Chapter 551

In the spacious and bright corridor, a figure reflecting the backlight from far to near, the sound of high-heeled shoes landing is anxious, and the beautiful face slowly jumps into the eyes of everyone.

Su Yimo looked at the woman walking in surprise, "sister..."

Jane Yan should have returned to the imperial capital in the past two days, but the typhoon delayed her flight. She was also a little worried about Su Yimo. In addition, she saw the news report. When she came to the hospital, she was worried about both wishing and Su Yimo. Unexpectedly, she bumped into this scene.

"I don't know what happened to your Liao family, but I'm sorry for the change." Jian Yan first looked at the handle and expressed her comfort.

The guard didn't say anything.

"Can I have a word with Amer? Something." Asked Jane Yan.

Wei handle always had special pity for girls and was easy to trust good-looking women. After all, who doesn't love beautiful women? Coupled with Jian Yan's modest attitude, politeness and appearance, he nodded his acquiescence.

Jane Yan picked up the crutch on the ground and helped Su Yimo into the staircase.

There was a bodyguard outside. She caught a glimpse of it.

"Come on, get out of here, wherever you go, and never come back." Jian Yan whispered. Although she didn't quite understand what happened, she could tell by instinct that Liao Meimei's death was probably related to him.

Jian Yan boasts that she doesn't know Su Yimo well enough, but she is also a brother who grew up together. She hates and hurts. She wants to throw him out and deal with him whatever the Liao family does. She feels sorry for her clever little aunt. If Su Yimo is guilty, she is a face changing animal bastard. Who created it?

It's Liao Dongxing, the dead aunt, the whole Liao family

At the beginning of a person, whether his nature is good or evil, his growth environment and cultivation experience... Have a great influence.

At the thought of this, Jane Yan is really distressed.

"You've caused enough trouble. I don't have the strength to argue with you anymore. Amo, you really should reflect on yourself. Get out of here and go far."

Su Yimo looked at her, "I can go and I can go, but Xu..."

"Do you still have the face to make a wish? I ask you, what did you do that you made a wish for?"

Su Yimo moved his lips, but he was speechless.

"You are disgusted with Liao Jiangcheng and have been deliberately hostile to him. Then I ask you, do you really have any substantive grudges between him and you? No, including his engagement to make a wish, which he tried to win himself. Why should you target him if he didn't steal or rob?"

"You are illegitimate children. You are treated the same in the Liao family. He may not be a good man, but at least he is worthy of his heart in many things, and you?"

Jane Yan kept glancing at several bodyguards outside the stairs, holding her emotions and speaking in a low voice, "I shouldn't say this, but I always wanted to say, ah Mo, you don't deserve to make a wish. Die."

"It has nothing to do with who your biological father is and your family background. It's you. All your intelligence and brains are used in the wrong place. Maybe your intention is good, but the final result..."

Jane Yan doesn't know how to define this brother.

Su Yimo is bad. In many places, he is forced to be helpless, such as Hongjiang and Liao Dongxing. He just wants freedom, liberation and his own life. When he says he is good, he indirectly hurts Liao Meimei.

"You really should calm down." Jian Yan sighed helplessly, "it's not good for you to stay any longer. Let's go."

Jane Yan gave him the car key in her bag and pushed him downstairs, "drive my car!"

a moment.

The guard handle looked at the empty staircase and his face turned black.

Beautiful women can't be trusted, he knows.

……

Late at night.

Kurinan of a Beijing number finally arrived in S City, drove slowly into the luxury community adjacent to Lujiazui, and stopped in front of the central hospital.

The bright light upstairs shone on Zuo Zhan's face, which was a little dazzling, but also reflected his gray face.

Rui Shen follows him upstairs, and Zhou tezhu goes to the inpatient department to ask for information.

When Zuo occupied the corresponding floor and was walking towards the ward, Zhou tezhu from the rear also came over.

"Did you ask anything?" Rui Chen asked first.

Zhou tezhu didn't look very well. His stiff throat seemed to be stuck. He couldn't say a complete word.

Zuo Zhan looked in his eyes, his face sank, accelerated his steps, and stopped a passing nurse, "is there a patient called wishing? Blood cancer..."

"This..." the nurse heard clearly, and the patient's name was taboo.

Zuo Zhan didn't ask any more. In his sight, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Liao Jiangcheng came out of the free ward from a distance and saw him at a glance. His cold face was expressionless, as if he had just experienced a mourning. The sense of decadence from the inside to the outside was self-evident.

Zuo Zhan avoided the nurse and strode over.

"Where is she?"

Liao Jiangcheng was silent.

"Where is she?" Zuo Zhan repeated it again.

Liao Jiangcheng's eyes were full of blood. He just took a deep breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength and rubbed his face. Yu Guang motioned to support the guard handle.

"Speak, where the hell is she?"

Liao Jiangcheng still didn't speak. He just glanced at Zuo Zhan gently. His eyes didn't take any emotion. They were painless and didn't hate. It was like grief numbness to a certain extent, but it was oppressive.

He turned and entered the side lounge.

Zuo Zhan also followed in.

"Do you regret it?" Liao Jiangcheng finally opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse.

Zuo Zhanyi was stunned.

"What have you done? What did you do when I asked you to take her away?" Liao Jiangcheng's plain voice did not contain any blame and questions, but every word was like a sharp sword, poking Zuo Zhan's heart.

Liao Jiangcheng lowered his head and looked at the clean floor. He said to himself, "frankly, we are competing secretly. We are all gambling. I take your feelings for her and bet that you can only let go if you don't want her to have an accident. You can also beat you hard. You are also taking my heavy profits. I won't die..."

Liao Jiangcheng's voice was very weak and light, but he didn't send out a word. It seemed to tear the wound in his heart and overflow his lips with blood, "she's gone..."

The air was quiet for a moment.

Zuo Zhan's brain sank. He knew better than ever what this sentence "gone" meant.

"You said..."

Zuo Zhan slowed down again and again. He always felt something was wrong. He tried to force himself to calm down and endured the impulse to rush to kill Liao Jiangcheng. "No, can, can! Where is she?"

Wishing is a terminal disease, which has long been diagnosed, but after such a long time of treatment, even if it is impossible to transplant, it will not die suddenly, which is definitely wrong!

"Hell, yellow spring, hell..." Liao Jiangcheng smiled miserably, his voice as cold as ice.

Zuo Zhan's eyes were red, his clenched fist clucked and forced him to go further. He said coldly, "what did you do to her!"

"What did you do?" Liao Jiangcheng sneered, but it was more ugly than crying. "My sister died. What did you say I did to her? Anyway, it was day by day. Instead of watching her suffer from the disease, it was better..."

"Liao, Jiang, Cheng!"

As soon as Zuo Zhan's angry words came out, Liao Jiangcheng suddenly rushed up and punched Zuo Zhan.

Zuo Zhan had been on guard for a long time, but he was still hit by the punch attached to all his anger. He staggered and retreated for several steps before he managed to stabilize his body, but there was also a smell of blood in his mouth.

"You have the face to ask me what I did to her, and you deserve it! From the moment you threw her to me, she is mine! I decide whether to live or die, whether to kill or cut!"

"Fuck you, you fool!"

Zuo Zhan raised his leg and kicked Liao Jiangcheng. He strode over, punched Liao Jiangcheng again, and then clamped his collar with his backhand. His sinister eyes were scarlet like a beast out of a cage. His mind was washed away by emotion. Zuo Zhan's voice changed, and every word was ruthless with blood and pain, "Your sister's accident was caused by you and Su Yimo. It has nothing to do with her! If you dare..."

The tyrannical factor condenses in Zuo Zhan's chest. He doesn't know what he will do again, but he only knows that he wants to make a wish.

Liao Jiangcheng braced himself and grabbed Zuo Zhan's collar with his backhand. "I said, she's gone and can't come back."

Liao Jiangcheng suddenly took off his wrist, and some undisguised grief magnified in his eyes, and the collapsed mood could no longer be suppressed.