It pierces the heart.
But what can I do, Mu Huan? I just don’t want to let you live in peace.
Squatting down, I picked up the phone that had fallen to the ground and chuckled softly, "Sorry, it won’t happen again."
...
A false alarm.
After the firen dispersed the crowd gathered below the building, they left in an orderly manner.
The doctors who witnessed the whole process returned to the office to rest. One of them sat on the sofa, his mouth twitching uncontrollably, "Watching the sunset... Have I lost my mory or is there sothing wrong with my brain?"
Two hours ago, the patient coldly threatened them not to co closer, or she would jump directly, didn’t that an she didn’t want to live?
The man sitting next to him was more mature and reserved, seeing through but not speaking out, and patted his shoulder, "Just focus on treating the patient; the rest isn’t for us to worry about."
He sighed resignedly, "Ah, another ancestor that needs to be treated with reverence. What sin have I committed?"
This kind of disease isn’t sothing only the riff-raff from nightclubs and call girls get; many n and won from the upper social circle who love to play get it too. It’s not a rare thing.
However, why would the Mu Family’s CEO, whose private life is as clean as a blank sheet of paper, get involved with a woman who has ties with Nan Huaiyu...?
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Hospital garden.
Under the heavy night, there were only a few sparse street lamps around. The light was very dim, and only the gravel path on the ground could be vaguely seen.
Yu Qinglu sat on a bench, handed the dicine bottle in her hand to the woman next to her, and deliberately lowered her voice, "Take these dicines first."
The woman wore heavy makeup on her face, covering her sallow complexion, and handed the dicine bottle back to Yu Qinglu, giving a bleak smile, "Forget it, I long since lost hope; no matter how much dicine I take, it won’t cure . I’ll live one day at a ti."
Those who share the sa illness can understand each other’s pain more than ordinary people.
Yu Qinglu didn’t insist, casually putting the dicine bottle back into the pocket of her patient’s gown, "Is the money enough?"
"Enough, Sister Qinglu, you lent so much, it’s enough for for half a year," the woman put her hat back on, smiling lightly, "I sent Mrs. Mu a small gift."
Although the ti spent under the sa roof wasn’t long, she also discovered what Nan Wan was afraid of.
Because, occasionally when the Animal World broadcast flashed snakes across the TV screen, Nan Wan would turn her head away and quickly switch the channel.
As for that photo, even though Sister Qinglu’s face wasn’t clear, what does it matter, as long as it’s recognizable as a woman.
Pregnant won are especially sensitive, let alone soone with an affected high-and-mighty personality like Nan Wan, who certainly won’t openly ask about it.
Conflicts and estrangent will silently grow in unseen places; this way, the opportunity for her to act will appear.
If you stood in front of her, you would find that her eyes held a certain hatred.
Yu Qinglu didn’t ask her what she did; hating soone to the extre wouldn’t be so petty revenge.
Especially for a woman who has lost her mind and is desperate about life.
An implicit sense of pleasure erged, but she feigned genuine concern, "Be careful, and stay in your apartnt to lay low for a while."
"I’ve already been forgotten, Mu Jin Huan won’t easily trace it back to ," the woman laughed self-deprecatingly in a low voice, "In a few days, I’ll give her a big gift, but rest assured, it won’t implicate you."
No one knew but her how these days, she had lived a fate worse than death.
She had thought more than once about ending it all, but as long as the person causing all this was living well, she didn’t want to die.
However I live, I’ll live; I must return everything I suffered to Mrs. Mu, so I can have so ease in the next life.
Yu Qinglu reached out to hold the woman’s bony hand, though her own hand wasn’t much better, "What are you saying, we’re friends."
Her performance was flawless, even making it seem real.
A woman in a low point, eting soone willing to offer help and concern and sharing a common enemy, would believe the other party unreservedly.
"Sister Qinglu, you’re different from soone like . Mu Jin Huan won’t be ruthless to you, but my future... it’s either death or prison. Ha! It doesn’t matter anyway."
After all, she had nothing to hold onto.
"Won’t he..." Yu Qinglu’s gaze fell into the boundless night around, smiling ambiguously, "Who knows."
When you can use soone and still protect yourself, why not?
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