Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

"Ringling -"

A rapid telephone ring suddenly sounded on the ambulance. Xia Ling hurriedly took out her mobile phone and found that it was not her mobile phone.

"Ringling -"

The bell kept ringing. She found that it sounded from Xue he.

"Hello..." Xia Ling's voice trembled involuntarily, and her voice choked.

Han Qichen at the other end of the phone frowned tightly. He took off his cell phone and reconfirmed it. He thought he had dialed the wrong number.

He had called Xue he many times in the morning, but the little woman didn't know what she was busy with. She didn't answer his phone, so he thought to call her again later. But he immediately recognized that Xue he's voice was not on the other end of the phone.

"Who are you?" There was no emotion in his indifferent tone.

Xia Ling took a deep breath. "I'm Xue he's friend... Excuse me... Who are you..." she said again and cried.

"What's the matter? What happened to Xue he?" Han Qichen immediately had a bad feeling.

"She's hurt... We're... On our way to the hospital..."

"You put her on the phone." Han Qichen's tone showed a trace of irritability. How could he suddenly get hurt.

Xia Ling looked at the motionless Xue he, "she fainted, and her head still shed a lot of blood."

After hearing Xia Ling's words, Han Qichen became more nervous and stood up from the stool with a "brush"“ You're going to that hospital now. "

Xia Ling wiped the tears on her face. The tears had blocked her sight, "the central hospital."

On the way, Han Qichen didn't know how many red lights he ran. When he got to the hospital, he only saw Xia Ling sitting in the corridor. Her hands were covered with blood. It must be Xue he.

"What happened? How could she get hurt?"

Xia Ling slowly looked up at the man in front of her. Before meeting Han Qichen, she looked at him from a long distance. Today, so close, she obviously felt the strong breath emanating from Han Qichen.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, Xue he wouldn't be like this..." Xia Ling confessed her mistakes.

Han Qichen shook his head helplessly. Now he can only ask her after she calms down a little.

After about ten minutes, Xia Ling's mood finally calmed down. She told Han Qichen everything that happened today.

After hearing this, Han Qichen's face was extremely black. He wanted to find out the man who hurt Xue he now.

Almost three hours later, the doctor finally came out of the operating room.

"How's it going, doctor?"

"The patient just had a slight concussion. Fortunately, the wound is not very big. We have treated it. After the patient is transferred to the ward, you can go to see her."

Han Qichen nodded slightly, which was a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Xue he didn't matter, otherwise he really had the heart to kill.

"Can you still contact that woman?" Han Qichen looks at Xia Ling. The woman in his mouth is naturally Nangong Shiya.

Xia Ling quickly nodded her head, took out her mobile phone and dialed Nangong Shiya. But after the phone rang for a while, no one answered. When she called, the other party simply turned it off.

"No one answered..." Xia Ling pursed her lips.

"Then please give me her address directly."

Xia Ling frowned suspiciously.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything special."

Xia Ling wants Han Qichen to know that Nangong Shiya's residence may just want to talk about justice for Xue he. There should be no problem.

"Then please take care of Xue he here first. Let her call me when she wakes up."

Xia Ling nodded in a daze.

Han Qichen left straight away. His back looked a little hurried.

After getting on the elevator, he dialed assistant Jiang directly.

"I'll send you an address. Now I'll take some people there right away."

After a simple and clear sentence, he hung up the phone directly and didn't give assistant Jiang the opportunity to ask.

Half an hour later, Han Qichen's car and assistant Jiang's car met at Mu's house on time.

"President, you suddenly asked me to bring someone to this place for what." Assistant Jiang frowned suspiciously and looked up at the villa in front of him. This should be someone else's residence.

Han Qichen took out his pocket and took out a cigarette from the cigarette box. When he was about to light it, he suddenly found that he didn't bring a lighter. He was stunned for a few seconds. It seemed that he suddenly thought of something and reinstalled it.

"Go and knock."

Assistant Jiang swallowed his saliva. "President, who lives here? What are we doing here today?"

Han Qichen glanced darkly, "let you drive. You can go. There are so many problems."

Assistant Jiang's hands folded tightly and slowly opened his legs. How can he always have a bad feeling in his heart.