He leaned over with a wicked smile, slowly raised her chin, met her trembling eyes, and said with a serious expression, "I heard that Yan'er's face was scratched by you..."
Yan Yueyue looked at Rong Junlie's stern face in front of her, and her bright pupils shrank in fear.
She had never thought that one day she would be questioned like this by Rong Junlie, but she was still afraid. When it came to Luo Yan's face being scratched, it was not her Yan Yueyue who did it anyway, so she felt confident.
.
"What on earth are you doing? Her face was not broken by me, it has nothing to do with me!"
"Do you dare to say that her death had nothing to do with you? Do you dare to say that you and An Ling did not secretly collude to deal with your cousin?"
The light in Rong Junlie's eyes became more and more gloomy, until Yan Yueyue gritted her teeth and finally refused to speak, Rong Junlie glanced at her coldly, and then ordered Xi Chen to drive.
"Where are you taking me?" When the car drove out of the downtown area, Yan Yueyue began to feel nervous. In addition, she had unbearable abdominal pain and didn't know what Rong Junlie was going to do, so she grabbed Rong Junlie anxiously.
With a hint of pleading in his hand, he said, "Jun Lie, can you take me to the hospital?"
Rong Junlie remained silent, just pursed his thin lips tightly, and waited until the car finally stopped. Yan Yueyue leaned against the car weakly and refused to get out.
Only then did Rong Junlie notice her, "Drag her down..."
His tone was particularly sinister, making people feel creepy. Under his instruction, Xi Chen directly dragged Yan Yueyue out of the car, who refused to get out of the car.
When Yan Yueyue was forcibly dragged down, Xi Chen also saw the blood stains left on the ground.
He frowned and looked at Yan Yueyue who reached out to cover his abdomen, then let go, and Yan Yueyue fell to the ground in pain.
"Child...my child..."
"Child...it hurts...uh...it hurts..."
Xi Chen quickly walked to Rong Junlie and whispered, "Mr. Rong, she is bleeding..."
Rong Junlie's footsteps paused as he was about to go in. When he turned around, he saw Yan Yueyue lying on the ground in agony.
"Find a doctor to take a look at her..."
"yes!"
Soon, Yan Yueyue was placed in a reserved room in the villa. The doctor came over in a hurry, examined her, and then prepared to go out without saying a word.
Yan Yueyue held the doctor's hand with a pale face and refused to let him go. "Doctor, what's wrong with me? Is there something wrong with my child?"
"You had a miscarriage..." the doctor said expressionlessly, then packed up his things and left.
When Yan Yueyue heard this, she suddenly felt like a burst of thunder. She froze there, and even breathing became difficult.
She, her child is gone...
It's Rong Junlie, all of this is caused by him!
Yan Yueyue climbed down from the bed and banged the door of the room desperately, but the two bodyguards guarding outside refused to open the door.
When the doctor quickly arrived at the door of Rong Junlie's study, Rong Junlie was sitting alone on a soft chair, his falcon eyes staring closely at the crystal photo frame in his hand.
In the past, when he looked at the only photo of himself and Luo Yan, his heart was always filled with deep love and deep guilt.
But today, at this moment, when he looked at the photo, what he thought of was the way she resisted him, and finally, the hickeys Leng Yuntian left on her neck.
With a "pop..." sound, the crystal photo frame was suddenly thrown to the ground and smashed into pieces.
The doctor who was about to come in was startled by Rong Junlie, who was full of violent arrogance. He stood there, not knowing whether to go in or out.
Until Xi Chen pulled him out and whispered, "Don't you see that Mr. Rong is losing his temper? You have something to say later!"
"Okay!" The doctor had no choice but to stand there and wait quietly with Xi Chen.
After a long time, when the sound of Rong Junlie's footsteps mixed with the sound of broken glass, the door opened and he appeared in the slightly dimly lit corridor.
Xi Chen knew about Yan Yueyue's pregnancy. At this time, he thought that the child Yan Yueyue was carrying was Rong Junlie's. After all, the two of them had gotten along before. If something happened, he, as a bodyguard, would not be able to see it.
Arrived.
Therefore, his hesitation made Rong Junlie suspicious.
"Say something quickly!" He was very impatient.
"Mr. Rong, Miss Yan is pregnant..."
Xi Chen could only whisper, and looked at Rong Junlie cautiously, and as expected he saw Rong Junlie looking a little shocked.
"But it's a pity that the child could not be saved and Miss Yan had a miscarriage!"
What Xi Chen said again made Rong Junlie's face become even more strange and incomprehensible. At this moment, even Xi Chen couldn't see what Rong Junlie was thinking.
Rong Junlie went downstairs without saying a word, then walked through the living room to the room where Yan Yueyue was placed.
The moment the door was pushed open, the cold light shone all over Rong Junlie. He stood there with a strong sense of disgust in his cold eyes, looking intently at the woman in front of him.
Yan Yueyue sat under the bed with her long hair disheveled, her eyes dull like a lifeless puppet.
Suddenly, the sound of steady footsteps came.
Her dull eyes slowly looked over. When her eyes fell on Rong Junlie, who was getting closer and closer to her, her lips opened, and in the end she could only let out some helpless sobs.
It's a pity that even if she shows weakness and helplessness, Rong Junlie will not pay attention to her.
With a sound of "swipe...", a Swiss Army knife shined in front of Yan Yueyue's eyes, and the cold light reflected from the sharp back of the knife illuminated Yan Yueyue's pale face.
"Are you pregnant? Whose child is it?" Rong Junlie stretched out his hand and slowly slid the tip of the knife across Yan Yueyue's face.
Yan Yueyue finally couldn't bear it any longer, her body trembled, and she said in a sarcastic tone, "It won't be yours, Rong Junlie, so stop your delusions!"
"Haha... do you think I'm very curious about you, Yan Yueyue, giving birth to a child for me?"
Rong Junlie pulled the corners of his mouth with a sly smile, smiling like crazy.
"Then what do you want to do? My child has been killed by you, why do you want to lock me here?"
Yan Yueyue roared like a madman, with strong hatred in her eyes. She no longer had any illusions about Rong Junlie.
"I don't want to do anything. I just want you to feel the pain your cousin suffered. For example, what it felt like when your face was scratched..."
At this time, Rong Junlie smiled with a white eye, and the curve of the corners of his mouth showed no warmth, like a crazy devil. Yan Yueyue was so frightened that her body kept moving backwards.
"No...don't do this to me...no..."
"I think your cousin was also helpless at that time. It's a pity that you were helping the villain. Not only did you not stop it, but you also saw it clearly from the side, right?"
Rong Junlie got closer and closer to her, and finally when his cold breath blew on her skin, the sharp knife in his hand slowly scratched her face.
"No……"
Immediately, a tragic cry came from the room.
Xi Chen has been standing outside. Needless to say, he knows what happened inside. This woman's fate was completely brought about by herself. What Xi Chen is most happy to see is that Rong Junlie is finally willing to see his heart clearly.
I know what kind of evil heart this woman has.
Half an hour later, the door was opened.
Rong Junlie was lowering his head and wiping his bloody Swiss Army knife with a handkerchief gracefully. Xi Chen took a look and quickly lowered his head.
When Rong Junlie stepped out of the room, he ordered in a calm tone, "This woman is too dirty, find a place to throw her out!"
"Yes, Mr. Rong!"
As soon as Rong Junlie left the room, there was a thunder outside the window. The sky in June always changed at a moment's notice. Soon, the thick night curtain seemed to be torn open by something, and a bolt of lightning struck.
He glanced at the window, and a flash of light illuminated Yan Yueyue's face in the room. At this time, it had been cut into ferocious cross patterns, mixed with the blood flowing out, and it was simply too horrible to look at.
At this moment, Yan Yueyue's heart is not dead yet. Such pain will not make her die, it will only make her angrier to live.
Because, as long as she still has breath, she must let the person who hurt her die miserably.
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The downpour came as expected, and a black sports car rushed out of the dark rain curtain. When the car stopped on the crowded road, the man in the car got out and held up a big black umbrella. Then,
An Qiang, who was sitting in the car, got down and stood under the umbrella, looking around with a gloomy expression.
He called Yan Yueyue, but found that her phone was turned off.
An Qiang, who stood there with a frown on his face and looked at his watch with a somewhat impatient expression, suddenly fell on a medical record that was wet on the steps.
He leaned over, picked up the medical record, and tried to shake off the water on the medical record.
The writing inside was still eroded by rain and became blurry, but An Qiang clearly saw the three blurred words "Yan Yueyue"!
This is Yan Yueyue’s medical record!
An Qiang casually handed the medical record to the bodyguard next to him, "Take this medical record and check it to see what kind of disease she had."
"Okay, Brother Qiang!"
The rain got heavier and heavier, and the wind picked up again. The strong wind blew the black umbrella, and Anqiang's clothes were almost soaked while standing under the rain. But Anqiang still insisted on waiting for a while, until the trouser legs under his feet were soaked by the steps.
The water that came down completely soaked it, and An Qiang returned to the car.
After a while, he learned the news that his subordinates had learned. It turned out that Yan Yueyue had gone to the hospital and had a checkup. She was pregnant!
It seems that Yan Yueyue must have told him the good news, so she asked him to come here to take her back. But, where are her people now?