Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 883
The He family... the sky is about to change!

Xiang Wan was still unwilling to accept the reality, but until the assistant on the other end of the phone came a comforting word, "Ma'am, your condolences have changed."

I am sorry for your loss……

She knew exactly what these four words meant.

But no matter what, I never thought that one day, it would be used on He Hanchuan.

With tears streaming down his face, Xiang Wan clutched the skirt of his chest with his fingers, let go of his voice, and let out a hysterical roar of "ah".

And in the next second, she couldn't bear such a severe blow because of her anger. She closed her eyes and leaned back.

"lady!"

The maids exclaimed in horror.

Before he could be too sad, the butler quickly reached out his hand to support Xiang Wan's body, and quickly ordered, "What are you still doing, go to the doctor."

"Yes!"

After the maids took orders, they scattered like birds and beasts.

The butler ordered the other subordinates to help Xiang Wan onto the bed. Seeing her extremely pale face, everyone present couldn't help wiping away tears and sighing repeatedly.

God is so unfair.

It was not easy for the couple to be happy, but in the end, this kind of thing happened again, and they were separated abruptly.

How could He Hanchuan die?
How can a person who is good at first say that he is gone? How can Xiang Wan and the children live on?

……

When Menglan learned that He Hanchuan died in the fire, she was in a meeting. After receiving a phone call, she put on her bag and rushed out without even caring about her work.

She stood on the road, anxiously waiting for the taxi.

But it was the rush hour, and after waiting for a long time, I didn't see a car.

When Meng Lan was at a loss, suddenly a expensive luxury car was parked in front of her, the window was slowly rolled down, revealing Feng Mu's handsome face.

"Get in the car." Feng Mu ordered in a deep voice.

When Meng Lan saw him, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, but now was not the time to refuse, so she stretched out her hand to push the car door and sat on it.

Soon, Feng Mu started the car, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you going to He's house too?"

"Yes." Meng Lan nodded vigorously.

"By the way." Feng Mu responded concisely.

After listening to what he said, Meng Lan raised her eyes, turned to the front mirror and measured him.

Feng Mu's face was extremely heavy, and his eyes were red, obviously he had cried a lot.

Seeing him like this, Meng Lan's heart thumped heavily, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

It seems that what the servant of the He family told her on the phone is really true.

"He Hanchuan is... really gone?" Meng Lan couldn't help but ask him after thinking about it.

Feng Mu nodded, and said with difficulty, "Yes."

When the answer was confirmed, Meng Lan's lips were pressed tightly together, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"How could this be? Didn't we send him to the airport properly? It's only been a few days, and this kind of thing happened. It's too sudden!"

"It's not sudden, but for us, it will be a little sudden."

Feng Mu held the steering wheel tightly with his palms, looked forward, and then confessed, "Han Chuan offended an organization called 'Eagle' when he was in China, but he didn't take it seriously at the time, after all, this organization The people here will only do some minor damage to the program."

"But I didn't expect that this organization would join forces with Milan to plan a conspiracy, deliberately using his illness to lure He Hanchuan abroad, lowering his vigilance, exploiting his strength, and attacking him."

Speaking of this, Feng Mu's emotions became more and more agitated, he patted the steering wheel heavily with his palms, and growled angrily.

"Damn it, as Lao He's brother, I didn't pay attention to him. I don't know anything!"

Seeing his painful appearance, Meng Lan's heart was also full of unbearable.

"Don't blame yourself so much. Mr. He's death has nothing to do with you, let alone the specific reason. We can't make judgments on our own, and we can't just listen to other people's words. If it's just a wrong judgment, Mr. He is not dead at all. Woolen cloth?"

"impossible."

Feng Mu's face was heavy, and his voice couldn't help choking, "I saw from the surveillance video that the explosion was very serious, and there was almost no possibility of surviving, and the doctor has already checked the body. He Hanchuan!"

"..."

Meng Lan lowered her eyes in disappointment, pursed her lips, and didn't say anything more.

All kinds of signs seemed to tell her that He Hanchuan was really dead.

But she still couldn't believe it. After all, how could such a good living person say that he was gone?
……

Soon, Feng Mu drove the car to the He family's garage.

The He family, which used to be filled with laughter every time they entered, was completely silent at this moment. The bodyguards and servants all looked tense, and even spoke cautiously.

Feng Mu and Meng Lan got out of the car at the same time and walked towards the villa.

Just as he walked to the door, he heard Xiang Wan's hysterical crying, which made his heart palpitate.

A hint of unbearableness appeared in Feng Mu's eyes, he subconsciously reached out and patted Meng Lan's shoulder, and reminded softly, "Comfort her in a while."

"Don't worry, I know." Meng Lan nodded and walked towards the house.

in the room.

Xiang Wan just woke up, with disheveled hair like a madman, crying while covering his red and swollen eyes.

And Zhao Yu was sitting on the sofa, and she didn't have the strength to cry. For her, losing a child in old age was indeed a very painful thing.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Even Meng Lan's eyes flashed a trace of unbearable, and she sighed softly.

"Madam, don't be like this, eat something, if you cry like this, you will hurt your body." The housekeeper sat by the bed, holding a porridge bowl in his hand, coaxing her patiently.

But Xiang Wan just kept crying and ignored her.

The housekeeper was in a hurry.

"Let me do it." Meng Lan really couldn't see it.

"Miss Meng, you are here!" When seeing her, the housekeeper hurriedly handed the bowl in front of her as if seeing a savior, "Then I will trouble you, but please persuade our wife , and don’t eat a bite, it’s really worrying.”

"it is good."

Meng Lan took the porridge bowl and sighed softly, "Go and do your work, leave this to me."

The housekeeper nodded, and ran to comfort Zhao Yu again.

Meng Lan didn't care about that much, she sat by the bed with a bowl of porridge in her hand, looking at Xiang Wan's face swollen and haggard from crying, her heart ached very much.

"Xiang Wan, let's have something to eat. The matter hasn't come to an end yet. What if there is a slight turning point."

(End of this chapter)