The hour hand pointed to four o'clock in the morning, but the lights in the emergency room were still on.
Ming Yu sat on the chair, did not speak, and waited quietly.
Xie Dingyuan's pensive gaze swept over him, but soon returned to Jiang Fuyue.
Her head rested on his shoulder, her face was down, her eyes were closed tightly, no one could see her expression at this moment.
At this time, there was a sound of messy footsteps at the end of the corridor.
"Where's my son? Where's my son?!"
Hearing this voice, Jiang Fuyue suddenly opened her eyes.
Fu Jujun, 68 years old, was wearing a long gray-blue suede cheongsam with a coat over it. Accompanied by two bodyguards and a lawyer, she walked quickly.
If it wasn't for the coiled long hair hanging down a few strands, the flustered footsteps, and the trembling voice, just looking at this outfit, I would think she was going to some kind of banquet.
"Where is Ming Shen? Where is my son!"
The nurse on duty next door opened the door and came out: "Be quiet! No noise is allowed in the hospital, don't disturb other patients!"
After speaking, he slammed the door shut.
When you get here, no matter if you are a rich man or a peddler, you have to shut up!
Fu Shujun's face was ugly, and suddenly, her eyes fell on Ming Yu who was sitting beside her.
Lou Mingyue's unfavorable fiancé? !
She suddenly had a very bad feeling in her heart. This feeling had never been felt in more than 20 years after Lou Mingyue's death, but it suddenly appeared at this moment.
"Ming Yu—" she walked over, "Why are you here? What happened to Ming Shen? What did you do to him?!"
Ming Yu didn't speak.
Fu Jujun even wanted to reach out to push him, Mingyu raised his eyes coldly: "Maybe, you should ask what he did back then."
then…
Fu Shujun frowned: "What do you mean?"
"Do you need me to make it clearer? Twenty-three years ago, Mingyue..."
"Enough!" Fu Jujun interrupted abruptly, panic flashed in his eyes.
Ming Yu sneered.
Although he didn't know the details, if Lou Mingshen was really innocent, he wouldn't have come to where he is today.
How many of them were written by this old woman
Fu Shujun cautiously stopped speaking, for fear of offending Ming Yu and saying something else.
But just now she asked the bodyguards and lawyers to find the responsible persons and contact the police. As a result, these people seemed to have been dealt with in advance, and there was no way to start.
Therefore, Fu Jujun is at a loss now, and doesn't know what happened. He only knows that his son is injured and is in emergency treatment, and his life is dying.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on Xie Dingyuan and Jiang Fuyue who were sitting on the other side of the bench.
"My son's injury is related to you?" She stepped forward, condescending, and asked coldly.
Jiang Fuyue turned her head away, obviously she didn't want to see this old woman.
Xie Dingyuan seemed to see her disgust, and patted her on the back lightly, with a hint of comfort.
"You are asking your questions, why don't you answer?!"
Xie Dingyuan raised his eyes coldly, and only said one word: "Get lost—"
Fu Shujun almost fainted from anger: "You! You!"
Just at this time, the lights in the emergency room went out, and Lou Ming lay deeply on the hospital bed, and was pushed out from the inside with the instrument tube removed.
There was still blood on the bed sheet, and he had serious abrasions on his face, neck, and shoulders. After cleaning, the bright red flesh layer was exposed.
"The family members give way, the patient needs to be transferred to the ICU immediately!"
Fu Shujun hurriedly avoided, looking at her son who was unconscious on the hospital bed, tears covered her wrinkled old face.
"Mingshen...Mingshen...what's the matter with you? Wake up and take a look at Mom!"
It's a pity that the people on the hospital bed are unconscious, their eyes are closed, and they don't respond to external stimuli.
Soon, the hospital bed was pushed away, and the doctor stayed behind.
"Doctor, how is my son? Is his life in danger? When will he wake up?"
"Six ribs were fractured, and three of them were misplaced and almost pierced into the lungs. Fortunately, they were delivered in time and are now out of danger. If there is no subsequent infection or other complications, the life will be saved."
"But his injury is so serious that he has to stay in bed and recuperate. It won't take a year or so for him to heal. Your family needs to work harder."
…
Liu Louming was successfully transferred to the ICU at six o'clock in the morning.
Jiang Fuyue stood outside, through the glass wall, staring fixedly at the person surrounded by instruments and tubes on the hospital bed.
How dare he? !
Atonement? Or a threat
But before he fell, he didn't even say a word to beg for forgiveness.
Picture what
How stupid and stupid!
Didn't he know that if he was as cold-hearted as her, even if he jumped to his death, he wouldn't forgive him
He is betting!
What a jerk.
"... Let's go." Jiang Fuyue turned around and took Xie Dingyuan's hand.
"good."
He didn't ask anything and took her away.
"Stop—" Fu Jujun walked towards the two menacingly, raised her hand, and was about to slap Jiang Fuyue.
Before Jiang Fuyue dodged and counterattacked, Xie Dingyuan clasped that hand in mid-air, secretly exerting force on his palm.
"Ah—" Fu Jujun cried out in pain, "What are you doing?!"
Xie Dingyuan: "I want to ask what you want to do?"
"This woman killed my son, what business do I have to teach her?!"
Fu Jujun knew that Xie Dingyuan, the heir of the Xie family, was the president of the historical biology.
In normal times, she would not mind giving a little face, but now she is full of anxiety and has nowhere to vent. The only way to relieve her hatred is to grab this woman and slap her hard.
Xie Dingyuan wrapped one hand around Jiang Fuyue's waist, hugged her tightly, and raised his eyes coldly: "She is my woman, what do you say is none of my business?"
"...your woman?!" Fu Jujun was slightly taken aback, and began to look Jiang Fuyue squarely.
She looks pretty good, her nose is her nose, her mouth is her mouth... But when she met those indifferent peach blossom eyes, she suddenly froze.
An invisible panic choked her throat suddenly, Fu Jujun's breathing was stagnant, and her hands and feet were cold.
Suddenly, she seemed to see another person through these eyes.
That... the person who made her sleepless, and would break out in cold sweat with fright just thinking about it!
No... Impossible!
Lou Mingyue is dead! The bones buried in the soil have long since rotted into dregs.
She told herself over and over again, but the fear was always with her and couldn't go away.
"You... who are you? Ming Shen... why did you get hurt?!"
Jiang Fuyue relived her life and looked at Fu Jujun for the first time.
A woman is old, her temples are gray and her face is wrinkled.
The once cunning and ambitious eyes have also become cloudy and dim, covered with blue haze.
Her slender and graceful figure is now shriveled and bent, even though she is wearing a cheongsam, she is just looking elegant.
Back then, Lou Mingxin dared to do something, and even used Lou Mingshen, but she would never have the courage to rely on herself.
So, who is behind the scenes to advise her
Jiang Fuyue's piercing eyes fell on Fu Shujun's face, and the answer was ready to come out.
"What are you looking at?!" Locked by such cold eyes, Fu Shujun gasped for breath, dodged her eyes, and subconsciously refused to meet her eyes.
Jiang Fuyue: "Look at the murderer."
"Wh-what?" The woman was startled, and then furious. If Xie Dingyuan was not there, she might jump up and beat Jiang Fuyue: "Do you know what you are talking about? I, I can sue you for slander! Send you away Go to jail!"
Jiang Fuyue hooked her lips sarcastically, "Go and sue," she leaned closer, her voice hoarse, and paused every word, "Don't think that after twenty years, no one will know what you did..."
Fu Shujun's complexion changed drastically, "You, you—" Who is it? !
It's a pity that except for a few words of "you", she couldn't even utter a complete sentence with trembling lips.
Jiang Fuyue held Xie Dingyuan's arm, passed her, and walked away.
When we left the hospital, it was already daylight.
Jiang Fuyue sat in Xie Dingyuan's car, leaned back, tiredness appeared from the corners of her eyes and brows.
In the next second, the man's coat covered her body.
"I called the old man and told him not to go back in a hurry. The apartment is close, so go and have a rest first. If you're sleepy, just sit in the car for a while."
He arranged everything and was very thoughtful in every way.
Jiang Fuyue smiled at him: "Okay."
Xie Dingyuan drove back to the apartment.
When they arrived, Jiang Fuyue had already fallen asleep.
"Yueyue..."
"Huh?" She didn't sleep too soundly, and woke up with a light cry.
"Hey, go up and rest."
The two returned to the apartment, Jiang Fuyue took a shower, changed into Xie Dingyuan's T-shirt, and fell asleep.
The man drew the curtains for her, turned off the lights, then lifted the quilt, lay down himself, hugged her, and gradually fell asleep.
Jiang Fuyue didn't know how long she slept, but when she woke up, her head ached and her fatigue was gone.
It was dark outside the window, and the night was dark.
She nestled in Xie Dingyuan's arms, like being next to a big stove.
Can't help rubbing.
"woke up?"