Chapter 2104

"What's the matter with you? Why are you arguing in this corridor?"

Zhang Manhua doesn't understand what Mao Nana did wrong. Qu Xiujie may have known some little secrets about Mao Nana and had to ask her to leave.

"Sister Manhua, I don't want to live in a small building. Just now I was talking to uncle. Uncle asked me to stay. I was arguing with him. That's why you see this."

Mao Nana's voice was low and sounded as if she had been greatly wronged.

"Did you say Qu Xiujie asked you to go?"

After listening, Zhang Manhua automatically understood all Mao Nana's words.

Qu Xiujie stood aside. He had heard Mao Nana's words and looked at Mao Nana's eyes more and more fiercely, but his heart sank when he heard Zhang Manhua's words.

What are you missing? How can there be such a great tacit understanding between two women.

"Xiujie, what exactly do you want to do? Nana lives well in the small building. Why are you rushing to let Nana go?"

Zhang Manhua opened his eyes and looked at Qu Xiujie very seriously, with a trace of anger that hates iron and steel.

"Elder sister, didn't you hear clearly just now? It's not that I want to drive her away. It's that she wants to go. How can I be blamed? How can I drive her away when I'm such a good person?"

Qu Xiujie's eyes dodged, and the clearer he looked in Zhang Manhua's eyes.

"You think I don't know what you think. Nana has worked very hard and lives well in our small building. Won't your conscience hurt if you drive her away like this? If she meets something outside and no one comes forward to solve it for her, what should Nana do? What should you do?"

Zhang Manhua's voice became louder. The patients, doctors and nurses who were walking in the corridor looked at this side one after another, but they were scared by the barbaric smell of Qu Xiujie and hurried back.

"Forget it, I won't tell you. If you want Nana to go, you have to ask Ge Ge to see if Ge Ge wants to. Ge Ge bought this small building, and I don't have the right to let anyone in this small building go out."

Zhang Manhua glanced at Qu Xiujie, turned around and pushed Mao Nana's wheelchair into the stairs.

The stairs remained on the seventeenth floor for several minutes.

The more anxious time is, the more angry Zhang Manhua looks at Qu Xiujie.

"What's the situation with this elevator? Why hasn't it come up yet?"

Zhang Manhua muttered and thought that Qu Xiujie's attitude towards Mao Nana was really impressive. He thought that Qin Qitong and Bi Zheng entrusted Zhang Manhua to investigate at the wedding site. Up to now, he hasn't had a chance to go.

All these troubles have been thought over, but the elevator hasn't come up yet.

"Is this elevator broken? Why hasn't it come up yet?"

Zhang Manhua said to himself again.

"Maybe there's a robbery on the 17th floor."

Qu Xiujie snorted and looked at the back of Mao Nana's head. His heart ached. Whether Mao Nana was the spy sent by that person or not, he hoped he could protect this woman and her pure kindness.

"Xiujie, don't talk nonsense. This hospital is owned by Ziming's Ji company. How can there be any robbery? If it does happen, Ziming won't be able to..."

"Ding Dong."

When the elevator door opened, the body of a woman without two arms was lying quietly in the elevator. Her face had been stopped by blood. The scene was particularly terrible.

"Ah!"

The people standing at the door of the elevator screamed one after another and fled quickly. Only a few little nurses who had softened their legs trembled. They didn't think about where they were going to escape or whether they were going to lose their lives here today.

"Madam!"

Charlie housekeeper was quick eyed and quick at hand. The moment he saw the elevator door open, Charlie housekeeper quickly pulled Zhang Manhua behind him, and one hand tightly protected Zhang Manhua's eyes. He was too familiar with the smell of blood. The source of all this was quietly staged in this terrible elevator.

"Madam, don't move."

Zhang Manhua tried to take away Charlie's hand, but at the moment he heard the screams of the people around him, he gave up. He just pressed the two handlebars on Mao Nana's wheelchair tightly, and his quiet appearance made Mao Nana tremble around him.

Although Mao Nana didn't shout, she was very frightened. The sweat on her forehead flowed down. Her face was as pale as a piece of white paper. The whole person was weak and weak. She just looked at everything in front of her, and her stomach had begun to surge in.

After a while, Mao Nana was black in front of her eyes and fell into a wheelchair.

"Sister, this way!"

Qu Xiujie held Mao Nana's falling head in one hand and Zhang Manhua in the other.

An earth shaking murder occurred in Ji's Hospital, which shocked all the networks, newspapers and all the headlines.

A family of five in the small building is having a quiet and happy afternoon, but all the beauty is broken by a strange telephone.

Ji Ziming's mobile phone is on the table in the dining room. As soon as he explained to three Mengbao the historical origin and ingredients of cooking fragrant tea and seafood noodles for Peige today, he heard the ring of his mobile phone ringing on the other side of the table.

Xiao Jichi took his mobile phone and put it in front of Ji Ziming. His voice was childlike and gentle, "Daddy, your phone rang."

"OK."

Ji Ziming's lips are hooked up, and his gentle action takes the phone from Ji Chi's hand.

The phone number seemed familiar, but Ji Ziming couldn't remember where he had seen it.

When the phone was connected, an old voice rang.

"President Ji, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm fine."

Ji Ziming's suspicious eyes became more and more deep. After looking at Peige and the three cute treasures who were discussing the delicacy of fragrant tea and seafood noodles at the table, Ji Ziming went aside and continued.

"What's up?"

Ji Ziming's voice was cold, as if it had come from a high mountain. The current passed, and it became colder and colder, as if he had climbed out of hell.

"Oh, now president Ji doesn't care who I am. It's really annoying."

The old voice sounds quite meaningful, but Ji Ziming's ears unexpectedly remind him that he has heard the same lines somewhere.

"Who are you?"

Ji Ziming's voice was cold, and there was a sense of irrepressible dignity.

"Yo? President Ji is losing his temper now. I'm so worried."