Love is like melting

Chapter 78 Whose Child is It?

"Oh." Yun Yingluo sneered, her expression was full of endless pain, and the lingering gloom made her aura slightly ferocious, "Am I extreme? Do you think I don't want to be kind? But my kindness is in exchange for What? What did that woman do to me, and what did Lian Zhen do to me, you know very well, don't you? Now that Ye Zhong and Ji Yerong are repeating to me what Lian Zhen and the others did to me back then, They stabbed the knife in my heart again and again, and you still told me to let her go, I tell you, it's impossible!"

Murong Zhuang is silent, he knows it, so he has been standing beside her silently watching all these years, but he can't do anything to help her.

"Yingluo, let's get out of here." Murong Zhuang snatched the phone out of her hand and threw it away, looking at her with eyes set in the vicissitudes of life, speaking earnestly.

Hearing this, Yun Yingluo was startled, and then laughed, with a desolate laugh, "I thought you would never say anything in this lifetime."

Helplessness flashed across Murong Zhuang's eyes, "I thought I wouldn't." But now he really can't bear to watch her continue to rot in this seemingly gorgeous but devastated Lianjia.

"It's too late...it's really too late." Yun Yingluo tried her best to break off the fingers on her wrist, "If you say this when Cheng'er dies, I will go with you desperately, But now it’s impossible. I have nothing, no matter how painful I am, I will make them suffer a million times more than me.”

The voice was ruthless, and the strength was astonishing. He opened his fingers and got up to get the phone.

Murong Zhuang listened to her words, trembling with fear, the moment she grabbed the phone, he exhausted all the courage in his life, hugged her for the first time, and trapped her tightly.

"Why do you have nothing? You still have Mingxi, and me..." Murong Zhuang lost his usual calmness and rationality, and growled.

Hearing the word "Mingxi", Yun Yingluo's body stiffened suddenly, her eye sockets were instantly engulfed by damp heat, and she broke down and cried loudly.

Murong Zhuang hugged her and sat limply on the ground. As long as she cried, he hugged her and sat on the ground for as long.

He had been looking forward to such a moment all his life, but he never thought that it would be under such a painful situation as hers, and his heart would be pierced like a knife.

The distress and heartache for her has already surpassed all my emotions.

Jiang Hanzhu left beforehand, leaving only Ji Yerong and Lian Mo in the ward.

Lian Mo has been in a coma and did not wake up again. In the middle of the night, Yan Xi gave him a fever-reducing injection. Now he has no fever and his face is still pale.

Ji Yerong stretched out his fingertips to gently touch his handsome outline. His skin was smooth and tender, and felt slightly cool to the touch. His fingertips followed the outline, and when he raised his hand again, he touched his soft and thick hair.

His fingertips ran down from the tip of his hair, and there was a black hair entangled between his fingers.

Ji Yerong stared at the short hair in his palm for a long time, then got up and walked to the door of the ward.

Song Yao and Shihuan were guarding the door, and the rest of the staff were on standby 24 hours a day downstairs.

Ji Yerong handed the sealed hair and a piece of blood-stained cloth to Song Yao, "Pass it to Lao Qi, I want to know what is the relationship between the hair and the blood!"

Song Yao stared at the thing in her hand with black eyes, and instantly understood what she meant, "Are you suspecting that the Crown Prince is not from Your Excellency?"

Ji Yerong didn't answer him, the blood-stained sheet was indeed Lian Zhan's.At that time, he was facing him, and the distance was very close, so when Ji Yerong shot, the blood splashed on the back of her hand, and then rubbed on her own clothes, which she had just cut off.

Yun Yingluo hates Lian Mo extremely, but loves Lian Zhan deeply, but Lian Mo doesn't care about Lian Zhan at all, even when Lian Zhan is dying in front of him, he doesn't respond.

This is so anomalous.

Song Yao took the things and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I will let Xu Jin (Lao Qi) give you an answer as soon as possible."

At 7 o'clock, Huo Yimo's suspicion was cleared. After a whole night of fatigue and bombardment, she had already had a mental breakdown and was unable to support herself.

Cheng Mu brought Huo Yuan over to pick her up. When she stood up, her legs were weak and she couldn't stand still. Huo Yuan felt distressed and quickly supported her.

Huo Yuan glanced at Cheng Mu calmly, "Thank you Secretary-General Cheng for taking care of Ximei."

With a smile on his thin lips, Cheng Mu glanced at Huo Yimo, and replied without shame: "It should be, we are all acquaintances, so don't be so polite."

Huo Yuan's eyes darkened.

Huo Yimo's expression was exhausted, his red eyes glanced at Cheng Mu, who was smiling but not smiling, and he leaned in his brother's arms silently.

"Momo, let's go home."

Huo Yimo nodded seemingly, walked out of the interrogation room with Huo Yuan's support, and followed her brother home.

When he walked to the door, he met Xu Sizhe and Lian Jing who hadn't left the presidential palace. When Lian Jing looked at him, Xu Sizhe looked over.

Huo Yimo's eyes carefully glanced at Xu Sizhe, and when he saw his eyes coming this way, he quickly shifted his eyes to avoid the intersection of the two people's eyes.

Knowing that he doesn't know anything, knowing that even if you look at each other, nothing will happen, but having a secret love will make people feel guilty, very unconfident, and don't even have the courage to look at each other.

When Huo Yuan's dark eyes swept over calmly, Xu Sizhe's hand on Lian Jing's shoulder tightened involuntarily.

From the corner of Lian Jing's eyes, he glanced at the white and slender finger on his shoulder, regained his senses, pretended nothing happened, "Let's go back."

"Okay." Xu Sizhe opened the car door for her gentlemanly, escorted her into the car, and put his hands on top of her head to prevent her from hitting the roof of the car.

The car disappeared from sight, Huo Yuan looked down at Huo Yimo, "Let's go home."

Huo Yimo nodded, and when she was about to get into the car, a person came across, walked around the back of the car and walked in front of her.

"Why are you here?" Huo Yimo breezed across his face, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Li Yangyu put his hands in his pockets, and there was a trace of uneasiness and worry in his calm eyes, "If you don't worry, come and take a look."

"But you—"

Before Huo Yimo finished speaking, Li Yangyu interrupted her, "I never told you that Cheng Mu is my brother." So it is not difficult for him to get in and out of the presidential palace.

Now Huo Yimo was completely stunned, staring at him full of disbelief and disbelief.

One was surnamed Cheng and the other was surnamed Li. It was impossible for her to connect the two of them together, thinking that they were actually brothers.

Li Yangyu glanced at Huo Yuan who was standing next to Huo Yimo. He never told Huo Yimo the truth because he knew that Huo Yuan and Cheng Mu were two people with completely opposite positions. He told her that he was worried that they would not be able to be friends. up.

If it wasn't for this time, Cheng Mu interrogated Huo Yimo, he still didn't want to say it, but he had to.

And he said it himself, it's better than letting her know it from Huo Yuan.

"I'm sorry, girl!" He sincerely apologized, even if she couldn't forgive his deception, it didn't matter.

Huo Yimo didn't speak, but looked back at Huo Yuan, Huo Yuan seemed to understand what she meant, and let go of her hand, "I'll wait for you in the car, don't take too long."

Huo Yuan got into the car, closed the car door, looked at Li Yangyu through the car window, his eyebrows tightened involuntarily: he deceived Momo.

Huo Yimo shifted his gaze from the car window to the person standing opposite, and said in a hoarse voice full of exhaustion, "If Cheng Mu hadn't interrogated me, would you have planned to keep hiding me?"

Li Yangyu's eyes were heavy, and he didn't answer her question, "Girl, we are friends, it doesn't matter whose brother I am."

When they met, he was Li Yangyu, and he would watch football games with her, eat together, and listen to her talking about how much she liked Xu Sizhe's Li Yangyu when she was drunk.

Huo Yimo was silent for a long time, seeming to be thinking, staring at him, nodded: "You are right, we are friends, it has nothing to do with who our relatives are. Then, we will always be good friends in the future, right?"

Because of her status, she has very few friends, and few of whom she can talk to. After knowing each other for more than a year, she unknowingly regards him as her confidant, whether it is happy or sad emotions, She will always want to share with him immediately, she doesn't want to lose this good friend easily.

"Of course." Li Yangyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her words.

"I'm too tired today, I went home and slept soundly, I'll contact you another day." Huo Yimo made a gesture of making a phone call.

"Go back and have a good rest, and I will take you to eat delicious food another day." Li Yangyu showed a warm smile.

Huo Yimo nodded, waved goodbye, turned and got into the car.

The car gradually drove out of the presidential palace, Huo Yimo leaned tiredly on Huo Yuan's body, drowsy.

Huo Yuan looked at her sideways, knowing that she was still asleep, and said abruptly, "Aren't you angry?" Li Yangyu lied to her.

Huo Yimo slowly opened her closed eyes, and pursed her lips: "I'm very angry, how could I not be angry." He paused, looked up at him, and said seriously: "But I don't want to lose this good friend more than being angry. "

Huo Yuan heard her voice-over, and a look of helplessness flashed across his eyes, "I see."

For this younger sister, he has always been responsive, without exception.

Huo Yimo hugged his arm, leaned on his shoulder, closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully for a while.

At 8 o'clock, Lian Mo still didn't wake up. Yan Xi gave him a checkup. There was no major problem. The reason why Lian Mo didn't wake up was because he lost too much blood. He needed to rest and recover his strength and energy.

Ji Yerong was always in the ward and never took a step away.

Shi Huan brought a set of clothes for her to change into. She was wearing a long black shirt, black trousers, and black sneakers. She then let her long hair fall casually over her shoulders, making her paler.

There is a reason for wearing this way, because around 7:40, a large number of people in black suits appeared in the presidential palace. They did not have any malice towards the presidential palace, but their malice was aimed at Ji Yerong.

Everyone gradually surrounded Yan Xi's laboratory building. Although there were Your Excellency's guards outside and ghost soldiers inside, everyone's hearts were still hanging in the air, and their dignified expressions were all for Ji Ye. Melt worried.

Worried about not protecting her well and causing her to get hurt again.

Song Yao also brought her usual gun and handed it to her, "Just in case!"

If Yun Yingluo was really crazy enough to lose her mind and chose to start a war in the presidential palace, they would try their best to protect Ji Yerong. Among other things, they would at least ensure that she would leave the presidential palace safe and sound.

Ji Yerong took the gun with a calm expression and placed it on the bedside. With a towel in his hand, he gently wiped the sweat off Lianmo's forehead. After wiping his face, he wiped his hands for him.

He hasn't woken up yet, and hasn't told her what that sentence is, and how she left.

Seeing this, Song Yao couldn't say much, and retreated silently, guarding the door of the ward with Shi Huan.

Ji Yerong stood at the window and saw the darkness downstairs through the glass. It seemed that Yun Yingluo was really crazy.

That's right, she took Lian Zhan so seriously, and now that Lian Zhan was shot and killed by herself, she didn't want to fight herself desperately!
(End of this chapter)