Chapter 172 Chapter 172: Raging Wen Shuning

Over there, Mo Bing had a cup of wine, and her stomach immediately turned over the river. She could not suppress the nausea in her throat after a few sips of soup. She hurried out with her mouth covered in a hurry.

During the banquet, after everyone looked at each other, you made fun of me.

"What's wrong with Mo Bing?"

"Aren't you pregnant?"

"Mo Bing has a boyfriend? Who can abduct the desperate San Niang in our circle."

"Hiding, if you don't put the door on your mouth one by one, how can you let you know."

"Not in a circle."

"..."

The thing about gossip has always been gender-neutral.

Mingyao was the only insider present, and he did not break his mouth. He interrupted everyone's speculation with a smile: "Don't guess, Bing Sister is upset."

In the bathroom, Mo Bing vomited the contents of his stomach cleanly and spit it out. It's best not to get drunk.

The bathroom is at the innermost side of the floor, opposite the safe exit. The door is open. The woman's voice is heard clearly in the stairwell. Because of the quietness, there is a faint echo.

"An Zhi."

Mo Bingzhan stopped his feet slowly and turned his head slowly, looking at the staircase with the door open.

The woman was wearing red high-heeled shoes and a professional short skirt. She raised her head slightly, and the profile on the side was softly drawn: "An Zhi."

Wen Shuning.

It turned out that the women in the shopping mall would also be so restless, full of femininity and tenderness.

She took the man's arm and seemed to be coquettish: "Can't I wait for a while?"

The man stretched his face and pushed her hand away: "I said it before I came, only stayed until four o'clock."

Wen Shuning had obvious loss in his eyes, dropped his eyelashes, and calmed his emotions: "Then I will send you."

The other party is always lukewarm: "No."

After talking, he turned around and left.

The high-heeled high-heeled sound was extremely clear and harsh.

Wen Shuning chased forward and took the man's hand: "I have something to give you." She took out a pair of golden cufflinks from her bag and said, "You last got into my car. "

The man hesitated, took it, and left.

Wen Shuning said that the pair of cufflinks belonged to her boyfriend. Lin Anzhi also had a pair. It turned out that it was not a coincidence.

Mo Bing leaned against the wall, the sweat on his forehead rolled down, and her legs softened, and she sat on the ground. She wanted to rush up to question, but she didn't stand up.

Da da da--

The sound of the high-heeled shoes gradually pulled away, faintly ringing in the ear, like a sharp cone, nailed at once.

Mo Bing gripped the phone, his palms were all cold sweat, his fingers were a little trembling, and he was so stiff that he didn't listen to the call. He pressed the dial button a few times.

"Where?" The voice suppressed strongly, her fingertips pinched into her palm, and she couldn't help shaking.

Lin Anzhi's voice came from the receiver.

"A killing feast." He asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Bing pursed his lips, pale lips, and remained silent for a long time. He said flatly: "Go home early today, and I have something to tell you."

"it is good."

She hung up the phone and sat on the cold floor for a long time before standing up against the wall, staggering, a short road, walking endlessly, outside the window of the vent, near the sunset light, orange Yes, from the back, falling into the gray shadow.

Mo Bing only came back after about a quarter of an hour.

Ming Yao knew it was wrong at first glance, her face was as white as paper, her hair was sweaty and her steps were vain. Ming Yao quickly supported her: "Sister Bing, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Bing shook his head without saying a word, his hand kept holding his stomach.

"Your complexion is very bad." Ming Yao handed her a cup of warm water.

Mo Bing picked it up, his fingertips holding the cup were white, and he took a sip, and there was still no blood on his lips. He only said: "I want to leave early. At night, I will let sister Tong take you."

"Okay." Mingyao was still uneasy. "Do you want to go to the hospital? You sweat a lot."

Mo Bing lowered his eyelids: "It's okay."

Underground Parking Lot.

After unlocking the car, Lin Anzhi stopped for a moment, bypassed the door, and threw the cufflinks in his hand into the trash bin, without stopping at a glance, and folded back directly into the car.

Behind him, Wen Shuning caught up.

"An Zhi."

Lin An turned back.

She slowed down and looked at him across the distance: "I suddenly remembered something."

He was not salty or light, his eyes were cold and his tone was obviously impatient: "What's the matter?"

As he approached, Wen Shuning glanced at him and landed on the trash bin not far away, with a smiley smile: "The pair of cufflinks you threw away, Mo Bing has seen."

Lin An's eyes sank.

"What else do you know?" The pupil slightly enlarged, he stared at her closely, his eyes full of alertness.

Wen Shuning raised his eyes: "You said Mo Bing?" The high-heeled shoes echoed. She approached slowly and looked up at him, saying, "Knowing that she loves you very much."

When the words fell, she suddenly stood on her feet and leaned towards his lips.

Lin Anzhi almost turned his face away.

Click--

The camera's shutter flashed wildly.

At seven in the evening, Mo Bing received a call from Lin Anzhi.

There was no light in the room, only the faint white moonlight outside the window came in. She hugged her knees and nested in the sofa, her eyes were empty.

"Mo Bing."

She has no energy: "Uh."

Lin Anzhi said: "Don't wait for me, I will go back later."

Only said this, without explaining the reason, the voice was heavy, very tired.

Mo Bing didn't ask, his voice was light, and he couldn't hear any emotion: "How long is it?"

He said, "One hour."

"it is good."

Lin Anzhi was suddenly silent for a long, long time, as if to say a thousand words, and finally, only two words were left: "Wait for me."

She hung up the phone, sat on the sofa, waited, waited, the warm water on the table slowly cooled. The pendulum on the TV wall in the living room changed from seven o'clock to eight o'clock. She waited and waited, but she didn't wait for Lin Anzhi, but she waited for an entertainment news.

The relationship between film actor Lin Anzhi and Warner President Wen Shuning was exposed.

She smiled for a while, looked at the door that was always quiet, there was no noise, then, after about ten minutes, the heroine of the scandal appeared at the door of her house.

It's still a dress this afternoon, with red high heels and a black skirt, and her career is strong. It's not like her delicate appearance in front of Lin An.

"Miss Mo." Wen Shuning's eyes looked like two fires, staring straight at her.

Strangely, she thought that there would be a lot of noise, but she was very calm in her heart. She looked cold and asked Wen Shuning: "Are you here to explain to me?"

Wen Shuning shook his head and plucked the maroon curls in his ears.

Mo Bing laughed coldly and raised his eyes: "So, are you here to demonstrate?"

She was noncommittal, standing straight at the door, picking up on the corner of her eyes, full of aura: "I have been with An Zhi for more than half a year."

The truth is straightforward.

Mo Bing held his hand, his eyes did not fluctuate at all: "Then? What do you want to say?"

Wen Shuning pondered for a moment, and asked, "What are your conditions?" She looked like a torch. She seemed to be inevitable. "As long as you leave him, you can do whatever you want."

Has Primary Three been so rampant this year?

Mo Bing lifted his lips and gently spit out a word: "Go away."

When the words fell, she shook her hand and closed the door.

"boom--"

After a loud noise, Mo Bing stood behind the door, froze for a few seconds, and sat on the ground with red eyes.

At 8:30 in the evening, Jiang Jiusheng had an exclusive interview. She made an appointment a month ago. She was not willing to make an appointment. She agreed to be interviewed at the hospital. The cameras were all adjusted and the lights were turned on. The recording started five minutes later.

Xie Dang suddenly took a tablet and said, "Sheng Sheng, look at this."

It was Lin Anzhi and Wen Shuning's kissing photos in the underground parking lot.

Jiang Jiusheng directly pulled the needle out: "Xie Dang, you will do it for me later in the interview."

Xie Dang stared at her hand, and it was bleeding.

He pulled her: "You are still ill, not allowed to go!"

Jiang Jiusheng looked back and glanced at him.

Will kill him!

Xie Dang let go, reluctantly told: "It's not your business, don't mess up."

Jiang Jiusheng yelled, and did not change his uniform. He took a coat and walked out. When he arrived at the door, Shi Jin came.

"Shi Jin," Jiang Jiusheng grabbed his hand, "Send me to Mo Binga."

Shi Jin frowned, "You can't be discharged from the hospital yet," Shi Jin asked, "Is it necessary to go?"

Jiang Jiusheng nodded vigorously: "Must go."

"it is good."

Shi Jin led her out of the ward.

Xie Dang was a little depressed. He grabbed the little curly hair anxiously and said to the interviewed reporter: "I don't speak the official language. I have some questions to ask."

reporter:"……"

She just wanted to interview Grandpa Sheng and take a photo of Grandpa Sheng.

At nearly nine o'clock, Yuehua was hazy and the neon lights on the street were all lit up. This night was very noisy.

"Click--"

The entrance door opened, and the footsteps were soft and slow.

Mo Bing looked up, dim, and could not see anything.

With a loud click, the living room light came on, and the sudden light pierced the pupil, pierced like a needle, Mo Bing narrowed his eyes uncomfortably, and stood up with his hand on the sofa.

She looked at the entrance: "I'm back."

Lin Anzhi walked over, took slippers, and squatted at her feet: "Why not wear shoes?"

She lifted her feet, put on her shoes, and lowered her head. She could see the hair spins above his head. She did not get up, squatted down there, and looked up at her with her head raised.

Mo Bing stood and asked him: "Why don't you explain?"

He was sitting on the coffee table, trying to reach out and hold her back, paused, then retracted, and then left behind at a loss, hoarse, like a lot of smoke: "Do you still believe me if I say?"

She did not hesitate: "Faith."

He paused for a long time and said, "I haven't touched her nor loved her."

After listening, Mo Bing suddenly laughed, laughed for a while, and then converged: "I thought you would say that those news are all fake."

He suddenly stopped talking and remained silent for a long time, looking at her eyes and dodge.

Mo Bing reached out his hand, covering his eyes, and couldn't bear to look at it again.

The voice was soft, and she said, "I'm afraid you won't speak, I'm afraid you recognize it." She opened her mouth, her throat was sour, a little choked, and her voice began to tremble, "An Zhi, as long as you say no, I believe it. "

He covered her hand and held it tightly, but still did not speak.

Mo Bing pulled his hand back and shouted: "You talk!"

She was sitting on the sofa as soon as she shook her head, and her tears came out. The hot liquid was flowing all over her face. She cried and called his name, but she couldn't say anything.

What to say?

She had never thought that Lin Anzhi would betray her, just as she had never imagined, what would happen if the whole world suddenly collapsed.

As soon as she cried, Lin Anzhi panicked, kneeling heavily on the ground, with a pair of red eyes, reaching for her hand: "Mo Bing, don't cry, I have a reason, a reason."

Mo Bing pushed him away, his moist eyes were all decisive: "I don't need a reason." She yelled at him and roared with fright, "Lin Anzhi, you have known me for 14 years, you will not understand me Doesn't it allow sand in my eyes? "

Because, will cry blind eyes.

She once told him this, saying that if he betrayed her, she would keep crying and crying, blinding her eyes.

Not to lie to him.

She pushed him hard, and then fell to the ground, crying loudly. She, who never loves to cry, crouched hysterically in front of him.

Lin Anzhi was panicked and hugged her fiercely. There were no glimmers of gloom in her eyes, like the sky had collapsed, despair and fear: "Mo Bing, don't cry, don't you cry, okay? "

She hugged her belly and slowly curled up into a ball: "An Zhi ... pain."

She was lying in his arms, suddenly cramped, straight up, her face covered with tears, and her blood faded little by little.

His hands froze and he didn't dare to move: "Where, where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?" He reached out and brushed her face, cold and cold, "Mo Bing, Mo Bing, what's wrong with you?"

She pressed her belly and said it hurt.

He did n’t dare to touch her, his hands were shaking, he touched his phone, and he shouted first aid with a trembling voice, his voice was almost choked, and he did n’t hang up. Go to the hospital, go to the hospital. "

Mo Bing has been crying pain.

Lin Anzhi picked her up and found out that her white skirt was full of blood.

"Mo, Mo Bing ..."

She stopped speaking, and he started crying.

At 9:30, Jiang Jiusheng received a call from Lin Anzhi. It was too late. Mo Bing was sent to the emergency room. She didn't see Mo Bing. She only saw Lin Anzhi's shirt full of blood. Outside the door, like a dead man, motionless, expressionless, and silent.

"Do you know," Jiang Jiusheng walked over and paused, "Mo Bing she is pregnant."

He looked up suddenly, and then he was stupid.

The next second, he laughed and raised his hand to slap himself fiercely.

Jiang Jiusheng turned around and looked at the operating lamp in the emergency room: "If the child is not saved, don't appear in front of her in a short time."

Without a word, he sat on the ground, lost his soul, and wiped the blood of his hand on his face. It was his blood, his palms were muddy, and his skin was broken.

Jiang Jiusheng walked aside and dialed the phone to charge Yu Wen: "Mo Bing has something wrong with me. I'm afraid that I will be photographed. Can you stop the news?"

Yuwen Charge has a wide network of contacts in the entertainment industry. Several media have negotiated with him. If he comes forward, at least it will not be out of control.

"I try my best." He asked, "How are people?"

Jiang Jiusheng lowered his voice: "Still in first aid."

"I'll be late."

She hung up the phone and looked back at the person who had been standing behind her: "Shi Jin, can the hospital block the news here?"

Shi Jin said yes, holding her shoulder: "You go to the ward to rest, I am here."

Jiang Jiusheng refused to leave and kept watching, when Shi Jin said nothing and accompanied her incessantly.

Half an hour later, the door of the operating room opened, and the female doctor came out with an uncomfortable expression: "Which is the patient's family member?"

Lin Anzhi stood up against the wall, his tie crooked and said hoarsely, "I am."

The doctor glanced at him: "Are you the father of the child?"

He nodded vigorously, standing unsteadily and crumbling: "Yes, I am."

"The patient has no problem because her mood swings are too great and the fetal image is unstable. However, she can't stimulate her anymore, and she won't be so lucky next time."

Lin Anzhi breathed a sigh of relief. There was a little light in his lifeless pupil, and his voice was still shaking: "Thank you, thank you doctor."

The female doctor nodded to Shi Jin and left.

Lin An will rush in immediately.

Jiang Jiusheng reached out and stopped: "Let her calm down."

He froze in place for a long time, still retracting his feet.

Jiang Jiusheng went in, and Mo Bing was awake. She was lying on the hospital bed, her eyes empty, staring at the roof, and the dazzling lights fell into her eyes.

"Is he gone?" The voice was empty, and Mo Bing was still staring at the light, his eyes blank and empty.

Jiang Jiusheng sat next to her: "Outside."

After that, Mo Bing closed his eyes and stopped speaking. The tears in the corner of his eyes slipped into the pillow.

Jiang Jiusheng sat for a while and left the ward. Lin Anzhi was still at the door. He was still in that posture, sitting on the ground with blood, his eyes were exactly the same as Mo Bing, and he was not alive.

"How is she?"

Jiang Jiusheng replied: "What do you think?"

Lin Anzhi clenched his hands, a sticky blood in his palm, he stared at the ward, his eyes reflected on the glass, desolate and cold.

Jiang Jiusheng bypassed him and turned to look up and saw Wen Shuning.

She smiled and was angry.

Just about to step forward, Shi Jin pulled her. She shook her head and motioned for him to let go. Shi Jin hesitated for a moment, let go of her hand, and followed her, fearing that she would lose money, and she would not leave her step.

Jiang Jiusheng, who has always been fond of foul language, couldn't help but approached, staring at Wen Shuning: "You dare to come to the hospital for TM."

Wen Shuning raised his eyelids: "It's your business."

Shi Jin's eyes were quenched, and he took a step forward. Jiang Jiusheng took his hand and whispered, "Shi Jin, don't interfere with women's affairs."

He took a step back and only said in her ear: "Be careful of the wound."

Jiang Jiusheng walked over and looked at Wen Shuning. She was tall, even though Wen Shuning was wearing high heels, she had to look up to look directly at her eyes.

Without talking, Jiang Jiusheng raised his hand to slap.

Wen Shuning dumbfounded: "You--"

She interrupted, with a cold voice: "My Mo Bing's health is not yet good, this slap, I fight for her."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand again, quickly and ruthlessly, and slapped on Wen Shuning's right cheek.

Wen Shuning was so desperate that he covered his face and shouted, "Jiang Jiusheng!"

Jiang Jiusheng's tepid tone: "This slap is for the child in her stomach." It was too hard, and the palm was hot.

If there is no injury, it is estimated that the two slaps are still okay.

Jiang Jiusheng was severely beaten, Wen Shuning's face quickly became red and swollen, she was angry and angry, but she was afraid of the man behind Jiang Jiusheng, did not dare to start, shouted: "What do you count!"

She calmly looked at each other coldly, flatly speaking, not angry, but not self-righteous: "I don't count for anything, I hit you, but if you come to me, I am afraid I am not afraid of you."

In the end, Wen Shuning was the proud daughter of heaven, the strong woman who was soaked in the shopping malls. Where has she suffered such humiliation, she could not bear it, and she raised her hand to fight back.

Jiang Jiusheng intercepted her raised hand effortlessly, shoved it away, and turned back to the two bodyguards sent by Yuwen: "If she doesn't leave, she will throw her out."

The two bodyguards say yes.

Jiang Jiusheng glanced at Liang Liang while Jin left.

Wen Shuning gritted his teeth fiercely, and did not move forward, raising his voice: "An Zhi, let's talk."

Lin An ’s lifeless eyes quickly burned two fires. He bowed his waist and got up, walked through the long hospital corridor, and approached, pulling her, pulling her into an empty ward, vigorously Throw the door.

He slammed her against the wall: "Is it you!"

Back hitting hard against the hard wall, Wen Shuning's back was tingling with pain, she gritted her teeth, and raised her head: "It's me." She smiled in the corner of her mouth, "I deliberately dragged on I lived with you, and I let the news out. All the things were planned by me. "

The fire in Lin An's eyes suddenly burst out of his eyes and grabbed her by the neck: "Wen Shuning, why don't you die!"

(End of this chapter)