Author: Xia Qingshan

Qiao Yin's eyes turned red uncontrollably: "Lu Lingche, you can care about her, but you are not qualified to ask me to tolerate her unconditionally!"

"Then you shouldn't at least continue to stimulate her! You know what's going on now, and if she really had a miscarriage due to your stimulation, can you take responsibility!"

Qiao Yin took two steps back by his fierce momentum.

Her hands tightly clenched: "I said before, let you take care of her and don't provoke me again. I'm not a clay man. I won't be polite to her when she finds trouble!"

"She is a pregnant woman! So what if you are more polite to her?"

"What's wrong with a pregnant woman? Is it so proud and amazing that she is pregnant with your child? She can disgust me because she is a pregnant woman? Then why should I be polite to her?"

"What happened to my mom? What happened to you to her?"

"She hit me, I slap her two needles, just talking about her. She didn't do anything. At most, her arms were itchy and she couldn't get up on the ground. She just wanted to cheat me. But I hope you understand that I am not a person who can suffer losses. If you want to bully me, it's better to consider the consequences!"

Qiao Yin was alone at a group of people, but she lost but not at the same time. She sneered at the corner of her lips: "Or, in your heart, I deserve to suffer a loss. I should let you humiliate and beat and scold you. This is in line with your imagination?"

Lu Lingche didn't say anything this time because he remembered Qiao Yin's appearance was covered in blood by her mother.

If what Qiao Yin said was true, then this was the third time that her mother had hit her.

It's normal for her to get angry.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Qiao Yin calmed down and turned around and walked out.

But as soon as she took a step, Lu Lingche grabbed her wrist.

She looked back at him coldly: "What else do you have?"

"Extract the needle from my mom's hand."

"What if I don't pull it?"

"Then I won't let you go."

Qiao Yin shook his hand away, walked to Mrs. Lu, and took away the two slender silver needles.

Mrs. Lu's arm stopped itching in an instant, but she still scratched her arm frantically.

Qiao Yin glanced at her and then walked out.

This time, Lu Lingche did not stop her again.

When she left, Lu Lingche's cold eyes fell on Lan Yuyi: "The ambulance has arrived, why don't you go to the hospital?"

Lan Yuyi sobbed and said, "I want to wait for you to come back. You are not in my heart. "

"I'm not a doctor, and I'll have no substantial help to you when I come back. In addition, since you're not seriously injured, don't let the bodyguard pass me a message next time and say you can't do it. This is a very serious word."

Lan Yuyi shrank for a moment, knowing that he had annoyed him again.

Lu Lingche looked at the medical staff: "Send her to the hospital for a comprehensive examination."

The medical staff immediately carried her into the ambulance.

Lan Yuyi reached out to Lu Lingche pitifully: "Lingche, you go with me, I feel uncomfortable, I am afraid."

"I will go with you, but there are too many people in the ambulance, so I will drive with you."

Lan Yuyi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. So what if he annoyed him? He still cared about her so much, but he still wanted to accompany her.

As long as she keeps the child in her belly, she can control him!

Lu Lingche directed the bodyguard again: "Put my mother into the ambulance and go for a comprehensive inspection."

Mrs. Lu's face was so pale that she was almost tortured to death by Qiao Yin's two needles. Now she wanted to scold Lu Lingche and blame him for letting Qiao Yin go so easily, but she didn't have the strength to speak.

Her hatred for Qiao Yin had reached its peak, and she wished she could be smashed into pieces.
Chapter completed!