Han Chengchi, who had been in a good mood not long ago, suddenly thrust the microphone into Su Jiaojiao's arms, turned around with a gloomy expression, and walked out of the box door.
Su Jiaojiao was a little confused as to why Han Chengchi suddenly turned his back. She stood there, holding two microphones, in a daze for a while, and then followed him out belatedly.
Han Chengchi did not go far, he just stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall, staring at an inexplicable place in a daze.
For some reason, Su Jiaojiao felt that Han Chengchi was particularly scary at this time, and she was too scared to move forward.
Han Chengchi's hands in his pockets were clenched tightly into fists. His heart was in turmoil, and he felt that he might go crazy at any time.[
Han Chengchi stared at one place without blinking, letting his mood calm down bit by bit.
Su Jiaojiao was good at observing words and expressions. She seemed to feel that Han Chengchi had returned to normal, so she opened her mouth and shouted: "Chengchi
At the same time, the mobile phone in Han Chengchi's pocket rang, abruptly intercepting Su Jiaojiao's words.
Han Chengchi took out his cell phone and turned pale when he saw the name on the caller ID.
Gu Enen
Han Chengchi looked at the time, it was thirty-five in the morning, so late
Han Chengchi hesitated for a long time, but he still answered the phone. He put the phone to his ear with gleaming eyes. He felt that his whole body was shaking violently. He slowly put himself in the most stable position and faced
Called the phone and shouted: "Yes."
Another wave of severe pain swept through Gu Enen. The pain was so painful that she felt as if she was on the verge of death. She heard the voice on the phone, Han Chengchi's voice, always calm and gentle, and her eyes suddenly filled with tears.
She turned red and held the phone. For a moment, she couldn't get angry or speak.
Han Chengchi didn't speak, just waited quietly.
After a long period of time, Gu Enen's voice came from the phone, "Chengchi, I am now in the Shangri-La on Chang'an Avenue, in the presidential suite on the top floor, 1903. I am not feeling well. Can you come?
Take me to the hospital? I think I might have had a miscarriage."
Han Chengchi frowned and recognized that something was wrong with Gu Enen's voice. He quickly hung up the phone and went back to the box, where he took his coat and car keys without saying a word.
The partner in the house stayed and hurried out.
Su Jiaojiao didn't know who made the call. Seeing Han Chengchi in such a hurry, she couldn't help but ask: "Chengchi, what happened?"
Han Chengchi ignored Su Jiaojiao's words and just walked quickly towards the exit.
Su Jiaojiao hurriedly followed behind her. When she arrived at the parking lot, Han Chengchi had already stepped on the accelerator, the car was lurching, and he ran out at an extremely fast speed.
When Han Chengchi arrived at Shangri-La, Gu Enen had already passed out. There was a large area of bright red under her body. He stood at the door and looked at the woman he once loved to the core for a while, then he quickly ran forward and took her