Madam Dihao is not good

"Yes, I just investigated. The banquet has been tampered with, and even the host has been replaced... I don't know what happened. Who has such a great ability to make my banquet look like this." Chen Xin was at a loss, "I have asked Ah Hao to help me investigate further..."

Su Shijie's questioning gaze stayed on Chen Xin's face for a moment.

If it was this woman who did the trick, she wasn't so stupid to mess with her at her birthday party...

However, there must be a spy cooperating inside and outside, someone who must have been among these guests.

Who is the person behind the scenes, what is their purpose, and why do they know so much about his privacy? ! [

At this moment, Chanel's soft moan interrupted Su Shijie's concentration.

He frowned, seeing that Chanel's face was pale, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and she was tightly covering her abdomen with one hand...

"What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?" He asked with concern.

Chanel nodded, her stomach hurt like a knife: "I... my stomach hurts..."

Soon, Su Shijie's eyes swept across the pool of blood red at her feet.

Blood dripped drop by drop along her calf.

abortion?

These two terrifying words flashed through the minds of several people in an instant.

Chen Xin shouted for someone to call the ambulance

Su Shijie couldn't wait any longer, and hugged Chanel horizontally

Blood dripped profusely on the grass, wet her long skirt and his trousers.

Chanel lay in Su Shijie's arms, her body was limp, like a broken puppet, the cramping pain in her stomach made her feel more and more uncomfortable, her hand tightly grasped Su Shijie's arm.

There was a trance in front of my eyes, as if I was having a nightmare. For a while, my sister's screams flashed past, and for a while, there flashed one by one mournful crying.

Is she going to die?

Why do I feel that my body is getting colder and my vision is getting more and more blurred?

If she died like this, would all the pain be gone?

Is it possible to bury this scandal under the ground so that no one can dig it up again?

If death could solve all this, how great, how great...

"Su Shijie..." she whispered, "Where are you taking me..."[

Su Shijie was running hard while holding her.

Bright sweat ran across his cheeks, and when he looked down at her, the sweat fell on the corners of her eyes, and flowed slowly along with her tears