Chapter 490

Helan xiaoxinte wants to know why Ye Xiaodao developed this new drug at the beginning.

Why did he withdraw when the new drug was about to be successfully developed.

Is it because he already knows that No. 1 mixed with poisonous insects is the most terrible thing in the world, and he can't bear to develop it to harm the world?

If this is the case, then when he left, even if he didn't kill Cha Chai, he should destroy all the No. 1 technology that was already semi-finished.

But he just walked away, and let Helan Xiaoxin, who took over the dish, finally developed No.1.

Why did he do that?

What is the ultimate purpose of his doing so?

Conspiracy?

Or, like Helan Xiaoxin, he, for some reason, hated the world and deliberately cultivated this demon, but when he was about to succeed, he realized that he didn't destroy his outstanding products because he didn't want them destroyed?

He Lan Xiaoxin, who covers his face with both hands and weeps silently, slowly thinks of these problems.

She looked up.

Ye Xiaodao has already gone. In the ashtray on the table, there are still half of the cigarettes that haven't been smoked, curling with green smoke.

This is a special cigarette from Helan Xiaoxin.

At that time, ye Xiaodao also said that he would never smoke this kind of cigarette. Now why do he smoke it again?

Ha, is it because I saw Xinjie's pain with my own eyes and felt guilty in my heart, and wanted to absorb a demon to offset my own evil?

Your sister, you should finish smoking this cigarette.

Helan Xiaoxin silent smile, trembling right hand slowly raised, picked up the cigarette.

He took it in his mouth slowly and took a sip slowly.

Familiar, and have urgent comfort, immediately through the smoke, along her blood vessels, creeping her limbs, every cell, let her in the shortest time, quiet down.

Fan, the same Ye Xiaodao.

Fan, the same Li Nanfang.

Only two men with the same enigma can become friends of life and death. Only then can we see that when someone pursues his brother's fiancee, he goes crazy and smashes Feng Dashao's luxury car.

Finally, Helan Xiaoxin will pay the bill.

All this seems to have been arranged for a long time.

There is an invisible hand pushing the fate of these people in nothingness. No matter how they struggle, they can't get rid of the established fate.

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It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when Yue Zitong got home.

When people are in a bad mood, their luck will be worse.

In the past, it took Mr. Yue only 40 minutes to get home from the company. Today, it took him a full hour and a half to get home.

It's not a traffic jam. It's because she was in a bad mood. When she wanted to drive fast, she accidentally scratched a woman riding an electric car.

In the three words of black short and fat, there are two words of black and fat. The middle-aged woman with a very big figure shows President Yue what a real shrew is.

Mr. Yue is absolutely glib. In front of middle-aged women, he has no room to reply. He has to use his hands to stop him. It's like spitting from a storm.

Do you mean to blow me down and ruin my face just because I'm beautiful?

You look like a cultured person, but why is your heart so vicious?

Don't you feel guilty about destroying beautiful things?

Yue Zitong was confused by the middle-aged women's questions one after another.

But also understand a truth, Li scum's face, is by no means the thickest in Qingshan city.

When the woman said the first of the last three questions, President Yue offered a compensation price of 3000 yuan.

When general manager Yue was questioned by her for the second time, he changed three thousand into six thousand.

In the end, Yue Zitong took out a ten thousand dollar bill, and finally satisfied the woman's third question. In her sarcastic eyes, she got on the car in a gray way.

The angry general manager Yue decided to vent his anger on Li Nanfang.

If Li scum can come to the company and answer her phone, why should she rush home for his safety and accidentally scratch someone?

Li NanFang's Land Rover is still in the yard. It seems that he hasn't gone out yet.

"You're not really killing yourself, are you?"

Mr. Yue, who is full of resentment, doesn't mind whether he will become a widower any more. He bites his teeth tightly and scolds, opens the door and jumps out of the car.

She decided that no matter what Li Renzha did at home, even if he was happily washing her clothes, he should also let him know what his aunt was very angry, and the consequences were very serious.

No one in the living room, no one in the kitchen, no one in the bathroom.

Where did he die?

You're not up yet, are you?

It's half past one in the afternoon.

You're dead?

The angry aunt Yue kicked the door of the guest room open.

Bang! After the door hit the wall in the room, it bounced back quickly. It almost hit the forehead of general manager Yue who was just about to walk back. Fortunately, she reacted very quickly and held on.

On the bed of the room, there is a quilt. Under the quilt, there is a human figure curled up.

He's not up yet!

Yue Zitong can hear the sound of his teeth.

It's OK for you to sleep late at home. For the sake of your safety, my aunt racked her brains to find someone to do fake cases for you. As for being embarrassed by shrews, she was scolded as a sieve in front of the masses of melon eaters. Well, I can forgive you. After all, it wasn't you who drove the car at that time.

But when you sleep in, can you die by answering the phone?

And, and, and!

Quilt, why still move!

I'll go. You're still doing it!

Li Nanfang, do you want to be shameless? It's been a long time?

Yue Zitong, who was so angry that he couldn't carry on, jumped to the bed and grabbed the quilt. He suddenly turned to the ground in front of the window and said angrily, "Li Renzha, you've lost the face of seven million people in Qingshan."

"Roll up, roll up!"

Yue Zitong reaches out and grabs Li NanFang's ear. Just as he is about to turn around, his wrist suddenly trembles. It seems that he has been burned by a hot iron and suddenly retracts.

She really touched a piece of iron.

Of course, it's not the iron, but Li NanFang's ears.

A person's normal temperature is about thirty-six degrees eight. If it exceeds this temperature, he will have a fever. For children under three years old, it can sometimes reach more than forty degrees. But if adults want to try this temperature - well, who would like to be a fool, just burn one.

At 40 degrees, it's possible to turn an adult into a fool, but according to Yue Zitong's hand measurement, the temperature on Li NanFang's ears is definitely higher than that.

It turned out that he had a fever.

From this morning, no, maybe he had a high fever since last night, so his body was shaking.

Funny, in the morning, Yue Zitong and He Lan Xiaoxin thought he was hiding in the quilt——

"Yue Zitong, he's the head of NIMA!"

After putting his hand on Li NanFang's forehead and feeling the temperature hotter than his ears, Yue Zitong wanted to slap himself hard.

This morning, when she opened the door, she mistakenly thought that Li Nanfang could be angry when he was shameless. She rushed over and lifted his quilt like now. However, due to the presence of He Lan Xiaoxin, she did not do so. Instead, she gave a cold hum, slammed the door and left.

How long can adults persist after a high fever of more than 40 degrees?

Yue Zitong doesn't know.

She only knew that no one could hold on for too long when the fever was so severe.

Too long. How long?

Not counting last night, it has been seven hours since 6:30 in the morning.

What will a person with a high fever of more than 40 degrees look like after more than seven hours?

Yue Zitong now knows.

My nephew gave birth to it. It's almost seven or eight blocks away from cream. But it's just handsome.

The mouth is crooked, the saliva is flowing down the corner of the mouth, and the cheeks are like clouds burning with fire. The typical appearance of a paralyzed idiot is what an adult would look like when he has a high fever of more than 40 degrees for a long time.

"Li Nanfang, Li Nanfang, wake up, wake up!"

As if he had lost his soul, Yue Zitong cried in a panic. When he found Li Nanfang shivering, he hugged him tightly in his arms and screamed his name in his ear to wake him up quickly.

Li Nanfang may have heard her cry and opened his eyes.

Yue Zitong's body trembled again. He tried his best to stop the reason of fear. Like being washed to the collapse of the Levee by the flood, he suddenly lost his guard. His mouth opened and he could not even scream.

Weird, red.

It's like the devil's pupil.

This is what Yue Zitong saw after Li Nanfang opened his eyes.

Fortunately, Li NanFang's eyes only opened for a moment and then slowly closed.

"Li Nanfang, don't scare me, don't scare me."

Yue Zi Tong was stunned for at least half a minute before he woke up. He murmured and shook his body, but he didn't say to wake him up any more.

If she didn't say that, Li Nanfang didn't open his eyes. The frequency of his body shaking was more urgent.

The heat he exhaled seemed to roll the fine hairs on Yue Zitong's face.

She finally remembered something, put him down, turned and rushed out.

Out of too fast, the right shoulder heavily hit the doorframe, pain to her eyes black.

But now she can't take care of it any more. She stumbles to the other side of the closet, opens it, throws out all the unnecessary things like rabbits, and finally finds the alcohol.

Medical alcohol has obvious cooling effect.

After running back to the house, Yue Zitong reached out and pulled Li NanFang's black vest down, poured alcohol into his heart, and rubbed it with his vest again.

Maybe it's because alcohol has a cooling effect. Li Nanfang, who is in trouble, opens his mouth and coughs.

Poof - a mouthful of blood, like an arrow, sprayed on Yue Zitong's face.

"Li Nanfang!"

Yue Zitong was stunned for a moment again. He let out a scream with a cry. He threw away his things, grabbed him by the shoulder, carried them on his back, and rushed out like crazy.

When people have a high fever, they will lack water and talk nonsense, but how can they vomit blood?

Long lasting high fever, burned his viscera?

Yue Zitong did not know how she carried Li Nanfang to the car and how she brought him to the central hospital.

As if, in a second, she did these things.

It wasn't until President Lu personally directed the medical staff to push Li Nanfang into the emergency room that Yue Zitong collapsed. He squatted down along the wall and covered his face with his hands, only to find that he was already in tears.

There are people who pass by her with pity in their eyes when they look at her. The child must be her dead husband. Look, they are crying like this, and they have no shoes on.

Yue Zitong didn't notice what other people looked at her with. In fact, even if he did, he wouldn't care.

She just plucked her hair and wanted to tear herself up.

She hated herself so much that she didn't see why he was shaking in the morning.

Her fiance, Yue Zitong, no matter how mean and shameless, will not hide in the quilt after they open the door.