As Song Qiong spoke, she kicked her legs on the ground.

He looked very angry.

Song Chan was so anxious that he turned around and around, "Qiong, get up first, the ground is cold..."

Song Minghui frowned and said in a deep voice, "Song Qiong, stop spitting blood! It was you who was riding the bicycle and was about to pounce on Yiyi!"

Cai Mengjun was also very angry, and her tone lacked her usual gentleness. "Our daughter is pregnant. If I let you bump into her today and something happens, how will you be held responsible?!"

Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun have a good reputation in the village.

Both of them are intellectuals and have always been kind to others.

In addition, Song Minghui became the village director.

The lives of the villagers are getting better and better.

Everyone still has great faith in him.

Someone immediately said, "Oh my god, riding a bicycle and hitting someone in the stomach, Song Qiong, you're a nurse, how could you do such a thing?!"

"I knew you had a bad temper, but I didn't expect you to be so vicious at such a young age!"

"Qiong, you don't think that Gu Chengze didn't marry you because of Yiyi, so you deliberately took revenge on her, right?"

"No, no matter what, Yiyi is still pregnant, why can't you let the child go?!"

The villagers talked about it all at once and soon saw through Song Qiong's dirty and shallow thoughts.

Song Qiong panicked and argued loudly: "I didn't do that! It's none of your business, shut up!"

"I just learned how to ride a bike and I'm not very good at it. I yelled! I told her to get out of the way!"

"Why didn't they help me? Instead, they pushed me into the ditch. Doesn't Song Yiyi have any responsibility at all for me falling like this?!"

At this time, Song Jiao came out.

She squatted down beside Song Qiong with the medicine box and patted her shoulder.