This is a suburb, and it's midnight, so no one or car is passing by.

As if abandoned by the whole world, the pain in her abdomen became more and more obvious. Xia Yan, who was lying curled up on the ground, finally had no strength to stand up and fainted...

…………

This way——

Luxurious villa in the city center.

Time goes back to half an hour ago——

In the bedroom.

Full of anger, Yi Beihan lit a lighter and threw it on the big bed——

The dry down quilt burned quickly, and smoke was everywhere...

As if someone had taken away his soul, his exquisite eyes gradually lost focus and were filled with the firelight in front of him. He always thought that he was an omnipotent superman.

But faced with the betrayal of his beloved woman, he showed a more fragile side than ordinary men.

I can hardly bear such a blow, my heart hurts so much, I can't breathe...

The narrow eyes gradually became filled with mist...

How many times has he shed tears?

Don’t remember!

But he clearly remembered that every time he cried in his life, it was after meeting Xia Yan...

A Zhan kicked open the door and rushed in, "Master, Master."

Several people struggled to pull him out——

Everyone escaped from the villa and stood on the asphalt road in front of the door, watching with their own eyes as the luxurious villa was engulfed in flames...

As if he had suffered a severe blow like hell, Yi Beihan looked around with a bewildered look and murmured weakly, "Where's the wife? Where's the wife?"

She is really gone...

A Zhan pursed his lips and said, "...My wife has left."

Yi Beihan suddenly crossed his shoulders and said, "Why are you still standing here? How can you let her go alone so late? Go and chase her quickly?"

A Zhan lowered his eyes and said, "My wife was picked up by someone."

Yi Beihan suddenly raised his head and stared at A Zhan, and said seriously: "Shen, Zhuo, Lie?"

A Zhan squeezed his sweaty palms and nodded heavily.

"Ahem..."

Yi Beihan coughed, and Azhan was shocked when he looked at him——

Looking at A Zhan's astonished look, Yi Beihan felt a fishy, ​​salty liquid flow out of the corner of his mouth. He wiped it lightly with his finger. When he saw it, his fingers were all bright red...

"Master, Master!"

Yi Beihan's body began to shake, like a sapling that had been ravaged by the cold wind. A Zhan stepped forward to support him in panic, shouting to the people around him, "Hurry up and drive."

When Yi Beihan woke up, it was already five o'clock in the morning.

Ignoring the obstruction of A Zhan and the nurse, he pulled out the needle on the back of his hand and staggered out of bed——

"Master, you can't leave the hospital now!" Azhan stretched out his arms to guide him.

Without saying a word, Yi Beihan punched him in the chest, staring at Azhan who was knocked to the ground in a daze, and growled, "Get out! If you dare to stop me again, I will kill you!"

The few nurses nearby were so frightened that they didn't dare to take a breath.

Yi Beihan staggered out, and A Zhan got up from the ground, intercepted him again regardless of life and death, and said sternly, "Master, you are sick and cannot leave the hospital!"

Yi Beihan pushed him away, looked around, grabbed the chair next to him and threw it at him.

A Zhan had no time to dodge, and the iron-framed chair fell heavily on him and fell. His cheeks scratched by the legs of the chair instantly left several bright red marks...

Yi Beihan pointed at her with his hand, his eyes as scary as a ghost, "If you dare to stop me again, you will be killed without mercy!"

He got up and left the ward.
Chapter completed!