Near the corner of the stairs, Chen Bihua stood on the next step of Qiao Weiwei, stretched out his hand, grabbed Qiao Weiwei's hair, and his eyes were rounded because of anger...

The severe pain on the scalp made Qiao Weiwei frown unhappily, paused her steps, and her hands that were hanging beside her, slowly clenched into fists.

"Qiao Weiwei! I asked you to apologize, didn't you hear it?" Chen Bihua went up two steps, stood in front of Qiao Weiwei, put his hands on his chest, and looked down at Qiao Weiwei coldly.

Originally, Qiao Weiwei hurt Qiao Moli, so Chen Bihua caught fire on her. In addition, the move of overturning the table just now made Chen Bihua feel embarrassed, so Chen Bihua became more and more unable to contain her anger.

Qiao Weiwei coldly curled the corner of her lips, held the railing with one hand, glanced at the stairs downstairs, and was waiting to watch the show, and locked her eyes on Chen Bihua's almost distorted face again...

After looking at Chen Bihua several times with contemptuous eyes, she said disdainfully: "There is no word apology in my dictionary. Especially if you apologize to someone, there will be even less!"

Her arrogant and contemptuous completely ignited the bomb in Chen Bihua's heart.

Chen Bihua gritted her teeth, raised her hand, and a heavy slap on Qiao Weiwei's face.

She put almost all her strength into this hand.

In an instant, Qiao Weiwei's right face became swollen like a red steamed bun.

The scorching pain on his face made Qiao Weiwei groan unconsciously.

She covered her swollen face by Chen Bihua, looked at Chen Bihua coldly, raised her feet, stepped up the steps, and stood beside Chen Bihua...

Qiao Weiwei's eyes were like thousands of years of ice, enough to freeze everything in the world.

"Bang!" Qiao Weiwei raised her hand, and a slap that was similar to Chen Bihua's right face fell heavily on Chen Bihua's right face.

Before Chen Bihua could speak, she took the lead in grabbing Chen Bihua's neckline: "Chen Bihua, I don't want to hit you, you asked for it."

At the entrance of the stairs downstairs, the two card friends who were watching the fun had long been frightened by Qiao Weiwei's posture. Qiao Moli, who was beside them, quickly ran upstairs when she saw that the situation was not good...

"I don't want to hit you either! You deserve to hit you!" Chen Bihua was not willing to be outdone, and reached behind Qiao Weiwei's head, grabbed the hair of her previous injured person, and gritted her teeth in every word!

"Ah!" Qiao Weiwei groaned, her head unconsciously leaned back, and her hand grabbed Chen Bihua's neck hard and said, "Let go, have you heard it!"

"Cough cough cough... you let go first!" The suffocation made Chen Bihua immediately blush. She kept coughing lightly, and the strength of her hand holding Qiao Weiwei's hair gradually weakened.

"Qiao Weiwei! Go and die!" The panting Qiao Moli ran up the stairs of Qiao Weiwei and Chen Bihua. She grabbed the hair behind Qiao Weiwei's head with her hands, kicked Qiao Weiwei's lower abdomen...

The pain made Qiao Weiwei's hands feel weak. She subconsciously let go of Chen Bihua and rolled down the stairs quickly like a ball.

"Ah!" Two card friends Chen Bihua who had never seen such a scene had almost scared her to see Qiao Weiwei rolling down at their feet and bruised on her forehead.

Chen Bihua, who was still in shock, held the railing with both hands and kept coughing. Looking at Qiao Weiwei's dying look downstairs, turned her head and stared at Qiao Moli, with an extremely bad tone and said, "You can just hit her a few times, why are you pushing her?"

"What's wrong with pushing her? You can't die." Qiao Moli still looked arrogant.

In the lower abdomen, a burst of severe pain made Qiao Weiwei almost unable to move. On her swollen forehead, tiny beads of sweat kept coming out, and in front of her, she felt dizzy.

She clutched the white wool carpet with both hands and tried to get up, but she couldn't.

The warm liquid flowed out from her lower body bit by bit, dyeing her snow-white pencil pants red, leaving a dazzling red on the snow-white wool carpet.

"Bleeding...Bleeding, Chen Bihua, your boss is bleeding." The two card friends pointed at Qiao Weiwei and spoke in unison.

Qiao Weiwei breathed hard, biting her pale lower lip, not allowing herself to faint in the pain, curled up in a ball, covering her cramped belly, holding her hands, and holding the carpet...

What's going on, what's wrong with her, why is she so painful?

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Bihua and Qiao Moli immediately stepped downstairs and stood beside Qiao Weiwei.

Chen Bihua looked at the bloodstains on the beach under Qiao Weiwei and knew that Qiao Moli had caused a big disaster.

Qiao Moli beside Chen Bihua looked at the pool of blood under Qiao Weiwei with great calmness, and felt a sense of pride in her heart.

"Bi...Bihua... let's go first..." One of the card friends swallowed in fear and ran quickly towards the door, while the other one followed closely...

"You might as well call an ambulance, you two are stupid!" Qiao Weiwei hummed and ordered.

Chen Bihua immediately walked to the sofa quickly, picked up the landline on the table, and called 1...

Qiao Weiwei breathed in big mouthfuls, her scarlet eyes stared at Qiao Moli's proud face on her head, and said, "Joe... Moli, you, wait for me, you..."

"Dududududu..." The vibrating sound of the cell phone interrupted Qiao Weiwei's words in her pants pocket. She stretched out her hand and touched the cell phone in her pants with difficulty. She didn't see who it was, and immediately picked it up.

"Woman, listen to the cold saying that you two have been designed tonight? Where are you now?"

"..." In front of her eyes, she fainted on the floor. She held her hand with her phone, and felt weak. When she loosened her hand, the phone slowly slid on the carpet.

"Women...women..."

Qiao Moli squatted down, picked up Qiao Weiwei's cell phone, and hung up directly...

After making the call, Chen Bihua quickly walked to Qiao Weiwei and squatted down. He looked at Qiao Weiwei's bleeding lower body in horror. He stood up like a spring again and pushed Qiao Moli hard: "Qiao Moli! Why do you push her? If Liang Bo knows this, have you ever thought about the consequences...! You just hit her a few times, why do you push her! Now, something big will happen!"

"What big thing happened? It's better now. The child in her belly can't survive. How good is it..." Compared to Chen Bihua, Qiao Moli was surprisingly calm.

She didn't have time to think about other things, nor did she want to think about them.

At this moment, she only knew that the child in Qiao Weiwei's belly must have been kicked off by her. She was very happy, very happy!

"Dudududu..." In Qiao Moli's hand, Qiao Weiwei's cell phone vibrated again...
Chapter completed!