Chapter 89

Outside the hospital.

Chen Meijuan is holding a stewed hen in her hand.

Zhu Bingfu walked with her side by side.

"Juan, is your plan really all right?"

"At this time, you don't have to ask this question. I've paid the doctor for the operation the day after tomorrow to ensure that he won't have an operating table in the future. As long as he dies, Hongtu group will be yours, and there will be no more obstacles between us."

"After all, he's my brother. If I really want to kill him, I always feel very sad."

"Don't you feel bad about listening to him all day now? As long as you have him, you will never get out of his aura. "

Chen Meijuan gently pushed him.

"Don't worry, there are always risks in the operation. He died on the operating table and no one would suspect us."

"I see."

Zhu Bingfu took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, and the ferocity in his eyes revealed completely.

"That's right. If you want to get what you want, you must sacrifice something. It's better to sacrifice your own future than him. You are the one I want to be with."

"Bitch, I'll kill you at night."

Zhu Bingfu's eyes were full and he put his hand on her buttocks.

"We'll talk about that in the evening. Don't be seen in the street."

Chen Meijuan wriggled her hips to show him to let go.

Two people each positive shape, returns to the hospital together.

……

Chen Meijuan and Zhu Bingfu push out the ward and are surprised to see that Wu Hao and Xiao you are still there.

"Why don't you go yet?" Zhu Bingfu stares at Wu Hao in a bad tone.

"I asked them to stay here and chat with me."

Zhu Bingjun said with a smile: "these two young people are very thoughtful. I want to talk to them again. Bingfu, it seems that you haven't had lunch yet? Let's go to lunch first. "

"Brother, please call me."

Zhu Bingfu takes a look at Chen Meijuan. Seeing that she nods slightly, he leaves the ward.

There are four people left in the ward.

Wu Hao signals Xiaoyou with his eyes to tell him about Chen Meijuan's life span.

"28 years, 119 days, 2 hours, 15 minutes left."

Xiao you's voice rang out in Wu Hao's head.

Nodding, he went to the hospital bed and said something in Zhu Bingjun's ear.

"What are you talking about?"

Chen Meijuan gently smiles and opens the stewed chicken she bought. The fragrance immediately spreads in the ward.

"No matter how well you chat, you should pay attention to your health now. I bought you a stewed hen. Eat it while it's hot."

"Don't worry, Meijuan. I have something I want you to fill in for me."

Zhu Bingjun patted her hand, took out the contract Wu Hao gave him from the head of the bed and put it in front of her.

"What is this?"

Chen Meijuan took it and looked at it for two seconds, but she didn't understand what it was.

"What's this? I'll tell you later, fill in your name, account number, selling time 28 years, 119 days, 2 hours, transaction price 1, and sign your name in the lower right corner."

"You have to tell me what this is before I fill it in?"

Chen Meijuan couldn't laugh or cry, with a trace of vigilant light in her eyes.

"You can't trust me after we've been married for so long? Since you want to know, I'll let you know a little bit first. After filling in, you will receive a surprise. As for what the surprise is, you'll know after filling in. "

Zhu Bingjun held her hand and his smile was full of love.

Chen Meijuan relaxed her vigilance when she saw him like this. Anyway, the old man will die the day after tomorrow. He can do whatever he wants these two days.

"Well, well, you can fill in whatever you say."

With a gentle smile, Chen Meijuan took a pen and filled it in one by one according to what Zhu Bingjun said. She signed her name in the lower right corner and handed the contract to Zhu Bingjun.

"Are you satisfied? I want to see what kind of surprise you want to give me

"Don't worry, you'll know in a moment."

Zhu Bingjun smiles and gives Wu Hao the contract.

Wu Hao looked at the couple in a daze, and a chill rushed from the sole of his feet to the sky.

The play is absolutely creepy.

"Wu Hao?"

Zhu Bingjun touched Wu Hao lightly, indicating that he could take the next step.

Wu Hao takes the contract and looks for his final answer.

Zhu Bingjun nodded.

Wu Hao takes a breath, looks at Chen Meijuan sympathetically, and signs his name on the contract.

Chen Meijuan immediately received a remittance message.

She picked up her mobile phone and saw that she received 14.88828 million yuan. She was surprised for two seconds, and the expression on her face immediately turned into a surprise.

"Husband, is this the surprise you gave me? I'm so moved that you want to surprise me when you're all like this. "

Chen Meijuan pours on the hospital bed, with a look of moving.

Zhu Bingjun did not speak and touched her head gently.

"Husband, are you hungry? I'll buy you some stewed chicken. Eat it now. Don't be hungry. "

Chen Meijuan is a little excited at the moment.

"I'll try one to see if it's too hot."

She put a piece of chicken in her mouth with her chopsticks.

Chicken is not hot, but she suddenly choked, a whole piece of chicken stuck in the throat.

Chen Meijuan suddenly coughs, but the chicken gets more and more stuck. Her face soon turns red. She runs out in panic and is at a loss. She wants to go to the doctor for help. In her hurry, she trips over the chair and falls to the ground. The violent action makes the chicken in her throat slide down and block her trachea. Chen Meijuan suddenly feels unable to breathe and struggles frantically.

People outside rushed in immediately when they heard what was going on inside. As soon as they saw that the situation was not right, they called a doctor.

The doctor carried Chen Meijuan to emergency treatment.

"She has the last ten minutes."

Xiao you said something in Wu Hao's mind and followed the doctor.

Seeing that Chen Meijuan was carried away, Zhu Bingjun, who was lying on the hospital bed, was worried.

"She..."

"She has the last ten minutes. In ten minutes, the doctor will come and tell you the result. I'll go to the hallway and get some air." Wu Hao interrupts him, walks out of the ward and leans on the corridor.

With emotion.

Compared with these people, I'm really young.

Wu Hao laughed at himself, shrugged his shoulders and waited for the result.

ten minutes later.

A nurse ran to this side in a hurry and took a long time to get to the door before pushing the door in.

Wu Hao followed.

"Mr. Zhu, your wife..."

"What's the matter? How is she? "

Zhu Bingjun looks at the little nurse with concern. He is very nervous now, eager to know whether Chen Meijuan is dead or not.

"Your wife's rescue is invalid, already, already..."

Zhu Bingjun's nerves relaxed and he collapsed on the bed.

"Mr. Zhu, I beg your pardon."

Nurse young lady comforted a, also dare not stay more in the ward, carefully left the ward, in case of emotional family members, she can be guilty.

Wu Hao stood aside with a sneer and a sneer on his face.

"See? The way of death is just appearance. If you don't live long enough, you'll choke to death if you eat a piece of chicken. Your wife is like this, and you're no exception. Your time of death is the day after tomorrow. No matter how you hide, you'll die. "

Zhu Bingjun looked at Wu Hao and said nothing.

There's only one problem in his head right now——

Who is this young man?

Western God of death?

Or the black and white impermanence under Yama?

His three outlooks are collapsing, and his understanding of the world is being rebuilt.

There are such strange people in this world. They can not only predict people's life and death, but also change people's life span. It's just an ability against heaven. Is it God's ability!?