Chapter 133

Huo Zhi pushed herself into the abyss of self accusation. Self accusation is like an invisible net. It envelops every inch of her skin and every muscle, melts into her blood, and overflows endlessly.

Mother's every curse, like a skate, deeply penetrated into every pore of the skin, she could hardly support it.

"Miss, please go home and have a rest. My wife is not in any serious trouble. I'll call you when she is in a good mood and her condition is stable." Aunt Chen couldn't bear it. She saw Huo Zhi's mental and physical exhaustion. She grew up watching her. She believed her eyes. She didn't mean it. There were too many bad people. She was used.

Just now, she has heard the conversation between Fang Youran and Huo Zhi clearly, and she has also understood the cause of the matter. If she pursues the responsibility deeply, Aunt Chen thinks it's not the fault of the young lady. She is only used as a tool of revenge by Fang Youran. When the master is arrested, the "culprit" is Fang Youran, and the real initiator is the master himself.

Although Fang Youran's behavior is excessive and even despicable, how could it not be the thorns planted by the master himself?

As the saying goes, it's not that we don't report, but that we report as soon as the time arrives!

"Aunt Chen, it's hard for you, Aunt Chen --" Huo Zhi suddenly stopped and stopped talking.

A good family, so scattered, the mayor of Qingcheng overnight became a prisoner, things are unpredictable, fate make people ah!

Aunt Chen patted her on the shoulder and sighed helplessly: "Miss, don't blame yourself too much. There are arrangements in the dark. You're not to blame for this! In those days, the master did something wrong, but in fact - "

" she is not to blame, who is to blame? Is dad to blame? Aunt Chen, why do you favor an accomplice, a bad woman who helps others hurt her father? "

"Aunt Chen, which side are you from? Are you sober? Up to now, you are still partial to that dead girl, that unfilial dead girl. What kind of ecstasy has she given you? Do you always spare no effort to speak for her? "

The door of the ward is always open. Huo Qingyan and Zhuang Shenglan's mother and daughter have heard Aunt Chen's words clearly. They are already furious. Two active volcanoes are about to erupt.

Aunt Chen said in a low voice, "Miss, you'd better leave quickly, otherwise - your wife will get worse. You'd better avoid it first!"

"Don't be angry, madam. It's important to be healthy. The doctor wants you to have a good rest. Don't be angry!" Aunt Chen Ran to help Zhuang Shenglan who was barely sitting up.

"Huo Zhi, if you want to atone for it, you should take your father out of prison immediately, otherwise I will never forgive you in my life

Weak Zhuang Shenglan struggles, shouts and scolds.

"Mom - Mom -" mom finally agreed to talk to herself. Although it was a sharp scolding, Huo Zhi was very happy, which showed that her mother's body had the hope of recovery.

"Don't call me. I'll never recognize your daughter until I take your father home from prison!"

The door slammed shut, Huo Zhi's body heavily attached to the door, eat the door shut, the world inside the door with the door is two worlds, she was seriously excluded from the world inside the door.

In a trance, Huo Zhi walks numbly to the door of the hospital, takes a taxi, goes home, where is her home, Xishan villa? Huo house in Qingshui street?

It's everywhere, it's not everywhere!

Huo Zhi can't remember how to go back to Xishan villa. She only remembers the dark night. Xiaolan's surprised, heartbroken eyes and exclamation: "madam, madam, what's the matter with you?"

A stagger did not stand, she fell to the ground, cold unbridled into her body, frozen her heart.

The night passed and the dawn covered the earth.

Xiaolan specially gets up early in the morning and wants to stew chicken soup for her wife. Yesterday, her wife looks pale and weak. She looks rather bad. She puts some nourishing ingredients such as ginseng antler and longan in the chicken soup and stews them slowly over low heat. She is very careful and serious. She wants to make a beautiful dish for her wife.

Look at the time. It's 8:00 in the morning. My wife hasn't moved. Xiaolan is a little confused. My wife seldom sleeps in. Is she ill? Will it be - coma?

"Bah, bah, bah!" Xiaolan blames herself for her bad ideas. How can she curse her wife!

Rub hands, in the living room to turn the circle, a circle two circles three circles, until the clock issued a heavy sound when, half past eight.

Biting her lips, Xiaolan runs to the second floor and stands outside the door. She knocks on the door. There is no echo. When she knocks again, there is still no movement. She hesitates for a while and opens the door.

The sun was shining brightly, the curtains were purple, and the bedroom was dark.

"Ma'am, ma'am, are you ok? It's 8:30. It's time to get up!"

"ma'am?" There was no echo.

She reached out and turned on the wall lamp on her left. She was surprised to find that there was no one on the big white European bed. The quilt was messy. Although it didn't feel cold, it didn't have much temperature. Did your wife get up? But where is she?Xiaolan got up very early at dawn. She didn't see her wife coming in and out. She should be in the bedroom.

The living room and the kitchen are interlinked. If someone walks around, Xiaolan will be the first to find out. If the wife goes out, she will know for sure.

Xiaolan frowned and was frightened. She had an ominous premonition. Where would her wife go?

"Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, where are you?"

The only answer to her is the silence of loneliness and her own echo.

Toilet, a hurry to forget the toilet, no one in the bedroom, the wife must go to the bathroom, Xiaolan relieved.

"Ma'am, are you in the bathroom? Are you there, ma'am? "

There was still no echo. The door of the bathroom was tightly closed. The frosted glass couldn't see clearly what was going on inside and could not hear any reply.

"Ma'am, I'm going in, ma'am. I'm going to open the bathroom door, ma'am?"

Looking at the closed door, Xiaolan is afraid that something bad will happen.

Xiaolan twists the handle of the door, only to find that the door is locked from inside. What can be sure is that his wife is inside. What can not be sure is whether she is safe or not, whether she is ill or faint.

"Madame! Open the door, madam Xiaolan is shouting outside.

Approaching the ear close to the door, you can clearly hear the sound of water, in addition, there is no other sound, the sound of water, filled with strange taste.

"Wait, ma'am. I'll get the spare key!" Xiaolan takes three steps and two steps to the warehouse and takes out the used key.

At the moment when the door opened, Xiaolan screamed: "madam, don't!"

The scene in the bathroom is clearly shown in Xiaolan's eyes.

Huo Zhizheng is standing in front of the washing table. The tap is splashing with water. She hears the sound, turns her face and looks at Xiaolan.

Her long black hair hung on her cheek, which made her face more pale. Her eyes were empty, just like a flower that lost its vitality. Her youth was gone!

But suddenly, she smelled that the air was not normal, at least for a second.

Xiaolan suddenly narrowed her eyes, and her eyes moved down from her pale face. Then she saw that her two plain white hands were red, and the blood was dripping down her fingertips. At her feet, a piece of bright red had spread out, and a charming red lotus was coming out!

And her expression is so calm, as if no pain!

Xiaolan was so shocked that her face suddenly changed. She went over bravely and cried out, "what's the matter with you, madam? What are you doing?! Madame - Madame - "

Madame committed suicide! What happened to my wife and why did she commit suicide?

If I come in later, will my wife commit suicide?

Huo Zhi doesn't move. She can't see any emotion. Suddenly, she tilts and falls down powerlessly. Xiaolan hugs her and yells: "madam, madam, I won't allow you to die. No, you're dead. What should Xiaolan do? Madam, don't you want Xiaolan and the baby? Madam -- "

the blood fell to the ground and broke into petals. The petals were gorgeous, like red roses.