The sun shone slanted from behind him, blurring his face.

Qian Mengmeng saw a cold light in his eyes.

She suddenly shuddered and forgot what she was going to say.

"Let's go," Zhou Qingwan didn't want Luo Yan's eyes to stop somewhere, so she pulled Luo Yan's sleeves lightly.

Luo Yan glanced at her indifferently, pulled his hand away, and left.

Zhou Qingwan withdrew her hand without any trace and chased after her with a smile.

Lin Miao lowered his eyes quickly, not wanting to make his heart hurt any more.

"Miaomiao," Qian Mengmeng pulled her, "You are stupid, "Why don't you say anything?"

"say what?"

Lin Miao shook his head.

The past is gone, and some things should be in the memories.

At least it can preserve the beauty of the time.

"I'm really angry with you," Qian Mengmeng stomped her feet, suddenly froze, hugged her stomach with her hands, and looked at Lin Miao with her eyes.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Lin Miao hurriedly helped her.

"I may be giving birth," Qian Mengmeng grunted.

"I just told you not to come," Lin Miao stamped her feet in a hurry.

"Wait, I'll call someone right away," Lin Miao helped her sit on the bench next to her, picked up her skirt and ran out.

Because she was too anxious, she accidentally got stuck in her teeth.

But she didn't care and got up and continued running.

At the school gate, Meng Yuran was standing there looking around.

When I saw Lin Miao running over without any image, I knew it was not good.

He rushed to the doorman and slammed the door.

"What's wrong?"

The guard poked his head out.

Meng Yuran pointed at the school.

Lin Miao had already come over now, and she panted, "Hurry, there is a pregnant woman inside that is about to give birth."

"What?"

The guard was shocked.

"Open the door quickly," Meng Yuran's mind was gone, her face turned pale, and she couldn't stand steadily.

"Lin Miao glared at him, "Go and drive."

"Oh, OK," he hurried back.

The guard came out with the key, Lin Miao waited for him to unlock the lock, and helped to pull the door.

Meng Yuran kicked the accelerator and headed straight to the school.

Lin Miao followed closely behind.

When she ran to the car, Meng Yuran had just put Qian Mengmeng in the car.

"Miaomiao," Qian Mengmeng was sweating in pain and reached out helplessly.

"I'm here," Lin Miao quickly got into the car and closed the door.

"Driving," she yelled.

Meng Yuran started the car in a hurry, holding the steering wheel with both hands trembling, but could not fall over.

"Hurry up," Qian Mengmeng cried in pain.

"I'm fast," Meng Yuran's palm was full of sweat, and his hand holding the steering wheel was slipping.

In front of the teaching building, Luo Yan frowned slightly.

Zhou Qingwan was picking her eyes, "Is this car showing off her skills?"

Luo Yan glanced at her and suddenly strode over.

"Oh," Zhou Qingwan wanted to stop him, but couldn't stop him, so she had to follow him.

"Get out of the car," Luo Yan opened the car door and said coldly.

"You," Meng Yuran's head has basically become a decoration, but when looking at strangers, at least he is still vigilant.

"Let him come," Lin Miao has seen his driving skills. It is hard to say, but at this time, he must be better than Meng Yuran.

Meng Yuran was still a little hesitant.

"I didn't hear it, let him come," Qian Mengmeng cried in pain, and grabbed the back of the chair with her fingers.

Meng Yuran hurried down.

Luo Yan took a long leg and fell over the front of the car neatly.

"Wait for me," Meng Yuran pushed Zhou Qingwan away, who was in the way, and rushed into the co-pilot.

The car was like an arrow from the string and shot out.

The only thing that left Zhou Qingwan was left was a piece of exhaust.

This is not the peak time, and the car is in good condition.

It stopped at the outpatient clinic shortly afterwards.

Lin Miao rushed out of the car and headed straight to the service desk.

Two nurses are sorting out registration forms.

"Quick, a pregnant woman is about to give birth."

Lin Miao said hurriedly.

“Where is it?”

The two nurses reacted very quickly, one followed Lin Miao to the door, and the other called to contact the doctor and the ambulance bed.

Within a minute, the doctor and nurse rescue beds were in place.

Several people followed him to the obstetrics department.

Qian Mengmeng sent it in for inspection.

Meng Yuran called her mother in a hurry.

Not long after, the nurse came out, "The family members don't have to be too nervous. The patient's cervix has not been opened yet. The family members can go in and spend a while."

"Then I'll go," Meng Yuran hurriedly went in.

Lin Miao nodded.

At this time, Meng Yuran had a ridge of hair, wrinkled coat, and there were traces of amniotic fluid left by Qian Mengmeng.

Think about the first time I met him, there was a little wrinkle-free suit, a suitable bow tie, a well-made shirt, and exquisite cuffs.

All show taste and details.

With such a sharp contrast, Lin Miao felt that he was much more handsome than that at this time.

She is really happy for Qian Mengmeng.

Luo Yan made a hand and stared at her legs.

A trace of blood was slowly dizzying there.

Obviously, that was not left by Qian Mengmeng.

Moisturize the skirt to the edge of the legs.

Lin Miao moved uncomfortable and felt a little thrilling.

She gently lifted the hem of her skirt and found a large area of ​​her knees.

Blood was emerging from the wound little by little.

She carefully pulled open the hem of her skirt so as to avoid touching the wound.

Luo Yan clenched his fingers slightly and turned around and left.

Hearing the footsteps, Lin Miao looked at it and quickly left the beginning.

Not long after, Luo Yan came back.

He came to Lin Miao, squatted down, and touched the edge of his skirt with his fingers.
To be continued...