V2.Chapter 806

Song Zhuang's face was distorted in the corpse bag, and the towel in his mouth was too deep, which made his breath half closed all the time. Some of his face had turned purple due to lack of oxygen.

"Qian Xue, is this the towel you stuffed! Look at the Director Song! If it's suffocated, you can check it back. " Wang Fan reached out and pulled out a section of the towel from Songzhuang's mouth.

Finally, Song Zhuang's face gradually eased up, which made Wang Fan who squatted in front of his head feel relieved.

"When I was at school, the teacher said that people who are burned alive and burned after death can be found through autopsy, so! Director Song, who helped us, is going to be aggrieved! " Patting Songzhuang's face with his hand, Wang Fan said to him with a smile.

Sun Hesheng on the bed also knows Wang Fan's identity at this time. He also sees Songzhuang on the ground. He knows that Wang Fan bound Songzhuang here in order to exchange Songzhuang for himself.

Although he did not know why Wang Fan wanted to kill Songzhuang to deal with CAI Ji, sun Hesheng, a veteran politician, did not ask at this time.

Moreover, in sun Hesheng's view, it is a gratifying thing for him that Songzhuang can die for himself.

Qian Xue, who had been told by Wang Fan, said with a gloomy face: "Wang Fan, will you turn around and bite me if you promise to marry shangguanjing to you? You have no conscience

"Qian Xue, how can you say that? We and Xiao Jing are a family. Naturally, Mr. Sun is also our family. You are also my family. Do we need to say anything else? I'm just worried. " Wang Fan says a word, already pulled the Song Zhuang on the ground.

Song Zhuang, who was bound by all kinds of things, looked at the eyes of these people in the room with a look of horror. His legs softened and he tried to collapse to the ground.

"Director Song, what are you doing! Open your eyes, yes. Open your eyes and see who this is? " Wang Fan holds the soft Songzhuang in his right hand and opens his eyelids in his left hand.

Seeing Wang Fan teasing Songzhuang in this way, sun Hesheng could not help feeling sorry. He said awkwardly, "Wang Fan, Songzhuang is also my subordinate. He is willing to help me through the difficulties, so I feel very sorry. Is it inappropriate for you to deal with him like this?"

"What? Not appropriate? " Looking at the merciful sun Hesheng, Wang Fan continued: "if I hadn't worried about Xiaojing's safety, I would have destroyed Xiaojing's innocence if I had run to her residence at night."

"What? What did you say? " Sun Hesheng, who was embarrassed, immediately widened his eyes when he heard what Wang Fan said and asked in disbelief.

Miao Qing laughed and said, "granddad sun, if you think you can bear this, we can also change a ghost for death!"

"No, I think he is the most suitable. Damn, you dare to betray me and hurt Xiaojing. Songzhuang, you deserve your death! You should be cut to pieces Sun Hesheng, who was embarrassed just now, roared at Songzhuang, who was held in his arms by Wang Fan.

This speed of face changing made Wang Fan feel a sigh in his heart. He had a further understanding of sun Hesheng's attitude of maintaining Shangguan's tranquility.

"Don't be idle, you two. Hurry to put Mr. Sun into the corpse bag. I'm waiting to start work here." Wang Fan said to Miao Qing and Qian Xue standing by.

Knowing that Wang Fan wanted to help himself, sun Hesheng also tried to cooperate, but he didn't reflect other parts of his body except his head.

Miao Qing and Qian Xue, who are standing beside the hospital bed, look at Sun Hesheng's red face and hard work. They all smile and shake their heads. One of them looks up and the other raises his feet and lifts sun Hesheng down from the hospital bed.

Generally speaking, people like Miao Qing and Qian Xue have practiced Kung Fu, but their strength is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Even so, when they lift up sun Hesheng, they are also very hard.

In fact, it's not that they are unwilling to contribute. It's really because sun Hesheng's current situation is rather special.

Sun Hesheng, who is weak in limbs, can not use any strength, which makes it more difficult for others to move him, and in order not to hurt him, Miao Qing and Qian Xue are more careful.

When sun Hesheng was carried to the corpse bag, there was a layer of sweat on their heads.

Wang Fan, who is more powerful, has put Songzhuang on the hospital bed. While he unties the rope on Songzhuang, he says to Miao Qing: "sister Qing, you and Qianxue go down first. The two people in the corridor, you check again, don't let them see you."

"Don't worry. When I came up just now, I knocked them out. They will only remember you!" Miao Qing returned.

"Well, after you take Master Sun, you can leave directly. I'll take care of things here!" At this time, Wang Fan has untied the rope on Songzhuang, and without waiting for Songzhuang to struggle, he is knocked unconscious.

After pulling out the towel in Songzhuang's mouth, Wang Fan turned around and walked to the corpse bag. He said to sun Hesheng, who was lying in the bag, "don't forget what you said, Master Sun. I'm serious."

"Sure, sure!" Sun Hesheng, with a strong desire for survival, nodded his head and said.

As soon as Miao Qing and Qian Xue go out of the room, Wang Fan holds sun Hesheng's corpse bag to the windowsill. He uses the ropes on both sides of the flying tiger's claws to fix the two ends of the bag. Then he pulls the rope to trap sun Hesheng from the middle.

After waiting for everything to be done, Miao Qing and Qian Xue have also come downstairs. They wave to Wang Fan, then pull up the rope on the ground and wait for Wang Fan to put down the body bag.

Carefully put sun Hesheng downstairs, Wang Fanchong Qianxue and Miao Qing waved, watching them carry sun Hesheng onto the roadside car, it was a relief.

Turning around and looking at Songzhuang on the hospital bed, Wang Fan wiped the sweat on his head and walked to the hospital bed in no hurry.

"Director Song, you have not been spared the favor of sun Hesheng in your life. Today's affair can also be regarded as your return to him. If you have any discomfort in your heart, you can talk to him later in your life!"

With these words of consolation, Wang Fan has retreated to the door of the ward.

He took a box of matches out of his pocket, lit them and threw them on the floor of the ward.

The gasoline spilled on the ground by Wang Fan was ignited by a burning match, which soon made the whole ward red.

Lying on the hospital bed, Songzhuang is still calm, like a girl sacrificing to the devil.