If this is the case, then please give me less happiness. Can I use happiness to offset the disaster?
If this is the case, then I ask you to give me a little less happiness. Can I use the luck to offset the misfortune that Chang Mian and I have suffered?
He...he really can't lose his mother, please, don't let him lose his mother, please...
"Hello? Hello?" Chang Mian took the phone and called twice but no one answered. He swiped his fingers twice and found that the phone was out of power and automatically shut down.
The twenty-year-old man slammed the phone in his hand.
The phone hit the wall, rebounded with a thud and fell to the ground. It rolled twice before coming to rest.
"Lanya, lend me your phone." He said urgently.
Lan Ya was about to take out his cell phone when Qin Shou received a call over there. It was from Anya who was doing the aftermath work in the hotel.
"Anya said..." Before Qin Shou could finish his sentence, Chang Mian had already snatched his cell phone away.
He quickly hung up the phone and dialed the prince's number.
"Shang Shang..." Before the call was answered, he couldn't wait to call: "Shang Shang, how are you?"
She couldn't help crying when she heard Chang Mian's voice again. The sound was so depressing that it made people feel distressed.
"I, I'm fine, Boss Fu, he's protecting me..." After she finished speaking, she bit her lip to adjust her breathing and tone, fearing that her crying and painful moans would be heard by him and disturb him. She didn't want to
At this time, she acted so weak, unable to share anything with him, and kept holding him back.
In fact, she wanted to ask, are you okay? How is your mother? How is your grandma?
But she couldn't ask questions after all, feeling that everything was caused by herself.
If she hadn't shot his mother, her mother wouldn't have been shot, and his grandma wouldn't have fainted suddenly...
Really, Chang Mian had stopped his mother at that time, and she was already out of danger. Why did she want to grab the gun? Why is fate so tricky?
This long-lost helplessness and despair in life made her feel uncomfortable and crazy, as if there was a huge invisible net covering her, constantly tightening... and then tightening... sharp stinging pains every time she felt.
One-inch mechanism.
"Chang Mian, I'm sorry..." She wiped her tears, but could no longer speak. The pain in her lower abdomen made her want to scream. Her hand went soft and the phone fell. Chang Chang put her arm close to her mouth, opened her mouth and bit her own arm to stop it.
Call it out yourself.
Suddenly, the nurse shouted: "No, it's bleeding down there. Drive faster, drive faster."
She shouted to the driver in front of her and gave him first aid. At the same time, she said anxiously: "Take a deep breath and don't have any more big mood swings. Your mood swings are too big. Do you still want to have children?"
child.
Chang Chang's heart kept sinking, and she suddenly grabbed the nurse's hand excitedly: "No... I want my child, doctor, I want my baby, I want my baby..."
Nothing can happen to the baby, nothing can happen to the baby, the baby is her only comfort now.
"Don't get excited, I told you not to get excited." The nurse's hand was so painful that she grabbed it.
Chang Mian on the other end of the phone yelled: "What's wrong with Shang Sang? What's wrong with Shang Sang?"
But no one responded to him.
When Fu Hong picked up the phone, Chang Shang's consciousness gradually blurred and she couldn't hear clearly what Boss Fu said to Chang Mian on the phone.