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Chapter 228 Sleeping Pills. Taking Too Much

Halfway through the meal, Lu Xicheng received a text message from Lu Zhi.

The other party said, "Enjoy your meal."

Lu Xicheng casually sent back four words: "Very happy."

Lu Zhi was slightly annoyed when he looked at the text message.He originally thought that Lu Xicheng would comfort him no matter what.No idea, no comfort, no mercy, no mercy
That night, Wen Mian got ready for bed early.

Her thoughts were in a mess, and although she was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, she couldn't fall asleep anyway.

There was a bottle of sleeping pills by the bedside, and she was so annoyed that when she got up, her forehead was covered with sweat, fine and dense.

Later, she drank a lot of cold water, and took sleeping pills a few more times, regardless of the frequency.In fact, Wen Mian couldn't remember the exact number of times.

It's just that at the last moment, the consciousness fell into a coma, and it was dark.

She heard Lu Zhi's voice, it was the young Lu Zhi, he said, "Xiao Mian, from now on, you are not allowed to like anyone but me."

She wanted to say "yes", but couldn't make a sound...

Lu Zhi received a call from Yue Zhao, who was crying on the other end of the phone, and she said, "Boss Lu, Mian Mian is undergoing surgery, come here quickly."

His eyes darkened suddenly, he stood up immediately and walked out, his tone was cold: "You are fine this afternoon, why did you go for surgery?"

"It's gastric lavage, I took too many sleeping pills." Lu Zhi's voice was too cold, and Yue Zhao lost all confidence after talking.

She opened her mouth and was about to add something, but the phone was hung up.

Lu Zhi usually smiles when he sees people, but Yue Zhao has never heard such a tone from him, it is really terrifying...

In the emergency department of the hospital, Yue Zhao stood at the door of the operating room, looking at the red lettering on the door, pacing back and forth anxiously.

If she hadn't gone to Wen Mian today, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Yue Zhao was thinking, and suddenly saw Lu Zhi walking from a distance.

He was wearing a black suit without a tie, and the inside button of his shirt was buttoned incorrectly.

Yue Zhao originally wanted to remind him, but after glancing at his face, he held back the words.

"How long have you been in?" He looked at the door of the operating room with a calm tone.

Yue Zhao listened, and calmed down a bit: "I've been in for an hour, and I should be able to come out soon."

Lu Zhi sat on the public seat beside him and didn't speak any more.

Time flowed into his atrium every minute and every second, adding more cramps.

Lu Zhi thought about a lot of bad results, and the more he thought about it, the colder his heart became.

He leaned back on the chair, covering his eyes with the back of his hands, feeling a little wet.

Lu Zhi remembered that the last time he cried was at his father Lu Nianchen's funeral.

He stood with Lu Ningguang, where he couldn't see, his eyes were wet.

Lu Ningguang said: "Brother, you just gave Lu Xicheng the position of the Patriarch of the Lu family, and you didn't fight for it?"

With his back facing him, his face was already wet, but when he spoke, he said "shut up" calmly and indifferently.

He thought at the time that this would be the last time he cried in his life.

However, he overestimated himself after all.

The woman named Wen Mian in the operating room could easily make him lose control.
When Wen Mian woke up, it was the early morning of the next day, the morning light was faint, and a faint light came in through the gap in the curtains and fell on the ground.

Wen Mian was a little foggy, and his body was also very uncomfortable.

She shifted her gaze to her hand, only to realize that the needle was inserted in it, connected to the vial, and dripping liquid.

She just thought it was an illusion, and reached out to touch it.

(End of this chapter)