C12 She Would Never be Pregnant Again

Xiao Qinghan suddenly opened his black eyes that were even shinier than the black light. His black eyes were filled with a terrifying viciousness. He stood up and said coldly, "Let's go race!"

The downpour showed no sign of stopping, the sky thundered with thunder, lightning streaked across the sky, and on the nine-curved track there was a cacophony of motors that matched the sound of rain.

A black Volkswagen Beetle race car was competing with a purple Dodge Racetrack. Neither of them was giving way to the other on the narrow track.

The two racing cars were getting closer and closer. They made several big turns in a row. At the end of the narrow turn, there was a cliff on one side.

Normally, a driver would not have chosen to overtake a car at such a speed and unable to accommodate two, especially when it was raining so heavily and slippery that it was possible to capsize if he was not careful.

However, in such a situation, the black Beetle sped up and made a perfect turn. It made a shocking sound and surpassed the Dodger Gui Long.

When they reached the finish line, several waiters rushed forward with umbrellas in their hands. They still hadn't come back to their senses from the soul-stirring scene just now.

Only these two sirs dared to race here on a rainy night.

"Han, what the hell happened to you?" Nalan Jin asked seriously. His heart was still pounding in his chest. That rush just now had been a joke on his own life.

Xiao Qinghan did not answer him. His face was still as cold as ice. The waiter took the helmet and walked straight to the changing room to change.

At that moment, his cell phone rang. He stopped putting on his clothes, and there was a flash of cold light in his eyes. He took the phone quickly, and when he saw the screen, there was a flash of irony in his eyes. How could she call him?

"Mr Xiao, where are you right now? Miss Yue has been calling for you!" Usually, a woman like Yue Liuli would not have his personal number, only Qin Feng's.

Xiao Qinghan didn't answer and hung up.

He drove away by himself. He had been driving towards his own manor. In his mind, he couldn't help but think of the pale face he had seen at the drugstore. He became more and more irritated. He made a sudden turn and headed for the villa in the Western Suburbs.

Ling Muxue went back to the empty villa. It was as empty as her heart. Originally, this villa was bought by Xiao Qinghan three years ago, but other than Xiao Qinghan who lived here two years ago, she was the only one who lived in such a big villa.

She didn't have the money to hire a servant, and she was too busy with her work to clean up, so there was a smell of dust in the house.

She opened her bedroom door, feeling dizzy from the rain. She threw her bag on the bed, and her wet body fell on the bed. She was too tired to open her eyes.

She didn't have to worry about getting pregnant at all, because she couldn't possibly get pregnant again. Three years ago...

She lay on the bed feeling dizzy and heavy. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she fell asleep very quickly. Suddenly, she felt someone touching her forehead, looking at her with complicated and worried eyes.

In a daze, she felt like someone was untying her wet dress. And then a soft and warm breath was wiping her body. She suddenly felt much better.

Was it Xiao Qinghan? But how was that possible? He wished he could kill her, so how could he care about her life and death?