The wealthy wife: the black-bellied husband is so charming

Chapter 247 What is He Killing Me?
No.1 civilian hospital.

There was a rush of footsteps coming from the long corridor outside the intensive care unit, and there was a slight panting sound from the intense running. Ye Weiliang and Jun Qingcheng ran in in one breath.

Jun Lie was sitting on the rest chair outside the ward, and the bright lights in the corridor shone on his handsome profile, illuminating his handsome face.Hearing footsteps, he raised his head——

Ye Weiliang stood in front of him, her face flushed from shortness of breath, and her clear eyes were full of nervousness, "Little uncle."

Before Meng Haoran could speak, Jun Lie, who was at the side, spoke, his voice was faint, and he couldn't tell what it meant, "Qingcheng, the old man only wants to see Ye Weiliang, as if he has something to tell her."

Jun Qingcheng frowned slightly, stared at the old man lying inside through the window of the intensive care unit, then looked at the woman beside him, and said lightly, "Go in, Grandpa wants to see you, he must have something to say to you." You say, but Wei Liang, no matter what he says, don't care about it, don't take it to heart."

Ye Weiliang looked at Jun Qingcheng's indifferent expression in astonishment.

A doctor came over and motioned Ye Weiliang to follow him, Ye Weiliang was led into the intensive care unit.

Long silent corridors, white walls, harsh lights.

Jun Qingcheng froze in place like a fossil, and the frozen expression on his face revealed the trembling tension and fear in his heart.

He was suddenly terrified. In the hospital, the strange, deathly aura frightened his fragile heart a little bit.

Let Ye Weiliang go in, okay?

What if the old man said something?
But he had no choice, he couldn't let Ye Weiliang find out.

Uncle Feng stood behind him.

"Master—"

"Uncle Feng, there is no need to say anything now, I don't want to hear anything now!"

The ICU was so quiet that there was only the sound of the old man's laboriously protracted breathing.

Ye Weiliang looked at the oxygen mask on Grandpa Jun's face, watched the transparent mask rise and fall, and approached Grandpa Jun.

At this time, Grandpa Jun opened his eyes little by little, and the originally dry eyes slowly glowed with light, as if he had been waiting for Ye Weiliang.

His hand moved little by little, holding Ye Weiliang's hand little by little.

Ye Weiliang felt the last bit of warmth from that hand.

The oxygen mask was turned to one side, Grandpa Jun's chapped lips trembled, Ye Weiliang had to bend down to hear Grandpa Jun's trembling voice, "Ye Weiliang, you witch... witch..."

Ye Weiliang felt grandpa's hand raised little by little, as if pointing in a certain direction, Ye Weiliang looked sideways, and she saw Jun Qingcheng and Meng Haoran outside the window of the intensive care unit.

Ye Weiliang watched his grandfather raise his hand little by little, pointing at the two people.

A faint voice reached her ears, and every word seemed to be a drawn-out breath.

"Ye Weiliang. Only you can make Qingcheng calm or crazy...you have to help me...the hatred that haunted him in the past will dissipate...don't let him hate anymore...and remember to keep them away Jun Lie, he...he is not...he is not..." After a pause: "It was him...he killed me..."

"What did he kill me?" Ye Weiliang followed Mr. Jun's gaze and looked at the two men outside, who killed who?

(End of this chapter)