I can copy the three thousand avenues

Wen Lan didn't intend to let Cheng Nijia in, so she blocked the door. "I still have work to do. If Miss Cheng wants to order clothes, please go to the first floor to find a shopping guide."

"We haven't seen each other for so long, don't Miss Wen miss me?" Cheng Nijia had already pushed open the door, took away Wen Lan's arm blocking the door, and sat on Wen Lan's office chair.

"I have divorced Xie Yansheng, and Miss Cheng has also found a new supporter. After thinking about it, Miss Cheng and I have nothing in common now. Miss Cheng should leave, and I won't send her away." Wen Lan stood there An eviction order was issued at the door.

Cheng Nijia's sharp eyes fell on Wen Lan's bulging belly, "Thank you for the banquet?"

"No." Wen Lan knew that she was obsessed with Xie Yansheng and was afraid of bringing unnecessary trouble to herself, so she refused.

"Except for the thank you banquet, I really can't imagine who he could be?" Cheng Nijia's red lips twitched with a hint of sarcasm, "Although Jiang Jingci and Shen Yi are very attached to you, they still owe you some warmth."

"I'm about to give birth and I don't feel comfortable when I see people I don't like. Please, Miss Cheng, stop showing your presence in front of me." Wen Lan issued the eviction order again.

Cheng Nijia stared closely at Wen Lan's belly, her delicately made-up facial features twisted together, "Thank you Yansheng for giving you a marriage and a child. Why?"

"Have I ever said that the child is Xie Yansheng's?" Wen Lan could already see the terrifying anger in her eyes. He didn't want to conflict with her again, so he had to continue lying.

"You know, I've been waiting for the thank you banquet for ten years -" Cheng Nijia stood up and suddenly laughed.

The laughter was unruly, full of self-deprecation and resentment.

"He is the first man I fell in love with, and the only man I have ever loved in my life." Cheng Nijia's voice suddenly choked up, "Wen Lan, do you know that in exchange for his life, I was killed by four beasts? Gang-raped—"

Wen Lan was stunned.

Although she had heard about this past from Cheng Dafang, she was still shocked when she heard Cheng Nijia reveal her scars.

"I thought that humiliation could win Xie Yansheng's pity and give me the title of Mrs. Xie. The funny thing is - that humiliation made me pregnant with Cheng Cheng. At that time, I could have chosen to abort the child. But I didn't!" Cheng Nijia gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

"Although Cheng Cheng is my shame, only by giving birth to her can Xie Yansheng feel guilty for me all the time! But Xie Yansheng gave me money and things, but he didn't give me a marriage -"

Wen Lan didn't expect Cheng Nijia to say this to herself, so she reached out and opened the door as wide as possible, "I'm not interested in the past between Miss Cheng and Xie Yansheng."

"These words were rotten in my stomach and I wouldn't say them to you, but now Xie Yansheng and I are getting farther and farther away, and we can never go back to the past-" Cheng Nijia said with a faint voice, walking up to Wen Lan Turning to the side, eyes filled with hatred were fixed on Wen Lan's belly again.

"After I gave birth to Cheng Cheng, Xie Yansheng married you a few years after returning to Jiangcheng. At that time, I was still foolishly looking forward to becoming Mrs. Xie——"

As a woman, Wen Lan actually felt a little sad when she heard this, "Besides, these things have no meaning anymore. People have to look forward while living."

In fact, how could Cheng Nijia know that the marriage she wished for was a shackles to Wen Lan!

"Wen Lan, do you know how much Xie Yansheng cares about you?" Cheng Nijia walked to the door, the fire in his eyes had swallowed up his reason.

Wen Lan didn't want to arouse more jealousy for himself, so he shook his head deliberately: "If Xie Yansheng really cared about me, he wouldn't divorce me."

"My aunt asked someone to kidnap you. Xie Yan declared that he knew you were unharmed. It was a fake miscarriage. Not only did people smash all the aunt's houses and cars, but also brought down the entire 'Changfeng Real Estate'!" Cheng Nijia's lips curled up Slightly cocked, angry.

"..."

Wen Lan was speechless.

It took a lot of effort for Cheng Nijia to move his attention away from Wen Lan's belly, pretending to be melancholy, "Forget it, you are the person Xie Yansheng cares most about, and you can't empathize with me at all. See you next time, Miss Wen is an out-and-out single mother——"

Wen Lan saw that she was leaving and hurriedly stepped aside to make way.

As everyone knows, the moment the two passed by, Cheng Nijia suddenly stretched out his hands and pushed Wen Lan!

Wen Lan staggered and fell heavily to the floor!

The moment he landed, Wen Lan tightly protected his lower abdomen, but it was still too late!

A heartbreaking pain came from her lower body, and a few drops of bright red dripped down her legs and onto the floor...

"Cheng Nijia——" There was cold sweat on her forehead. In order to reduce the pain in her lower abdomen, she could only curl up and touch her mobile phone.

When her hand just touched the phone, Cheng Nijia walked over quickly and snatched it away, throwing her phone to the ground and breaking into pieces!

This time, it was Cheng Nijia's long-planned plan and a desperate move.

"Here comes -" In addition to blood on his lower body, Wen Lan also had a warm liquid slowly flowing out. He shouted towards the door with all his strength.

However, Cheng Nijia had already closed the door and chuckled, "In order to give birth to Cheng Cheng, I lost the right to be a mother again. I will never have the chance to give birth to a child for him in this life, why do you?"

"Cheng Nijia, please call 120 for me——" In order to protect the child, Wen Lan could only plead with Cheng Nijia in a low voice, "The child is really not Xie Yansheng——"

"Whether it is true or not, this is what Mrs. Xie owes me after you have worked for two years." Cheng Nijia stepped on Wen Lan's cell phone again before leaving.

The door was closed again.

Wen Lan's skirt was soaked bit by bit with blood, but her mind was still clear and she tried to crawl towards the door——

It was only four or five meters away, but she felt it was as long as a century.

When her fingers finally touched the door, she found that she had no strength to stand up.

The mobile phone was lying not far away and was broken. She could only slap the door with her palm and kept shouting "Someone come——"

Again and again...

Although her office was very close to the studios of several designers, designers did not want to be disturbed, and everyone's door was closed.

It was ten minutes later when Xiao Li came in from outside.

Because Wen Lan had an urgent matter and she never answered the phone, Xiao Li knocked on her office door.

When she heard Wen Lan's murmur, Xiao Li realized that something was wrong. She opened the door and saw Wen Lan lying in a pool of blood on the floor!

"Designer Wen——" Xiao Li saw this scene for the first time, and she was so scared that she shouted helplessly, "Something happened! Come quickly!"

Twenty minutes later, Wen Lan was sent to the "Anbeiqin" Obstetrics and Gynecology Hospital.

Xiao Li and another designer who was close to Wen Lan got on the ambulance and helped take care of Wen Lan.

Wen Lan's pain in her lower abdomen became stronger and stronger. She held Xiao Li's hand tightly and murmured over and over again: "No matter how much it costs, we must ask the doctor to save the child."