Su Zhinian just shouted a name. In the next words, he didn't even say a word. Standing in front of him, Song Qingchun, who had a cold eyebrow, suddenly turned pale, covering his stomach, and took two steps back.

"Tingting?" Su Zhinian was instantly anxious, completely unable to take care of the untied tie, and rushed towards Song Qingchun: "What's wrong?"

Song Qingchun clutched her stomach and whispered a "pain", then groaned.

Su Zhinian, who came into contact with her limbs, could feel how painful she was, and the whole person became anxious and uneasy. She even couldn't keep up with the IQ. "Where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?"

"Belly..." Song Qingchun said only one word, and her body shivered with pain.

tripe? belly? stomachache?

Su Zhinian held Song Qingchun's fingers and shook them. Without even thinking, he shouted loudly: "Secretary Yang! Secretary Yang!"

With the chaotic sounds of ping pong, Secretary Yang ran in. She was just about to shout "Miss Song", and she was scared by the scene in front of her, but fortunately, she was married and had children. When the trousers were wet, he quickly opened his mouth: "Su, President Su, Song, Miss Song, this is about to be born, born..."

Health? gave birth?

Although it was the first child, Su Zhinian, who had made a lot of preparations in advance, glanced at Song Qingchun’s lower body. Sure enough, the amniotic fluid was broken. He quickly hugged Song Qingchun horizontally, and gave a quick tone to Secretary Yang. Get up: "I now send Tingting to the hospital, you call the doctor I contacted before and let them prepare!"

"Also, call the Song family and ask them to go to the second floor, and take the bag I have packed before to the hospital!"

"Also, send someone downstairs to start the car for me!"

As soon as Su Zhinian rushed to the door, Song Qingchun grabbed his arms weakly. He lowered his head and looked at Song Qingchun, who was sweaty on his forehead because of the pain in his arms. "Tingting, don't be afraid, we will be in the hospital right away. You can bear it..."

Because of the pain, Song Qingchun kept mumbling. After a while, she barely made a low voice: "Divorce, divorce..."

It's this time, still thinking about divorce?

Su Zhinian stumbled: "Ting Ting, we will talk about this later..."

"No..." Song Qingqing shook his head, and some of the pain was unable to speak, but Su Zhinian knew her thoughts through her heart.

What is called, without divorce, I have no energy to have children?

Su Zhinian was so scared that her lips fluttered, and if she opened her mouth, they all looked a little knotted: "Tingting, don't make trouble..."

With Su Zhinian's words, Song Qingnian screamed in pain, Su Zhinian read another sentence from her heart: If you don't divorce, I will definitely be depressed, I will be depressed, and I will have a dystocia...

Su Zhinian's complexion was paler than Song Qingchun's pain.

It hurts... With a burst of soreness in Song Qingqing's heart, her thoughts turned back to the topic that I just had... I have a hard time and may collapse.

If it was not Su Zhinian who was holding Song Qingchun at this time and was hurried down the stairs, he would be scared to the ground by the thoughts in her heart.

If my blood collapses, it is possible to kill two dead...

One dead two lives?