Chapter 885

The clock pointed to 4 a.m., but the lights in the emergency room were still on.

Ming Yu sat in a chair, didn't speak, and waited quietly.

Xie Dingyuan glanced at him thoughtfully, but soon returned to Jiang Fuyue.

She put her head on his shoulder, face down, closed her eyes, and no one could see her expression at the moment.

At this time, there was a messy sound of footsteps at the end of the corridor.

"Where's my son? Where's my son?!"

When Jiang Fuyue heard the sound, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Fu Shujun, 68, dressed in a long gray blue velvet cheongsam and a coat, walked quickly accompanied by two bodyguards and a lawyer.

If it weren't for a few strands of long hair, the sound of footsteps showed a bit of panic, and the voice was trembling. Looking at her dress, I thought she was going to a party.

"Where is Mingshen? Where is my son!"

The nurse on duty next door opened the door and said, "be quiet! No noise in the hospital. Don't affect other patients!"

Then he slammed the door.

When you get here, you have to shut up whether you are a rich family or a peddler!

Fu Shujun's face was ugly. Suddenly, her eyes fell on Mingyu sitting aside.

Lou Mingyue's fiance?!

She suddenly had a very bad feeling in her heart. This feeling had never happened in more than 20 years after Lou Mingyue's death, but it suddenly appeared at the moment.

"Mingyu -" she walked over, "Why are you here? What happened to Mingshen? What did you do to him?!"

Ming Yu didn't speak.

Fu Shujun even wanted to reach out and push him. Mingyu raised her eyes coldly: "maybe you should ask what he did in those years."

When

Fu Shujun frowned, "what do you mean?"

"Do you need me to be more clear? Twenty three years ago, the bright moon..."

"That's enough!" Fu Shujun interrupted abruptly, and a panic flashed across her eyes.

Ming Yu sneered.

Although he doesn't know the details, if Lou Mingshen is really innocent, he won't come to this step today.

How many of them are the old woman's handwriting?

Fu Shujun carefully stops talking. She's afraid to annoy Ming Yu. She really says something else.

But just now she asked the bodyguards and lawyers to find the relevant responsible persons and contact the police. As a result, these people seemed to have been dealt with in advance and could not start at all.

Therefore, Fu Shujun is confused now. She doesn't know what happened. She only knows that her son is injured in first aid and his life is in danger.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on Xie Dingyuan and Jiang Fuyue sitting on the other side of the bench.

"My son's injury has something to do with the you?" she came forward, condescending and asked coldly.

Jiang Fuyue didn't turn her head. Obviously, she didn't want to see the old woman at all.

Xie Dingyuan seemed to see her disgust and patted her on the back with some soothing meaning.

"You're asking, why don't you answer?"

Xie Dingyuan raised his eyes coldly and said only one word: "roll -"

Fu Shujun almost fainted: "you! You!"

Just then, the lights in the emergency room went out, and Lou Mingshen lay on the hospital bed, removing the instrument and pushing the pipe out of it.

There was blood on the sheets. He had serious abrasions on his face, neck and shoulders. After cleaning, he exposed a bright red layer of meat.

"Let the family give way. The patient needs to be transferred to ICU immediately!"

Fu Shujun hurriedly gave way and looked at her sleepy son on the hospital bed. Tears covered her wrinkled old face.

"Mingshen... Mingshen... What's the matter with you? Wake up and have a look at mom!"

Unfortunately, the people in the hospital bed are ignorant, their eyes are closed, and have no response to external stimuli.

Soon, the hospital bed was pushed away and the doctor stayed.

"How's my son, doctor? Is his life in danger? When will he wake up?"

"Six rib fractures, three of which were dislocated and almost stabbed into the lung. Fortunately, they were sent in time. At present, they have been out of danger. If there are no subsequent infections or other complications, their lives will be saved."

"But his injury is too serious. He must stay in bed and rest. It won't be better for a year and a half. Your family has to take more trouble."

……

Liu louming successfully transferred to ICU at 6 a.m.

Jiang Fuyue stood outside, across the glass wall, staring at the people surrounded by instruments and pipes on the hospital bed.

How dare he?!

to expiate sin? Or a threat?

But before he fell, he didn't even say a word for forgiveness.

What's the picture?

What a fool!

Doesn't he know that if he is as cold as her, he won't forgive him even if he jumps down and dies?

He's gambling!

This is such an asshole.

"... let's go." Jiang Fuyue turned around and took Xie Dingyuan's hand.

"OK."

He asked nothing and took her away.

"Stop -" Fu Chujun angrily walks towards them, raises her hand, and is ready to slap Jiang Fuyue in the face.

Before Jiang Fuyue dodged and fought back, Xie Dingyuan clasped his hand in the air and made a secret effort in the palm of his hand.

"Ah -" Fu Shujun cried out in pain, "what are you doing

Xie Dingyuan: "I want to ask you what you want to do?"

"This woman hurt my son. What's none of your business if I teach her?"

Fu Shujun knows that Xie Dingyuan, the successor of the Xie family, is the president of historical biology.

She doesn't mind giving her some thin noodles if she puts it in the ordinary time, but now she is full of anxiety and has no place to vent. Only by grasping the woman and slapping her in the face can she get rid of her hatred.

Xie Dingyuan put one hand around Jiang Fuyue's waist, hugged him tightly and raised his eyes coldly: "she is my woman. What do you say is none of my business?"

"... your woman?!" Fu Shujun was slightly surprised and began to look at Jiang Fuyue.

Looks good, nose is nose, mouth is mouth... But when she looked at those cold peach eyes, she was suddenly stunned.

An invisible panic gripped her throat. Fu silk Jun's breathing was stagnant and her hands and feet were stiff.

In a trance, she seemed to see another person through these eyes.

That... Makes her sleep and eat uneasy. As long as she thinks of it, she will be scared of people in cold sweat!

No... impossible!

Lou Mingyue is dead! Buried in the soil, the bones have long rotted to slag.

She told herself again and again, but the fear lingered.

"You... Who are you? Mingshen... Why did you get hurt?!"

Jiang Fuyue revived herself and looked at Fu Shujun for the first time.

The woman is old, with white temples and wrinkles.

Once those cunning and ambitious eyes also became turbid, dim and covered with green clouds.

Her slim figure is now shriveled and bent. Although she is wearing a cheongsam, she is just looking for elegance.

At that time, Lou Mingxin dared to do it and even used Lou Mingshen. If she alone had no such courage.

So who's behind her back?

Jiang Fuyue's cold eyes fell on Fu silk Jun's face, and the answer was ready to come out.

"What are you looking at?!" Fu Shujun breathed and dodged, subconsciously refusing to look at her.

Jiang Fuyue: "look at the murderer."

"What, what?" the woman was shocked and was furious. If it weren't for Xie Dingyuan, she might jump up and beat Jiang Fuyue: "do you know what you're talking about? I, I can sue you for slander! Send you to jail!"

Jiang Fuyue sarcastically scratched her lips. "Go and Sue," she said close, hoarse, word by word, "don't think that after more than 20 years, no one knows what you've done..."

Fu Shujun's face changed greatly. "You, you -" who is it?!

Unfortunately, except for a few words "you", she trembled and couldn't even say a complete sentence.

Jiang Fuyue took Xie Dingyuan in her arm, crossed her and left.

Out of the hospital, it was daybreak.

Jiang Fuyue sat in Xie Dingyuan's car and leaned back. There was a kind of fatigue in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

The next second, the man's coat covered her.

"I called the old man and said, don't hurry back. The apartment is close. Go and have a rest first. If you're sleepy, squint in the car."

He arranged everything and was considerate in all aspects.

Jiang Fuyue smiled at him, "OK."

Xie Dingyuan drove back to the apartment.

By the time she arrived, Jiang Fuyue had fallen asleep.

"Yueyue..."

"Huh?" she didn't sleep too well and woke up with a gentle cry.

"Good, go up and have a rest."

When they returned to their apartment, Jiang Fuyue took a bath, put on Xie Dingyuan's T-shirt and fell asleep.

The man drew the curtains for her, turned off the lights, then opened the quilt, lay in himself, hugged her and gradually fell asleep.

Jiang Fuyue didn't know how long she slept. When she woke up, her head didn't hurt and her fatigue was gone.

The window was dark and the night was dark.

She nestled in Xie Dingyuan's arms like a big stove.

I couldn't help rubbing.

"Wake up?"