As soon as I walked out of the corridor, I heard footsteps behind me.
"Mr. Song?"
Song Xiang stopped, turned around and took a look, and couldn't help but curl his lips quietly.
"Miss Ji."
"There were so many people just now, so I haven't apologized to Mr. Song yet." Ji Yu walked up, smoothed the strands of hair from her cheeks, and walked closer while holding her back.
Song Xiang looked at her belly, which was not bulging yet. It looked a bit funny to walk with her waist propped up like this.
"There's no need to apologize. Miss Ji and I don't have many chances to meet each other."
Ji Yu smiled, not as strong as last time. He walked closer and sighed: "My husband is seriously ill. It's rare for me to find something that makes him happy and pick a style that he likes, so I'm a little anxious. It's really hard for me to find something that makes him happy."
It was not intentional."
Song Xiang was most afraid of people with two faces, who could stab you with a knife without even being able to defend against him.
She smiled lightly and said, "I don't take it to heart. Since Miss Ji is pregnant, why not go back and sit down? I have to go to the bathroom."
"That's right, I want to go too."
Song Xiang: "..."
So annoying.
She had already shown that she didn't want to make friends, but she didn't expect this person to be like a dog-skin plaster.
He turned around and walked away without giving the other party much face.
Ji Yu was not angry and followed her into the bathroom without disturbing each other.
Song Xiang moved quickly, and by the time he was washing his hands, Ji Yu hadn't come out yet.
She was about to leave when suddenly a cry came from inside: "Help--"
Song Xiang's scalp went numb, and he quickly ran back without thinking too much.
"Miss Ji?"
"Mr. Song, I accidentally fell, please help me."
Song Xiang didn't like this person, but she was pregnant. If something happened to her, she, the only one who could breathe, would not save her. If word got out, someone would have to stab her in the spine.
As soon as she opened the door, Ji Yu grabbed her hand.
"Give me a hand."
Song Xiang had no choice but to go in and help the person up.
Ji Yu gasped, "Hospital..."
Song Xiang had a big head and wanted to call someone, but Ji Yu grabbed her and wouldn't let go.
"Turn left when you go out and you can go directly to the parking lot."
"Miss Ji, please let go first, I want to call someone."
"No, I can't hold on any longer!"
Song Xiang gritted her teeth. She was very defensive, but she felt that Ji Yu and her were just the same grudge, so there was no need to plot against her with a "dragon fetus" worth hundreds of billions.
"Mr. Song, please, drive me to the hospital."
Song Xiang was speechless, what is this?
She lifted the person up and walked out with difficulty. Sure enough, not long after turning left, there was an elevator that led directly to the parking lot.
I thought that if someone with severe cold followed me around the clock, nothing would happen.
She helped Ji Yu walk to her car, and when she opened the door and let someone in, the other person suddenly pulled her hair hard.
"ah--"
"sorry……"
Song Xiang's scalp was numb with pain and her temper was rising, but Ji Yu's face was even worse, like a concubine who was about to have a miscarriage in a palace drama.
She had no time to argue with Ji Yu and quickly drove to the hospital.
Ji Yu screamed from the back seat, feeling extremely painful.
Song Xiang didn't have much sympathy, but felt that he was unlucky.
When she arrived at the hospital, she handed the person to the emergency department and left without looking back.
When she sat back in the car, the whole car was filled with the smell of perfume, which made her choke.
I opened the window for ventilation and complained angrily.
"I'm still using perfume when I'm pregnant with the prince..."
As he was talking, a black Bentley approached slowly.
Song Xiang had never seen this model before. The model looked very stable. When he looked at the license plate, he saw a neat series of zeros.