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Yue'er, he whispered her name. More accurately, he called her name when they first met, song Qianyue. But that name was like the eight year old she died in the car accident with her parents.

At the thought of her childhood, her thoughts were a little erratic, and her hand against the glass also had a sign of loosening. I don't know whether King's landing saw it and had been stabilizing her, so he rushed over.

She grabbed the glass piece in her hand with one hand. The real touch made song Qianqian wake up from a dream. The two people fell into a stalemate. The servants on the side didn't dare to come up to help for fear of adding chaos.

Junlin didn't care about himself. He grabbed the glass with his bare hands. His head was wet with blood. His lips were pale and trembling. With one hand, he also grabbed her waist: "moon, give me the glass."

But song Qianqian didn't want it. She also grabbed it and stared at him with cold eyes: "King's landing, why are you still so stupid? I don't want this child, basically because I don't want you and I don't love you. If this child doesn't exist, it can be regarded as a clean break."

Suddenly, Junlin was shocked by her sentence "I don't want this child because I don't want you", and the strength of holding the glass was loosened.

But song Qianqian didn't. her strength was still full of ten. As soon as the end was loose, she naturally stepped back a few steps, and stepped into the water of that big beach between lightning and flint.

The foot suddenly slipped and pinched the glass, and the whole person fell like the back.

"Ah!!!"

She fell heavily, and the back of her head hit the ground with a loud noise.

Junlin stood in place and stayed for several seconds. One hand was still in mid air. Suddenly, after returning to his mind, he found that song Qianqian was lying on the floor. Suddenly, the whole person couldn't stop shaking: "shallow, shallow..."

He hurried to the front, breathed heavily, dragged her up in great fear, dragged her in his arms, and began to shout at the servants who had been scared half to death: "what are you doing? Drive my car out, go to the hospital, go to the hospital!"

Words are full of panic.

The servants were in a mess and hurried to pick up the car.

Song Qianqian only felt dizzy after he was hit on the floor. After being held in his arms, he didn't feel warm. Instead, he felt very cold, very cold, cold to the bone.

King's landing held her and didn't dare to hold her too tightly. His eyes were forced to turn red: "shallow, shallow, it's okay, it's okay, I'll take you to the hospital right away, it's okay."

The "nothing" he said was probably just paralyzing and comforting himself.

Song Qianqian only felt that there was a bloody smell in her throat. She choked and said a few words hoarsely: "stomach, stomach, pain."

"Belly? Belly." Junlin whispered a few words absently, turned his head and looked at her belly. The whole person was like a bolt from the blue. A small pool of blood had flowed from her thigh, fainted and dyed in the water, and turned into a big circle, shocking.

Junlin was still shocked. Song Qianqian grabbed his white shirt with one hand. Junlin was busy looking at it and didn't know what expression to use. He just comforted her: "it's okay, it's okay, it'll be okay. I won't let you and your children have anything."

He reached out and touched song Qianqian's face. He just wanted to hold her horizontally, but suddenly found that the palm of his right hand was full of blood. Just after Song Qianqian grabbed his shirt, his shirt was all dyed red.