Qin Songyao's breath was suffocated. She was not stupid. This card belonged to Bo Siyan. No one could freeze his card except him.
The life-saving straw was pulled away. She was in no mood to pay attention to the cashier's eyes. She took out her mobile phone with difficulty. As soon as she opened it, she saw five or six missed calls on the screen, all from Bo Siyan.
She quickly called back, but no one answered.
I took off my phone and saw two more messages.
——Qin Songyao, where are you!
——Trick me once, are you happy?
You can feel his anger even through the screen.
Qin Songyao closed her eyes and wanted to reply to him, but stopped editing. She was so stupid. What was the point of trying to explain to him at this time?
She quickly closed the page and called Zhen Rourou.
Without saying a word, Zhen Wenwen directly transferred 100,000 yuan to her card and promised to be with her as soon as possible.
After finally paying the bill successfully, Qin Songyao went to the emergency room again and signed various signs under the doctor's instructions.
Qin Chen quickly entered the operating room.
After a night of rescue, he was finally out of danger.
Qin Songyao stayed up all night and was almost paralyzed.
It was daylight and she woke up in the corridor of the hospital, dizzy.
She went to the ward to check Qin Chen's condition and found that everything was stable, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
At noon, Zhen Wenrou came and mentioned the divorce, and then she remembered that she should contact Bo Siyan.
When she walked to the stairwell, she called, but she didn't answer the first call. It wasn't until the third call that she answered it like a gentleman.
"Is something wrong?"
Across the screen, Qin Songyao could also imagine his expression of needing a beating.
"The divorce happened yesterday because I left temporarily because I had something to do. When are you free, can we go there again?"
Opposite me, the man said displeasedly: "I gave you a chance, but you didn't grasp it yourself."
"I have something to do temporarily..."
"I've been waiting for you for half an hour." The other person interrupted her.
Qin Songyao pressed his eyebrows, a little doubtful, "When did you arrive?"
"Nine o'clock."
"I waited until half past nine and didn't see you."
"Then I arrived at nine-thirty-one."
Qin Songyao: "..."
She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth: "You didn't go at all, did you?"
"When I said I went, I just went."
Qin Songyao was furious. She knew what he was thinking, but he still felt that it was impossible for her to get a divorce, so he didn't go at all. He even sent a message to accuse her. The key was that he got it wrong.
If she had known earlier, she would have directly blamed him, leaving him with no way out.
She breathed a sigh of relief, "I really want to divorce you. If you don't believe me, you can go check it out. I did."
"Do you think everyone is as free as you?"
"Then what do you want?" Qin Songyao was anxious, "You don't want to leave, do you?"
She thought about it for a moment, then thought it was impossible, "If you are worried that the divorce will affect the cooperation between Bo and Qin, we can divorce quietly and make it public after a while, giving you buffer time to solve the problem."
"You are very considerate."
"I've been so considerate, could you please be kinder to me?"
"Who knows what your intentions are behind your back?"
Qin Songyao closed his eyes and really wanted to scream like a groundhog.
What ideas can she have!
She paced in place, thinking about how to persuade him, and couldn't help but walk downstairs in annoyance.
Just as he was about to speak, his eyes widened in disbelief, followed by a gasp.
At the corner, a person fell next to a wheelchair, surrounded by blood.