At midnight, Mo Yan suddenly received a call from Yan Bingqing.

When he saw the notes on the screen, he felt inexplicably upset.

I don't know what kind of moth she plays!

Recently, for Yan Bingqing's sake, his hair is half white. Now, Yan Bingqing is ruined and his career is ruined.

His interests are tied up with Yan Bingqing. He is both prosperous and harmful.

Now Yan Bingqing is in a state of decline. He is also killed by Huanyu, and it's over.

It's a time of splitting headaches.

Just now, Mo Yan was ready to go to sleep, and was woken up by her phone call. Mo Yan got angry and picked up the phone. Just about to attack, he heard Yan Bingqing's painful voice on the other end of the phone: "Mo Yan, help Help me... "

Mo Yan sat on the bed, "what's the matter?!"

"Mo Yan I seem to have miscarried... "

Mo Yan was choked with fear.

He took a taxi in a hurry. When he arrived, he saw Yan Bingqing fall into the flower bed powerlessly. His lower body was stained with blood. His hands were stained with blood. He held his cell phone tightly. His face was lifeless, like a broken flower.

Mo Yan came to her side and looked at her skirt with blood donation on her lower body in surprise. His eyes were full of consternation and helplessness.

"Bingqing, what's the matter with you?"

Mo Yan's eyes fell on her face and he was surprised again.

Yan Bingqing's face was swollen half of the time, and a blood hole was broken in the corner of his lips, which continuously seeped blood donation and seeped to the extreme.

He had never seen Yan Bingqing in such a mess. His original amazing appearance was now dead, and he was sick and pale.

"Your face Was it hit by someone? "

"Mo Yan It hurts, my stomach hurts... "

Yan Bingqing holds his stomach, and his broken voice escapes from his throat: "woo Take me to the hospital Mo Yan, I seem to have miscarried... "

"Miscarriage? You You're pregnant! " Mo Yan's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't have enough time to look at her. He picked her up and ran to the side of the road.

Yan Bingqing said with a pale face: "I don't know I'm pregnant, but I haven't come for three months I may be pregnant... "

"Pregnant!? Yan Bingqing, you are... " Mo Yan was so angry with her that he had nothing to say.

Didn't she do everything right?

Why is she pregnant at such a critical moment.

The question is, she has so many men, who are the three gold masters? Does she know who the child is?

"Mo Yan, what should I do?! Now, I'd rather die... " Yan Bingqing's mind was in despair. Now this picture makes her life worse than death.

The hatred of cloud poetry is deep in her heart. If she could, she would like to die with cloud poetry!

"Mo Yan, what can I do, what can I do..."

"Shut up!"

Mo Yan said impatiently: "even if you practice yourself, you will hurt me as well Yan Bingqing, who are you to blame for this!? Have I ever warned you not to make things too public in the entertainment circle, but you have offended me everywhere, and even on the head of Munich! What do you want me to do! "

Yan Bingqing sobbed, broke down to cry out, embarrassed.

Mo Yan stopped a taxi and hurriedly picked her up.

The driver took a look in the rearview mirror and recognized Yan Bingqing. Then he saw that her body was full of blood and her eyes were full of disgust.