Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

emergency room.

Song Wanqiu was fine except for being a little frightened.

Shen Yan, wearing Gong Chen's coat, stood at the end of the bed with tears in her eyes, looking even more miserable and pitiful than Song Wanqiu who fell into the water.

Song Wanqiu leaned against the soft pillow and shed tears silently without waiting for Shen Yan to explain.

"Third Master, it's my fault. I misunderstood that Shen Yan had some feelings for you, so I asked for your coat. I... I accidentally hit her."

"I just didn't expect that she would suddenly go crazy and push me into the lake. Fortunately, you arrived in time, otherwise I dare not imagine the consequences."

She was not like Shen Yan, who always revealed herself as a pitiful little white flower. Instead, she wiped her tears gracefully, which was exactly the qualities a rich lady should have.

Both of them were crying, but it was obvious who cried more beautifully.

A man like Gong Chen would never pay attention to a woman who only knows how to play the victim.

Song Wanqiu glanced at Shen Yan with a hint of superiority.

There will be a time for you to beg for mercy!

But what Song Wanqiu didn't expect was that Shen Yan did not beg for mercy, but fell to her knees at Gong Chen's feet with a plop.

"Third Master, I really didn't mean it! I'm just an ordinary citizen. How dare I offend your fiancée? I just... was beaten so hard by Miss Song that it hurt so much that I wanted to explain to her that there was no relationship between us. Who knew that during the shove, she fell into the lake."

"Third Master, if you don't believe me, look at my face."

Shen Yan seemed to admit her mistake, but in fact she was playing the victim.

She knelt and looked up at Gong Chen, gazing at the man at the highest point in the most cowardly manner.

It satisfies all men's fantasies of being superior.

Especially at this moment, her red and swollen face made her originally pretty face even more charming.

He cried as he spoke and wiped his tears as he cried.

The red eyes stared at Gong Chen timidly again.

Song Wanqiu, who was lying on the bed, was so angry that she wanted to get out of bed and tear her face off.

Shen Yan felt that although she was not as pretty as Song Wanqiu, she was definitely a pretty lady. She hoped that Gong Chen could look at her more and remember her.

Just when she was full of hope, Gong Chen looked at his watch impatiently.

"You guys continue and work out the results first."

After saying that, Gong Chen left without looking back.

Song Wanqiu sat up straight and tried to persuade him softly, "Third Master, Third Master..."

The door was still closed.

She slapped Shen Yan again with her backhand.

"What? The dog wants to bite its master? Has he gotten enough benefits over the years? Do you want to die?"

Shen Yan was hit on the head and felt humiliated, but she could only swallow her anger.

The face, which was originally still visible, had now become swollen and asymmetrical, and looked somewhat hideous.

Her hands hidden in her wide sleeves were clenched tightly, but she looked up and still smiled.

"Ms. Song, I'm actually helping you."

"Shen Yan, I have warned you long ago that you shouldn't have other thoughts. How dare you say you will help me?" Song Wanqiu sneered while leaning against the pillow, her face no longer having the elegance of the past.

"You took great pains to get me into Xue Man's studio, didn't you hope that I would help you deal with Lin Zhiyi? If Xue Man heard that I pushed you into trouble for revenge, she would never keep me even if you were the Third Master's fiancée, so I had to change my words in front of the Third Master."

Shen Yan lowered her head and nodded timidly.

Song Wanqiu lowered her eyes and looked at her: "Then I also want to thank you."

"I took advantage of Miss Song, and this is what I should do."

"Finally you have some self-awareness." Song Wanqiu lifted the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed, lifted up Shen Yan's face, stared at her red and swollen cheeks, chuckled, and said with a bit of viciousness in his eyes, "In that case, leave what you shouldn't take, and get out."

Shouldn't take it?

Shen Yan was stunned and clutched her coat tightly.

If she took off her coat, she would be exposed.

"Ms. Song, don't be like this..."

Song Wanqiu calmly fixed her hair, not even glancing at her: "Take it off, or I'll call someone to help you take it off."

Shen Yan bit her lip, tremblingly took off Gong Chen's coat, and then propped herself up.

Song Wanqiu glanced at her and smiled contemptuously: "With this figure? No one wants to see it. Get lost."

Shen Yan walked out of the emergency room with a pale face and covering her chest.

All eyes around her fell on her.

But she didn't run away. Instead, she cried and curled up as if she was about to fall down.

A kind nurse supported her and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I, I fell into the water. How can I walk like this?"

Shen Yan curled up.

The nurse quickly hugged her and said, "I'll get you a coat. Don't cry."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Shen Yan burst into tears.

The nurse felt embarrassed seeing how pitiful she looked.

Shen Yan has always known that her misery is her greatest advantage, and she also knows how to make the most of it.

A few minutes later, Shen Yan calmly walked out of the emergency building wearing someone else's coat.

She turned to look at the door and raised her hand to touch her aching face.

Lin Zhiyi, Song Wanqiu, what's so great about you?

Just wait, I will definitely replace you!

……

Gong Chen went upstairs and entered Lin Zhiyi's ward.

What I saw was a clean, new bed, and the smell of disinfectant in the air had not yet completely dissipated.

The auntie who was cleaning the bathroom just came out and saw the man in front of her who was either rich or noble, and immediately became cautious.

"you are……"

"Where are the people in the ward?"

"She's been discharged from the hospital." Auntie said as she thought of something and quickly put down the garbage bag in her hand. "By the way, she left a medical examination report on the bedside table and said to give it to anyone who comes."

Gong Chen walked forward, picked up the report, and stared at the contents on it with a slightly frowned brow.

The aunt wiped the door handle and said something more.

"This girl's eyes had just healed, but she fell and got hurt somehow. Her ankles were swollen and her arms were scratched by tree branches. The doctor told her to stay in the hospital for observation, but she insisted on leaving."

Hearing the voice, Gong Chen's expression was obscure and he turned and walked out of the ward to his friend's office.

"Did you let her go?"

Open your mouth to question.

The friend was startled by his tone and stood up to explain: "I can't stop her, and she signed a letter of responsibility, so I have no reason not to let her go."

Gong Chen frowned slightly, handed the test report in his hand to the table, walked to the window and lit a cigarette.

Smoke gushed out, and there seemed to be something pressing down on his throat. He whispered, "What's going on?"

My friend glanced at the test results and said, "She took the initiative to ask for it. She even knew when to take the early pregnancy test. It seems that she had already made preparations. Whose child is she worried about?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head, staring at the numbers and making guesses.

Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped a lot.

The friend was stunned and looked up suddenly: "You, yours? You are such a beast! There is a generation gap between you two!"

He sighed: "But fortunately, she..."

"Not pregnant." Gong Chen blurted out while holding a cigarette.

My friend was even more surprised: "You even studied obstetric data?"

Hearing this, Gong Chen was stunned for a moment.

"No."

"Then how do you know?"

"I seem to have seen it." Something seemed to flash through Gong Chen's mind.

The friend laughed and patted his chest: "Others are openly flirting, but you are secretly flirting. How many women do you have..."

Gong Chen raised his eyes slightly coldly, scaring his friend so much that he didn't dare to continue.

"Keep your mouth shut, Doctor Li Huanhuan."

"Ah! Don't call me by my name! My name is Li Huan! Not Huan Huan!"

His mother liked her daughter and had already thought of a name for her: Huanhuan.

When they gave birth to a boy, they didn't even bother to find a new name for him, so they just called him Li Huan, with the nickname Huanhuan.

The shouting gave him a headache.

The key is that there was a girl in high school with the same name as him! Her nickname was also Huanhuan!

"Gong Chen, stop right there! Where are you going?"

Gong Chen twisted the cigarette butt into his ashtray and said meaningfully: "The cat ran away, catch the cat."