hello cold husband

Chapter 161 Panic, Panic

"Who who bitch?"

Qiao Xiaoan turned around, and what caught her eyes was Yuan Yifan's wanton and arrogant expression. Even the glass mirror in the tea room was covered with her arrogance.

An inexplicable fire rushed into Qiao Xiaoan's heart.

She clenched her fists silently, her knuckles were faintly white.

But at this time, Yuan Yifan took two steps forward with the coffee in his hand, with a contemptuous smile still on his face.

Stopping in front of her, "I want to hit me, come on, you slapped me five times yesterday, are you still angry? Are you jealous of Nan Tian who only cares about me but no longer protects you? Hate ? Or envy?"

In fact, Yuan Yifan knew it in his heart.

Chu Nantian protected her again, even though he slapped Qiao Xiaoan yesterday, he still called Qiao Xiaoan's name at night.

In his heart, Yuan Yifan did not exist.

Everything, everything, is out of responsibility.

"Bitch, slap me, I've already slapped you five times anyway, I don't care about this one more time."

"You call me a bitch again?"

"Bitch, bitch, I'll scold you."

"..." Qiao Xiaoan sighed heavily.

"You are not a slut, who is a slut, you hang out with those rich old men when you were in college, and ruined Nan Tian's five years of youth, do you want to be ashamed?"

Qiao Xiaoan clenched his fist again.

The intelligence in my heart is about to be filled with anger.

But she was not stupid, and soon noticed the problem.

Release the clenched fist and look over.

"Yuan Yifan, my mother just said yesterday that you don't look like you're pregnant. Today you're dressed so casually, you don't even wear your favorite high heels? It can't be that you're really not pregnant, are you trying to hide something?"

"Who isn't pregnant?" Yuan Yifan was so angry that his face turned green.

Qiao Xiaoan sneered for a while, "Could it be true?"

"I went to the hospital with Nan Tian, ​​the doctor said I was pregnant, why are you talking nonsense?"

"Can't hospitals be fake?"

"you?"

"Is it really not pregnant?"

See Yuan Yifan getting more and more frustrated.

Qiao Xiaoan calmed down a lot, and poured an ice cold water from a disposable cup.

He took a sip lightly.

"After thinking about it, the possibility of your pregnancy is so low. Could it be that you want to make the last struggle before the wedding, and then blame me?"

"What are you talking about, I don't understand."

"Usually in the company, at any rate, you will take care of your image as the Zhun's young mistress of the Chu family, and won't insult me ​​with words."

"..."

"Why are your sentences harsh and unpleasant today? Are you trying to irritate me?"

"..." Yuan Yifan felt guilty.

Qiao Xiaoan confirmed his guess more and more, "When I get angry and accidentally slap you again, you can take the opportunity to fall down and successfully 'abort'?"

Yuan Yifan was so angry that he clenched his coffee cup tightly, "Who are you cursing for a miscarriage? The child of Nan Tian and I will be born safely."

"It's been more than three months, and there's no movement in my stomach." Qiao Xiaoan simply sat down on the chair behind him, "I'm not pregnant yet, so what else is going to happen?"

"Who is not pregnant, you have some virtue in your mouth." Yuan Yifan said, getting angry, and took two steps forward with a coffee cup, "Qiao Xiaoan, you can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour, right?"

"Ha ha!"

She laughed twice, not wanting to explain, nor getting angry.

Yuan Yifan added, "It wasn't you who didn't let Nan Tian touch you before, right? He didn't want to touch you at all. Because you don't have the slightest charm of a woman."

"Continue." Qiao Xiaoan raised his head slowly, "Whatever you say, I just won't get angry. If you want to provoke me, there is no way."

Seeing that the plan failed, Yuan Yifan became anxious, "You."

"How am I?"

Just as Yuan Yifan was about to take a step, she quickly got up from the table, "Don't come here, don't come near me. I don't want to be the real culprit that caused your 'miscarriage'."

"..." How did she know her plan, how could she know, Yuan Yifan was going crazy.

Qiao Xiaoan drank the water in the glass in one gulp, and threw the disposable cup into the trash can.

"After your wedding with Chu Nantian is over, you should be four months pregnant. Seeing this belly, tsk tsk..." Shaking his head, he continued, "Are you pregnant?"

Then, his eyes slid all the way down Yuan Yifan's angry face.

It ended up on her stomach.

Although Yuan Yifan was seen wearing loose clothes, this was the only day that Yuan Yifan wore loose clothes for a long time.

Just yesterday, Yuan Yifan was still wearing a tight wrap skirt and high heels, she looked like a pregnant woman.

Until today in the tea room, Yuan Yifan angered her so much.

It dawned on her.

"However, whether you are pregnant or not has nothing to do with me."

I clapped my hands and said, "Today, Monday, I have a lot of work to do, so I won't be here to play deduction games with you."

Turn around, take a step, and leave.

But the steps under his feet have not taken two steps.

Behind Yuan Yifan, a cup of coffee was poured on her back.

He also pulled her arm vigorously, moving back.

The coffee was still hot.

A burning sensation came from the back.

Swiping away Yuan Yifan's claws that landed on her arm, she turned around.

"Yuan Yifan, are you crazy?"

"..." Yuan Yifan was a crazy dog, and grabbed her arm again, desperately, pulling back desperately.

Qiao Xiaoan shook the coffee-stained shirt with the other hand, and waved the hand that was held by her sideways.

As such.

Yuan Yifan tugged, she waved.

A strong inertial force came, making Yuan Yifan lean back.

Qiao Xiaoan was considered good at first, so don't touch Yuan Yifan, even if it's a strand of her hair.

But who knew there were such cheap people in the world.

Looking at Yuan Yifan who fell to the ground, Qiao Xiaoan knew in his heart that he was being taken advantage of.

"Stop pretending, get up." Qiao Xiaoan stood where she was, looking down at Yuan Yifan.

"My stomach, my stomach." Yuan Yifan clutched his stomach tightly.

Depend on.

I can really pretend.

Qiao Xiaoan sighed helplessly.

I had no choice but to walk over and squat down, "Get up, what are you pretending, let's go to the hospital together. I don't believe that I can still miscarry you with my swipe?"

But Yuan Yifan was clutching his stomach tightly, his face was blue and he was sweating coldly.

Qiao Xiao'an wanted to help her up, but usually she didn't feel that she was so heavy, but today she seemed to be dead on the ground, like that professional householder who touched porcelain.

After a minute or two, she saw Yuan Yifan's bright yellow casual long T-shirt was stained with blood, like a murder scene.

The blood was soaked little by little, Yuan Yi raised his hand and stroked his forehead, the blood on his hand stuck to his face.Her face was as sad and bloody as the cuckoo crying blood.

"My stomach hurts, it hurts." Yuan Yifan bit her lip, looking a little weak, "My child, my child..."

"..." With so much blood, Qiao Xiaoan was completely stunned. Could it be that Yuan Yifan's child was really aborted by her?

An inexplicable uneasiness and astonishment were evident on Qiao Xiaoan's face.

(End of this chapter)