Wen Jiujiu's eyes went dark, a stream of heat flowed out from between his legs, and there was a severe cramp in his abdomen.
"Warm wine wine——"
Fu Sichen subconsciously wanted to grab her hand.
"Si Chen, my stomach hurts!" Lin Rourou suddenly took Fu Sichen's hand.
"What's wrong with you?" Fu Sichen suddenly hugged Lin Rourou, but his eyes stayed on Wen Jiujiu.
"The young lady is injured!"
"Someone come quickly, the young lady is bleeding!"
"Inform the master quickly!"
"Save the baby in my belly -" Wen Jiujiu tried her best to open her eyes. Her hands were stained with a lot of blood on the ground, and she tried her best to hold Fu Sichen's leg.
"Si Chen, I need to go to the hospital, my stomach hurts so much!" Lin Rourou hugged Fu Sichen tightly.
"Driver, prepare the car!" Fu Sichen shouted toward the door.
Immediately, he picked up Lin Rourou and walked to the door. He looked back at Wen Jiujiu.
He doesn't need to worry about her, there are so many servants at home anyway.
Full of irritability, he absentmindedly hugged Lin Rourou and got into the car.
His vision began to be eroded by darkness, and the hand that only touched Fu Sichen's trouser leg fell to the ground weakly.
Wen Jiujiu watched the pair of long legs gradually disappear at the door, and his heart dropped to the core.
She fell in love with the wrong person after all...
She once thought that she clung to him day and night, and he cared about her to some extent, but she didn't expect that he would be so resistant to marrying her!
A few hours later, hospital corridor.
"Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, neither the adults nor the children were saved. The bleeding was too severe and it was too late to bring him here. If he had been a few minutes earlier, he might have been saved, but you guys came too late!"
"What did you say?" The old man of the Fu family stood up suddenly in disbelief, "Jiujiu and the children - are all dead?"
"I'm sorry, Master Fu. We tried our best."
"Where's that bastard!" Mr. Fu stomped his cane angrily, his old eyes filled with tears, "He has three lives, how can he be worthy of children and Jiujiu! What a bastard!"
"It seems to be at Miss Lin's side..." The bodyguard on the other side lowered his head.
Ward on the top floor of the hospital.
"Si Chen, can you stay with me? I'm scared to be alone!"
Lin Rourou pulled Fu Sichen's arm with red eyes.
Fu Sichen was about to get up, but sat back down. He looked anxious and anxious. While comforting Lin Rourou, he looked in the direction of the door from time to time.
Lin Rourou pursed her lips, her eyes full of viciousness.
Wenjiujiu, you should be dead, right?
It's best to die, don't ruin her good deeds!
"You bastard, your wife and children are dead, and you are still in the mood to accompany other women here. Are you worthy of Jiujiu? Jiujiu has done so many things for you, are you blind?"
The old man came in with a cane and was so angry that he was shaking.
"Go and apologize to Jiujiu!"
"What did you say?" Fu Sichen's heart dropped.
How could this woman die? She was so annoying, how could she die?
A few minutes later, two corpses, one large and two small, were pushed out from the hospital corridor. The beds were cold and covered with white sheets.
The bodyguards around him were silent.
The old man's eyes were extremely red.
Fu Sichen's face was gloomy and bloodthirsty. He looked at the large and small figures under the white cloth and held on tightly with his fists.
"She can't be dead."
Fu Sichen suddenly took a step forward. He suddenly lifted up the white cloth and sneered, "Wen Jiujiu, what are you trying to do? If you don't want a divorce, are you going to pretend to be dead with me?"
Under the white cloth, the woman's face was extremely pale and bloodless, her body had no warmth at all, and she was not breathing at all, especially the two newborn babies.
The woman who would obviously talk back to him if he said a few words had no intention of talking back at this moment.
"Wen Jiujiu, I won't forgive you even if you die. Get up!"
"Fu Sichen, are you crazy? Stay away from our Jiujiu! It's you, the beast, how could Jiujiu die if it wasn't you!"
"Wen Jiujiu, it would be better if you died. I said it would be better if you and the child died. You both make me sick!"
boom!
A fist hit Fu Sichen's handsome face, and then he kicked Fu Sichen hard, causing Fu Sichen to kneel on the ground.
His face was extremely sinister, but his hands were shaking unnoticeably, and he was looking straight at the person under the white cloth...
"Now that you are happy, she and the children are dead, so you can live and drink like crazy? Your Fu family is not qualified to hold a funeral for Jiujiu. We godfathers took away the bodies of Jiujiu and the children!"
"Who dares to take away her bones?" Fu Sichen's eyes flashed with madness, "This woman is mine!"