Dear President, take it easy

Near the corner of the stairs, Chen Bihua stood on Qiao Weiwei's next step, stretched out her hand, and grabbed Qiao Weiwei's hair fiercely, her eyes widened with anger...

The sharp pain on the scalp made Qiao Weiwei frown displeasedly, she stopped her steps, and slowly clenched her hands hanging by her sides into fists.

"Qiao Weiwei! I asked you to apologize, didn't you hear?" Chen Bihua went up two steps and stood in front of Qiao Weiwei, arms crossed, looking down at Qiao Weiwei coldly.

Originally, Qiao Weiwei hurt Qiao Moli, and Chen Bihua was angry with her. In addition, Chen Bihua was humiliated by the act of flipping the table just now, and Chen Bihua couldn't restrain his anger even more.

Qiao Weiwei raised one corner of her lips coldly, supported the railing with one hand, and glanced at the stairs downstairs. Qiao Moli and Chen Bihua's two poker friends, who were waiting to watch the show, locked their eyes on Chen Bihua's almost distorted face again... …

Contemptuous eyes, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, after looking at Chen Bihua several times, she said disdainfully: "In my dictionary, there is no such word as apology. Especially when I apologize to Jianren, there is no such word." !"

Her arrogance and contempt completely ignited the bomb in Chen Bihua's heart.

Chen Bihua gritted her teeth, raised her hand, and slapped Qiao Weiwei's face heavily.

She put almost all her strength into this slap.

In an instant, Qiao Weiwei's right cheek was swollen like a steamed bun dyed red.

The burning pain on her face made Qiao Weiwei grunt unconsciously.

She covered her swollen face from Chen Bihua, looked at Chen Bihua coldly, raised her foot, stepped up a step, and stood beside Chen Bihua...

Qiao Weiwei's gaze was like a thousand years of ice, enough to freeze everything in the world.

"Slap!" Qiao Weiwei raised her hand, and a slap similar to Chen Bihua's strength landed heavily on Chen Bihua's right cheek.

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

At the bottom of the stairs, the two poker players who were watching the fun had long been frightened by Qiao Weiwei's posture. Qiao Moli, who was beside them, saw that the situation was not good, and ran upstairs quickly...

"I don't want to hit you either! You owe it!" Chen Bihua, not to be outdone, reached behind Qiao Weiwei's head and grabbed the hair where she had been injured before, gritting her teeth every word!

"Ah!" Qiao Weiwei groaned, her head tilted back unconsciously, her hands grabbed Chen Bihua's neck fiercely, and said, "Let go, do you hear me?"

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

"Qiao Weiwei! Go to hell!" Panting, Qiao Moli ran up to Qiao Weiwei and Chen Bihua's steps, grabbed the hair and feet at the back of Qiao Weiwei's head, and kicked towards Qiao Weiwei's abdomen...

The pain made Qiao Weiwei's hands weak for a while, she subconsciously let go of Chen Bihua, and her whole body quickly rolled down the stairs like a ball.

"Ah!" Chen Bihua's two poker players, who had never seen such a battle before, were almost terrified when they saw Qiao Weiwei rolling down at their feet with bruises on her forehead.

Chen Bihua, who was still in shock, held on to the railing with both hands and kept coughing. Looking at Qiao Weiwei's dying appearance downstairs, he turned to stare at Qiao Moli, and said in a very bad tone, "Just hit her a few times. Why are you pushing her?"

"What's wrong with pushing her! No one can die." Qiao Moli still looked proud.

The pain in the lower abdomen made Qiao Weiwei almost unable to move. On the already swollen forehead, fine beads of sweat kept coming out. Before her eyes, she felt dizzy one after another.

She clutched the white wool carpet tightly with her hands, trying to get up, but she couldn't.

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

"It's bleeding... It's bleeding, Chen Bihua, your boss is bleeding." The two poker players pointed at Qiao Weiwei and said in unison.

Qiao Weiwei breathed hard, biting her pale lower lip, not allowing herself to faint in the pain, curled up into a ball, clutching her colic lower abdomen, clutching the carpet with her hands...

What's going on, what's wrong with her, why is she in so much pain.

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

Chen Bihua looked at the big pool of blood under Qiao Weiwei's body, and knew that Qiao Moli had caused a catastrophe.

But Qiao Moli, who was beside Chen Bihua, stared at the puddle of blood under Qiao Weiwei's body very calmly, feeling a burst of pride in her heart.

"Bi... Bihua... let's go first..." One of the poker players swallowed in fear, and ran to the door quickly, while the other followed closely behind...

"Call an ambulance, you two idiots!" Qiao Weiwei ordered with a muffled grunt.

Chen Bihua immediately walked quickly to the sofa, picked up the fixed phone on the table, and dialed 1...

Qiao Weiwei breathed heavily, her scarlet eyes stared at Qiao Moli's proud face above her head, and said, "Qiao... Molly, you, you wait for me, you..."

"Beep beep beep..." Qiao Weiwei was interrupted by the vibration of her phone in her pants pocket. She stretched out her hand and struggled to find the phone in her pants. She picked it up immediately without looking at who it was.

"Woman, I heard from Liangyi that the two of you were designed tonight? Where are you now?"

"..." In front of her eyes, there was a burst of blackness, and her whole body passed out directly on the floor. The hand holding the phone felt weak for a while, and the hand let go, and the phone slowly slid down on the carpet.

"Woman... woman..."

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

After finishing the phone call, Chen Bihua walked quickly to Qiao Weiwei and squatted down, looking at Qiao Weiwei's bleeding lower body in horror, then got up again like a spring, and pushed Qiao Moli hard: "Qiao Moli! Why are you pushing her?" If Liang Bo finds out about this, have you thought about the consequences...! Just hit her a few times, why push her! It's all over now, something big has happened!"

"Whatever happened, it's better now. The child in her womb will die most of the time. How wonderful..." Compared with 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 Qiao Weiwei's child should have been kicked off by her. She was very happy, very happy!

"Beep beep..." Qiao Weiwei's phone vibrated again in Qiao Moli's hand...

The word "Bo Ye" flashed on the screen...