Wealthy Poison Pet: Leng Di's No. 7 Bride

Chapter 172 Something Happened to Ling Xun

"Lingxun?" Hong Jiaqi was stunned by her firm eyes, and said immediately: "Then don't eat, but if you can't take it anymore, just tell me."

Mu Lingxun nodded and closed her eyes. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Hong Jiaqi took a tissue from the desk and gently wiped it off for her.

"Here, call Leng Huang. Call Leng Huang." Mu Lingxun suddenly held Hong Jiaqi's hand firmly, his eyebrows twisted in pain, "Hurry up."

Hong Jiaqi nodded ignorantly, and hurriedly took out her mobile phone to dial Leng Huang's number, her fingers were trembling, "Leng Huang, something happened to Lingxun."

"Where are you?" The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely calm.

"Imperial City KTV."

"Let her lie down as much as possible, don't move around, I'll rush over there right away."

"Okay" Hong Jiaqi turned her head to look at Mu Lingxun beside her, and found that her face was terribly pale, her fingers were grabbing her belly hard, her face was in extreme pain, she was used to Mu Lingxun's fearless appearance, Hong Jiaqi Seeing her like this all of a sudden, I was really nervous, "Ling Xun, I'll help you lie down."

Mu Lingxun nodded, "Yes."

5 minutes later
Leng Huang rushed into the private room, looked at Mu Lingxun who was as pale as paper on the big sofa, and forced himself to go calmly, "I will send her to the hospital immediately, you go back by yourself."

Hong Jiaqi nodded, "Don't worry. Ling Xun is fine, call me."

Leng Huang didn't say anything, walked over to pick up Mu Lingxun and left in a hurry, Hong Jiaqi watched his back leave, and was about to leave, but before he stepped out, he noticed the blood drops on the ground, the drops kept Extending to the door, Hong Jiaqi hurried a few steps into the corridor, and found that the bloodstains accompanied Leng Huang's departure all the way, and never disappeared.

Could it be that something really happened to Mu Lingxun?
Or is there that one?

Hong Jiaqi clenched her hands uneasily, chased downstairs, and found that Leng Huang had already left in the car, so she had to give up and called Zhang Zhong.

Back at the villa, Pei Zhihan did not come back, Hong Jiaqi went into the living room, knowing that Hong Jiaqi hadn't had dinner yet, Aunt Qiu went to the kitchen.

Hong Jiaqi didn't dare to leave her mobile phone, for fear of missing Leng Huang's call, as long as she thought of Mu Lingxun's painful expression at that moment, she couldn't feel at ease.

Going upstairs, Hong Jiaqi stood at the door of the room, she couldn't help but pause, why hasn't the call come yet, do you want to make a call?Hong Jiaqi dialed Leng Huang's mobile phone number, but heard a prompt from there, "The user you dialed is busy, please try again later."

I had no choice but to wait for Leng Huang to call. It seemed that Mu Lingxun was a little serious.

But what would be her reason?

A girl who has always been careless to her, so sunny, so fearless, what kind of illness can make her suffer like that?

"Ms. Hong is going to eat upstairs or downstairs?" An Lan asked with a smile when she came over. Hong Jiaqi looked up at the kitchen downstairs, "Is it ready?"

An Lan nodded.

"Is there any wine? I want to drink some."

An Lan looked at her in surprise, "What's wrong with you, Miss Hong?"

Hong Jiaqi shook her head, "I remember that Pei Zhihan's room has a lot of red wine, I'll pick a bottle." This one won't be intoxicating.

"But the young master is not at home..."

"It's just a bottle of red wine, he's not that stingy." Then he pushed open the door of Pei Zhihan's room and walked in. In the small room on the left side of the room, there were wine racks on both sides. There were many wines of different years on the wine racks. Hong Jiaqi looked at them one by one, but it took a lot of time, "That's it."

An Lan reached out to take it, "Okay."

When they got downstairs, Hong Jiaqi looked at the western dishes put on the table again, and had to praise An Lan for being sensible, and Aunt Qiu's cooking skills were really good, both Chinese and Western dishes were suitable.

"You all go to rest, I want to have a quiet meal alone." The days without Pei Zhihan at home are much easier.

Holding the cold knife and fork in her hand at this moment, she couldn't help but think of the first time she and Luo Mingxuan had a Jinyan banquet that day, as if eating a western meal was with him.

And that day he was going to confess to himself.

However, it can only be remembered.

The lights were turned off, leaving only a faint ceiling lamp, shrouded in a thin mist above the head, everything around seemed to be hidden, only the steak and red wine in front remained.

(End of this chapter)