Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

"Driver, stop."

They both roared softly, then opened the door, jumped out of the car and ran to the place where the car crashed.

Seeing that it was really his eye-catching Bugatti, he was beyond recognition.

"Absolutely..."

They rushed over, and Li tingjue lay on the ground, as if fainted.

Yan Yu gave him first aid, and the people next to him sighed.

"What a good man! The big truck ran through the red light and almost hit an old man and a young grandson crossing the road. It was the car that stopped the big truck and didn't hit it. It's just pity for the young man. The injury should be serious?"

Coldly listening to the words of the people next to me, I couldn't help scolding.

"In order to save people, you don't want your life?"

Yan Yu gave him first aid. He woke up and frowned painfully when he opened his eyes.

"My legs."

Yan Yu went to check his leg and found that there was an iron block stuck in the meat, and the blood was pouring out.

He tore the cloth off his shirt and strangled his leg.

"Coldly, let the car come quickly. You must go to the hospital immediately."

Li tingjue looked at his legs and twisted his eyebrows and scolded.

"Shit..."

He doesn't want to get hurt at this time. His wife hasn't come back yet.

He was helped into the car by Yan Yu and sent to the hospital. It's late at night after the operation. He hasn't been anesthetized yet. Looking at him pushed out, Yan Yu asked the doctor.

"How is he?"

His attending doctor said: "Li Shao's leg is just a skin injury. It is inserted deeply and has more blood flow. It will be all right after a period of rest."

Lengran and Yanyu were relieved. The attending doctor asked again.

"Who's Xiaoyan? He's always called that name."

They looked at each other and knew that what he was thinking was mo Qingyan. Lengran suddenly had an idea, "I'm definitely hurt now. Should I tell Xiaoyan to be more serious? Is she soft hearted?"

"I'll call now."

Yan Yu held him. "Stop it. Tell her tomorrow. What time is it now? We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Coldly looked at the time, it was more than three o'clock in the middle of the night, and he was right.

The next day, Mo Qingyan was learning painting from her tutor. Now she had more time and decided to pick up her favorite major. Painting is her dream.

The tutor invited by the royal family is very influential in the American painting world and is also his favorite master, so she learns very well.

Just as she listened carefully to his explanation, the phone rang.

She apologized and got up. "I'll answer the phone."

Then step aside and connect.

"Hello?"

"Xiao Yan, I'm cold. You hit Jue last night. Jue was too sad. Then there was a car accident. Now you're still unconscious."

She wanted to hang up when she heard the man's name, but when she heard that he had a car accident, her whole brain exploded with a buzzing, and she couldn't hear anything else.

"Where is it? I'll be right over."

Thinking he was going to die, all her self-esteem and strength were put aside.

Coldly told her the address, she hung up the phone and ran out without even saying hello to her tutor.

"Princess, where are you going?"

She was wearing a white gauze skirt that reached the ground today. It was too late to change it. She ran outside with her skirt.

Arrived at the hospital and waited for her coldly at the door. Seeing her coming out of the car like a fairy, he greeted her.

"Xiao Yan, you are so beautiful today."

He didn't apply any powder or wear any hand decorations. His hair was scattered and his face was white. He ran towards him with his skirt.