Then she heard sobbing and crying in the room, as well as the sound of footsteps pacing anxiously on the ground.
Why is the name Roliy so familiar? Qian Lianxia tried her best to recall it in her mind, but she still didn’t have much of an image. Maybe she was just a person who had heard of it but didn’t have much of an image.
Since it had nothing to do with her, Qian Lianxia was too lazy to meddle in other people's business. She raised her feet and prepared to walk through here.
Suddenly there was a loud bang in the room as a heavy object fell to the ground, "roliy, roliy what's wrong with you, don't scare me, ah, my god, why is there blood?"
"roliy, you still have a bright future. Don't do anything stupid!"
As soon as Qian Lianxia moved her steps, a panicked female voice came from the room, followed by the elderly woman's panicked shouting, "Someone, is there anyone? Help, someone is dead!!"
Qian Lianxia's expression changed slightly, and she opened the door without hesitation and strode in, pushing past the woman who was in a hurry and didn't know what to do.
The woman lying on the ground was pale and almost lifeless, and her beautiful face was almost distorted by pain. Between her spread legs, blood flowed out quickly and soaked the ground.
Seeing this scene, Qian Lianxia quickly reached out to help the woman who was lying on the ground. Her hands were stained with the blood flowing from her lower body. The red was dazzling and shocking. Thinking of the child they were talking about just now,
Qian Lianxia immediately understood that the blood flowing from this woman's body would take away a young life.
Seeing that the middle-aged woman was still standing there looking anxiously at the woman beneath her, Qian Lianxia shouted angrily at her: "Why are you still standing here? Go call someone and send her to the hospital. Do you want to
Do you want to watch her die!?"
The middle-aged woman reacted immediately and rushed towards the door anxiously. When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, turned around and shook her head with trembling lips, "No, no, she can't be taken to the hospital, she can't be taken to the hospital."
The blood under the woman's body was still flowing rapidly. After hearing this, Qian Lianxia looked at the middle-aged woman angrily and said angrily: "What on earth are you still fussing about? Why can't you? Can you bear to look at her?"
Are you going to die like this?"
The middle-aged woman kept clasping her hands and seemed a little at a loss. There were tears in her eyes. She glanced at Roliy's pale face and choked up: "She is a public figure. If she is sent to the hospital and reporters know that she is pregnant,
The news will ruin her future in this life."
"You don't have to send her to the hospital," Qian Lianxia calmly looked at her uncontrollable face, "I'll give you two choices, either send her to the hospital to save her life, or let her fend for herself and save her reputation.
Let her abort the child like this, or die. It's your choice!"
Qian Lianxia's tone was cold and chilling, yet calm and heartwarming.
The balance of reason and emotion was overlapping, and Roliy groaned in pain again at this time. The middle-aged woman looked at her increasingly transparent face, and finally nodded heavily and walked out, "I'll call an ambulance."
Send her to the hospital."
After a while, several people came in with a stretcher and lifted Roliy onto the stretcher.
The blood under her body was still flowing, almost dyeing the white cloth under her body red, and there were dense beads of sweat flowing down her forehead. Her mind was half in a coma, but she could not stop murmuring:
"My child, my child... Mom is sorry for you, mom is a bad woman... Your father will not want you..." After saying this, tears flowed quietly from the corners of her eyes.
Come down.
She was soon carried into an ambulance waiting outside the company. The middle-aged woman went in, followed by Qian Lianxia. Immediately, nurses surrounded her and performed first aid measures.
Qian Lianxia saw the woman's pale face through the white shadows surrounding her. Only then did she remember why this woman was so familiar.
Isn't this woman the supermodel who accompanied Director Chen in the blue box that time? Her name is roliy. So, is the child in her belly the director Chen's?
Qian Lianxia looked at the middle-aged woman sitting opposite her with complicated eyes, and couldn't help but ask: "Who is the father of the child in her belly? Something has happened to her now, where is the father of the child?"
As if hearing Qian Lianxia's words, Roliy, who was about to fall into a coma, suddenly opened his eyes, held the middle-aged woman's hand tightly, and said in a breathless voice, "Rong...Sister Rong...
,You help me...help me find him...him,"
She took out a small mobile phone with trembling fingers and stretched it out in front of Sister Rong, "Call... call, tell him... my child is dying, gone, I... I want to die, die, let him
, he——" There was another spasm in her stomach, and she screamed in pain.
Sister Rong choked and took the phone, holding her palm tightly, tears rolling down her eyes. She cried and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely let him come to see you, I will."
She pressed a button on her tablet phone, and a white screen popped up in front of her eyes. On it, a number appeared. Sister Rong's tears flowed down again.
She didn't know who this man was, she only knew that this phablet was given to her by that man and he followed her for three years. During these three years, she broke it and repaired it, and repaired it again and again. Roliy valued this phone more than any other.
Everything is important, and now this number is on the screen. It can be seen that she has been looking at this number, but for some reason has not called it.
Qian Lianxia glanced at the number secretly, and suddenly it was like a thunderbolt. She was very familiar with this number. He had always called her, and she had never saved him in her address book, but she
I have silently memorized this number.
Qian Lianxia once again cast her gaze on Roliy's pale face. Could it be him? Could it be him?
No, she would rather believe that this was a coincidence. It would definitely not be him, it would definitely not be him, it would definitely not be Ye Shengge. Only when this name crossed her heart did she realize that she would still feel pain.
Sister Rong quickly finished the phone call and the hospital had already arrived.
The nurse quickly got out of the car and the stretcher was immediately carried onto a medical trolley. A group of people hurried from inside and quickly took it and pushed it to the emergency room.
Qian Lianxia was sitting on a rest chair in the corridor, and beside her sat the equally worried Sister Rong.
But Sister Rong was worried about the woman lying inside, and what she was worried about was a fact that she didn't even dare to think about.