mo Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly picked her up and rushed.If he would come to make trouble for Xiao Yun, then Xiao Yun would really be in a dangerous situation.
Ren Qiancheng put away his gun, turned and left the room without saying a word. But half an hour later, he came back with a bowl in his hand. The brownish-yellow soup in the bowl exudes an unpleasant herbal smell.
"Drink it!" Ren Qiancheng brought the bowl to Mo Yuan's mouth.
"What is this?" Deep fear rose in Mo Yuan's heart. This was the first time since she single-handedly killed everyone and rushed out of the tribe, she felt scared.
"Specially let the mylabris configure the abortion medicine!"
"Don't!" Mo Yuan kept shaking his head, a rare plea appeared on his face. She is not afraid of death, but she is afraid of losing the child in her belly.
"It's up to you!" Ren Qiancheng stretched out his hand to pinch Mo Yuan's mouth, and poured all the soup and medicine in the bowl into her stomach.
For a moment, there was a severe cramping pain in her abdomen, and then there was heat rushing from Mo Yuan's lower body, but she remained motionless, staring blankly at the wall, as if she could no longer feel any pain.