Drifting Towards You

Li Qingqing covered her belly with her hands and looked at the kitchen: "Ziming...Brother Ziming..."

It was a pity that the kitchen door was closed, and there was the sound of water in the kitchen again, as if he hadn't heard her at all.

"Brother Ziming..." Li Qingqing got up from the sofa with difficulty, her eyes dimmed a lot.

There was a sharp pain in my stomach, as if something was falling.

She got up with difficulty, holding the coffee table in one hand, and staggered to walk in the direction of the kitchen.

Until drops of blushing blood flowed down her thighs, she seemed to be frightened and her face turned pale.

"No...no...Brother Ziming..." Li Qingqing looked at a large swath of blush on her legs, and then fell to the ground, dripping, unspeakably dazzling.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and Li Qingqing was almost unsteady.

She was anxious and scared, tears falling drop by drop, her eyes always falling in the direction of the kitchen.

The sofa in the living room is only six or seven meters away from the kitchen door, which is not close, but it is definitely not far away.

Li Qingqing only felt that her stomach hurts more and more. She fell to the ground and was unable to stand up. Her face was sallow and pale, without a trace of blood, and even her lips became dry and white. It was obviously painful to the extreme.

Song Ziming opened the door in a hurry and walked out, his eyes falling on her.

After seeing him, Li Qingqing's eyes brightened a bit: "Brother Ziming...Brother Ziming save me... my stomach... my stomach hurts, and I bleed a lot."

Li Qingqing's face was full of tears, her nose and tears were mixed, and blood was still bleeding under her body.

Song Ziming walked up to her and looked at her condescendingly with a calm expression.

Li Qingqing stretched out his hand and clutched his trouser legs tightly: "Child...our child...the hospital, I'm going to the hospital."

Song Ziming said slowly: "It's too late to go."

Li Qingqing was stunned and looked at him blankly.

"I was given abortion pills, the strong kind." Song Ziming said unhurriedly, his face still gentle.

Li Qingqing's pupils shrank, and he couldn't even care about the severe pain in his stomach, and looked at him in disbelief.

Song Ziming snorted coldly, "Could it be possible that you really thought I would give birth to a child like you stupid?"

"No...impossible, you won't..." Li Qingqing muttered to herself.

Song Ziming looked at her condescendingly for a few seconds, then turned around and walked to a drawer to take out a divorce agreement, and threw it in front of Li Qingqing, saying, "The child is gone, now you can sign it."

Li Qingqing stared at the divorce agreement with a grim face.

"Why... why do you treat me this way! My child, my child!" Li Qingqing roared, her voice very sharp.

Song Ziming sneered: "You have calculated me several times, do you think I can really tolerate you?"

A touch of despair flashed through Li Qingqing's eyes and tears filled her face: "No...you obviously prepared breakfast for me...you obviously like me..."

Song Ziming lifted her chin gently, and said warmly, "You are right. At first, you really liked you a little bit. You are so cute and sensible like a flower of explanation. But you should never be caught Mu Beiting is a gunman."

Li Qingqing looked at him blankly, her stomach still aching.

"The first time you designed me, and then you used the name of rape|rape to ruin my reputation. Do you know that time that caused me to lose 10% of the shares of the Song Group." Song Ziming said coldly.