Chapter 220

It was not a peaceful night in G City, but it was strangely quiet. There was something strange in the quiet.

This static spread to the hospital, even the original I more hospital, now in addition to the nurses on duty in front of the nurses, not even a person in the aisle.

Every room is out of light, relying on the corridor weak light, can barely identify the general situation of the room.

Liao Zhenbo knew that the patient needed a good rest, especially for Fu Xiaoqian, who had just miscarried and lost too much blood. After talking to Fu Xiaoqian for a while, he began to coax Fu Xiaoqian to go to bed.

Fu Xiaoqian, however, can only comply with his intention, light convergence eyes, pretending to fall into deep sleep.

At the moment the ward is particularly quiet, quiet only each other's breathing.

Ho ~ ~ ~

Liao Zhenbo's mobile phone rings again. He reaches for his mobile phone and presses the answer button to check whether Fu Xiaoqian has been awakened.

Fortunately, Fu Xiaoqian seemed to be sleeping soundly without moving her head or even wrinkling.

Liao Zhenbo glanced at the point to show that he was relieved to put his mobile phone close to his ear without making a sound. The tacit understanding formed between his brothers over the past 30 years, when the other party knew he was listening, he said to himself, "we have found the main reason for the miscarriage of my sister-in-law. It's a kind of fragrance, and the ingredients are very complex. We have sent it out for inspection, and we may not know the answer until tomorrow at the earliest "The case."

I don't know if Liao Zhenbo has heard it clearly. All he hears is a dull sound, and his mobile phone hits the pillow.

In the dark, the arm under Fu Xiaoqian's head is shrinking a little bit. With the change of his consciousness, the muscles on the arm are lifted up one by one and gradually protruded. Fu Xiaoqian still kept the action just now, but the blood on her body seemed to reverse the current in an instant. Her hands and feet began to become cold, and the cold seemed to freeze the bone marrow in an instant.

Xiang, she clearly heard such a word coming from the microphone.

Fu Xiaoqian is not a fool. She knows what it is, but she doesn't know why Ye Shuzhen wants to do it and what good it is for her. It turns out that her few contacts are just a disguise for her inner real world.

Her head was gently raised by one hand, and then placed on the pillow very gently. The bed on her side suddenly lost its gravity, and the soft mattress slowly rebounded back.

The door was swung open and closed again.

She knew that Liao Zhenbo went out of the room.

Tears like a good pinch of time point in general, fell from the corner of her eyes, falling to the hair, submerged in the hair. Today's night is so dark that people feel suffocated. Fu Xiaoqian finds it difficult to breathe. She reaches out her hand and presses it to her chest, where it is contracting tightly. The speed is so fast that it seems that she will jump out of her throat in the next second.

It's terrible. How can it make her afraid of the dark side of human nature.

Liao Zhenbo walked out of the room and stood in the corridor at the door of the room. The light was very dim. It was transmitted to him, but it could pull his shadow very long. In this dark corridor, it gives people a sense of secluded horror. At the moment, everyone is sleeping, so that he can show his true face without fear.

He didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked, but when he looked down, he saw that the cigarette ends on the ground had surrounded him. When he reached out to smoke in the cigarette box again, what his fingers touched was just empty. He mechanically lifted the cigarette box up and put it in front of his eyes. He took a wooden look. He was still lying peacefully in the most corner of the cigarette box The last cigarette.

He took it out and put it in his mouth. He pointed the burning cigarette end between his fingers at the new cigarette and took a few mouthfuls. The new cigarette began to be ignited. Maybe he was smoking too much. The smoke he inhaled was like an invisible hand, holding his throat tightly. The tingling of his throat naturally caused him to cough. But he didn't dare to cough up, for fear of waking Fu Xiaoqian. So he covered his mouth hard and forbeared until he turned into the stairwell. Then he dared to open his mouth and let himself cough gently.

But the cough seemed to be against him. As soon as he let it go, he began to cough endlessly. But his whole face turned red, and he wanted to cover it again. Suddenly, his hands felt sticky.

He looked down, the bright red color from the dim light, printed into his eyes, instantly spread all over his eyes.

I can't figure it out. Even if he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out why his mother wanted him to have a baby with Fu Xiaoqian early and give her family happiness, but on the other hand she wanted to persecute his child secretly. What's more, she is hiding something from herself and why she has to cheat and hide herself again and again.

The palm of his hand holding the cigarette was red and full of strange light. He slowly closed it, and the cigarette was also held in his palm. It was slowly crushed to pieces, and the flowing tobacco added a bit of hostility to his whole body.

With ice like dross from his deep eyes was a little bit to burst out.At the moment, he was like Satan coming out of hell, with a kind of frightening Yin Qi all over his body.

It seems that some things are really his negligence.

He takes out his cell phone again and dials a number to Gao Haoyan. There is time difference between China and there. It's noon. Gao Haoyan is very responsible for his work. He just got a message and is going to confirm it in person.

While driving, he glances down at the suddenly lit mobile phone screen and the number, which turns out to be Liao Zhenbo.

He parked his car on the side of the road and stuck his mobile phone to his face. His speech was always simple, and he only said "boss" in a low voice There is no following, waiting for Liao Zhenbo's instruction.

"Do you have any news over there?" it may be that he coughed up blood just now, or that he smoked too much. Liao Zhenbo's voice even scared him. It's like the Gobi eroded by a hundred years of wind and frost, which is full of the vicissitudes of time.

Gao Haoyan only opened his eyes for a moment, and then reported the latest news to Liao Zhenbo. "I visited many old neighbors here, and many of them refused to disclose the news. Later, I found out that there was a family that had emigrated, and I got a message from that family that when Mr. Liao was in France, he seemed to have two children, but I don't know why he was the first one A few days later, the child disappeared. The hostess cried to death, saying that she was going to call the police. I don't know why she was suppressed. The next year, the hostess was pregnant again, and the incident was settled down. "

When Gao Haoyan mentioned Liao Guodong's wife in France, he hesitated for a long time. He didn't know what to call her. Finally, he learned from the neighbor and used the title of hostess.

But at this time, Liao Zhenbo's mind is not on this. Instead, he is attracted by the two children. The keen sense of smell cultivated in the market for so many years made him realize that there must be some secrets hidden in it.

His hoarse voice sounded again, "your ability is just like this"

his voice is not slow, but it is enough to disturb people's heart. Even though it is only through the electromagnetic wave, thousands of miles apart, Gao Haoyan is tightly tied up like a vine. He suddenly clenches his mobile phone, which is too slippery. He changed his grip and found that the palms of his hands were already covered with sweat.

Gao Haoyan swallowed saliva and continued, "no, it's not. I'm going to the hospital to check the production record of the hostess and confirm whether the information is true. "

"OK, let me know as soon as you find out."

Gao Haoyan has no time to promise, the phone has beep to the bed of the blind sound, it seems that Liao Zhenbo on this matter patience is a little bit lost. Gao Haoyan did not dare to delay any more. He put down the handbrake again, changed gears, and drove to the hospital like an arrow.

It turns out that one thing can really crush a person sometimes. Liao Zhenbo, who used to attach great importance to his appearance, now his shirt is full of wrinkles, as if every texture is leaking decadence. The sharp hair that had been combed before, now drooped disorderly and covered the chill in his eyes. Only the bright red on the corner of his mouth added a trace of bloodthirsty strangeness to his pale and thin face. Looking from a distance, there was a kind of blood sucking zombie look.

He covered his stomach, leaned against the wall and slid down inch by inch. His cold eyebrows were tightly locked together, forming a deep Sichuan character, which seemed to be able to hold a pen. With blood teeth forced to bite the lower lip, the cheek, I do not know what flashing light, a row and past, dilute the corner of the mouth blood. Oh, it turned out to be sweat. Sweat gradually increased and gathered together. The rain was like peas. One by one, it fell to the ground and disappeared into the clothes.

The pain brought by the stomach beat a tough man like a God.

Of course, Fu Xiaoqian can't know such a thing. Knowing it will only increase her worry, and there is no other benefit.

Liao Zhenbo is well aware of the truth. Naturally, he won't disturb Fu Xiaoqian. He just covers his stomach and slightly bends his body, but it's surprisingly light when he comes. It's only when he stands in front of the nurses' desk that those nurses seem to be frightened. They are all excited and busy covering their mouths to prevent their screams from disturbing these patients.

Liao Zhenbo seems to be very satisfied with her reaction, her voice is much lighter, with a bit sick, "find a doctor to come over, say I have a relapse of stomach disease."

Stomach disease can be light or heavy, light it is only occasionally dull pain, pain, take medicine is nothing.