Lu Wanxin stood in the room, walking back and forth with a gloomy face.

She personally diagnosed and treated the dead people. How could they survive? Who saved he Zihan?

It was learned from the news brought back by Lu ran that he Zihan seemed to enter the hospital the next day. At that time, he still had no consciousness. Later, he Zihan slowly recovered until now.

How can a person who has been sentenced to brain death and is also judged to be dead by her live? Is it because God sees her pitiful and doesn't want to accept her?

"This matter must not be known to others, absolutely not."

Lu Wanxin was terrified that others would know that she had treated he Zihan.

At present, only she, Fang Yao and he family know that Fang Yao is easy to deal with. If they dare to divulge, she will never let them go.

A few days later, Fang Yao was sentenced for intentional homicide, and Fang Yao's parents were hospitalized because of the blow. The Fang family couldn't stand up, and he Zihan was slowly recovering. The he family didn't seem to disclose that he Zihan had been judged dead by Lu Wanxin. Finally, Lu Wanxin was relieved and didn't want to target him any more.

The night deepened. After Lu wanchu came home from the he family banquet, he changed into a light sportswear and went out again in the dark.

Recently, there is a delicious snack bar outside Beilin villa. Lu wanchu didn't eat anything at he's party today, which leads to empty city planning.

Stepping on the night, Lu wanchu went out of his house and came to a snack bar outside Beilin villa area.

The snack bar is not big, about more than ten square meters. The boss set up a small stall at the door of the shop to sell stewed and string. The business is good.

"Miss Lu, you're here."

The boss is a middle-aged woman. She looks kind. Lu wanchu often takes care of her recently. Because of her beautiful appearance and gentle personality, she is remembered by the boss's wife and always warmly greets her.

"Yes."

Lu wanchu sat in front of the stall, ordered a stew, and ordered more than a dozen strings. The landlady also personally gave Lu wanchu a clear porridge.

Lu wanchu sat quietly on the stall, slowly and gracefully, using the porridge in front of her. Her temperament is incompatible with the small stall. Many people will pay more attention to her. It is also because Lu wanchu takes care of the business of the stall landlady.

Lu wanchu didn't care about all this. He was in a good mood and used food.

The night breeze was blowing, with a smell of earth.

The landlady looked up and frowned slightly, "it seems to rain."

The guests will leave as soon as it rains. It seems that tonight's business can't be done.

Lu wanchu looked back at the night sky and nodded to speed up his meal.

A black Rolls Royce quietly stopped at the intersection. The rear window was lowered. A beautiful face appeared in the car. The Phoenix eyes behind the gold frame glasses had been on Lu wanchu in front of the booth.

He never knew that she would eat at the roadside stall. It seemed that she was in a good mood. She chatted happily with the busy landlady at the stall from time to time. Her exquisite side face was shining white under the light, which made people look at it.

"Mr. Fu, it's raining."

Sitting in the co pilot's seat, Mo Qing took a look at the sky outside. The dark night sky didn't know when it began to rain, and there was a faint trend of falling.

Fu Yifeng's eyes were exposed on the drizzle outside the window. He said in a deep voice, "go back first."

"... yes!"

Mo Qing took out an umbrella and handed it to Fu Yi. Fu Yi's slender fingers took it, opened the door and went down. Xin Chang's figure slowly approached Lu wanchu, with a indifferent and noble posture.