Chapter 873
Mr. President was so anxious and furious that all the servants were shocked.

Worried at the same time.

Except for the president's wife, who else can make Mr. President lose his composure and be in such a hurry.

"Your Excellency, Miss Vivian..."

An old maid glanced at Vivian, who was pale and bleeding under her bathrobe, and moved her lips, trying to tell Qi Zheng that Vivian's situation was a woman's dysmenorrhea.

Although it is indeed quite tragic, it is not so exaggerated that you need to find a doctor.

What's more, it's a royal doctor like Ou Wenxiang.

"Hurry up and call!"

But the maid was interrupted coldly by Qi Zheng as soon as she opened her mouth.

Qi Zheng is very annoyed and annoyed now.

Although all of this was personally instructed by him, seeing these maids "abuse" Vivian to such an extent, their expressions became extremely cold.

The maid was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak, and immediately retreated as if flying away.

Qi Zheng hugged Vivian anxiously like an ant on a hot snail.

Vivienne's body is a bit special, every time she visits her aunt, her blood will flow like a river.But Tang Rou had never been in this situation before.

Mr. President is now concerned about chaos.

So he didn't think about that at all.

Especially the woman in his arms was cold all over, and her hands were still pressing on her lower abdomen, with streams of blood gushing out exaggeratedly.

Mr. President's hand holding her trembled a little, and he didn't realize that the self-warning he had made before had been left behind by him.

He carried Vivian and ran all the way, and when he was about to drive her to Chenkang himself, Ou Wenxiang had already been brought here urgently by several bodyguards.

"Mr. President, you, you actually have another woman?"

Ou Wenxiang looked at all this in surprise, and then the corners of his lips twitched.

This foreign woman is indeed very beautiful, but her condition is obviously dysmenorrhea.

Mr. President is anxious to think that she is going to bleed to death?Just hugging her recklessly like this, the white shirt was dyed red.

"Mr President."

Ou Wenxiang finally couldn't help but speak.

"This lady doesn't need to be sent to the hospital in this situation. Bring her some warm water, a hot water bottle, and I'll prescribe some menstrual pain medicine for her. Please ask someone to buy some sanitary pads for her."

Qi Zheng narrowed his eyes, and his face began to darken.

Only then did he realize that he had lost his composure in such a way, and that he was careless. He looked at his hands that were stained red.

His face darkened, he first handed Tang Rou to the two maids, and then washed his hands in frustration.

Ou Wenxiang looked at the gloomy Mr. President, covered his mouth with his hand, and held back for a long time before trying not to laugh.

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So cold.

Tang Rou was a little confused, and couldn't help shivering all over her body.

She felt a blur in front of her eyes, as if she had returned to Popiah, back to that terrible hellish life.

For a while, she came to her aunt, weak and weak.Because he didn't have the strength to fight, he was thrown into the cold river by Xi Ke.

It was winter at that time, and the river was still covered with ice. She felt as if dozens of sharp swords had been pierced through her lower abdomen, and the pain was so painful that she wished she could hit her head to death immediately.

At that time, Xi Ke and his men watched her struggling in the icy river with great interest.

With a silvery smile on his face, he reached out to tear her clothes.

"Vivienne, as long as you agree to be my plaything, you won't have to live like this anymore."

She is really, really cold.

Biting her lips tightly, Tang Rou felt in a daze that a hand was stretched towards her body and was about to move to her lower abdomen.

 I saw several pros say abuse.The lady feels really not cruel.Not abusive at all.

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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