Evil husband, you stand in my way!

Chapter 181

No, absolutely not let Aunt Liu know, if she knows everything, she will be finished.

To repay kindness and revenge, he is a white-eyed wolf who repays kindness and hatred, how can this be possible?

He couldn't help clenching his fists, absolutely not letting Aunt Liu know that he indirectly killed her daughter and his own child.

"Her daughter is dead?" Song Haibo asked lightly, frowning slightly.

Ning Yun's breathing stagnated, a deep pain flashed in his bottomless eyes, and his voice trembled, "Yes." He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Song Haibo's eyes.

Simply, Song Haibo didn't speak any more, just sighed and looked at his wife distressedly.

Perhaps, this is God's will.

The door of the ward was opened, and Song Yulang walked in from the outside. When he saw the condensation cloud, he was stunned for a moment, but his surprised expression was quickly suppressed, and he asked calmly, "How is Mom?"

Ning Yun felt Song Yulang's gaze, and clenched his fists unnaturally.

"She should have been greatly stimulated and passed out. When I woke her up, she just opened her eyes and passed out again. She was hit too hard." Song Haibo didn't look at his son, his eyes kept falling on Liu Zhihui's face , Said lightly.

"Don't irritate Mom anymore. When she wakes up, Dad will take Mom back home. It will only stimulate her memory here." Song Yulang said calmly. He is a doctor, and he knows that Mom can't be irritated anymore.

"When she wakes up, I will take her back immediately, and I will never let her come to this place again." Song Haibo said softly with a trace of pain in his eyes.

"Are you Yu Fei's husband?" Song Haibo suddenly looked at Ning Yun and said calmly.

"I am." Ning Yun lowered his eyes and replied softly, with an extremely respectful look.

"Let's leave it at that about Yufei. You don't want to appear in front of Zhihui again. I don't want her to recall any painful memories." Song Haibo's voice was gloomy, and his sharp eyes flashed. A kind of light that is not angry and majestic.

"Yes." Ning Yun was startled, he still wanted to take care of Liu Zhihui from now on to make up for the heinous mistake he made, why did Song Haibo not let him get close to Aunt Liu again.

Although he thought so in his heart, he still looked respectful on the surface. He is a smart person and knows how to deal with his superiors.

"You go back." Song Haibo waved his hand and said lightly.

"Then I'll go first, please minister to take good care of Aunt Liu." Ning Yun said respectfully, her drooping eyelashes closed her eyes, she stepped back lightly, and slowly closed the door.

After Ning Yun exited the room, Song Yulang looked at his father with deep thought in his eyes, "Dad, I always feel that this man is not simple."

"Why do you say that?" Song Haibo's eyes fluctuated, he turned his head to look at his son, and asked indifferently.

"When Li Suotong came to see the wound on his face that day, he came with him." Song Yulang looked at the closed door, his eyes were still suspicious, he always felt that Ning Yun was not simple.

"He is your mother's son-in-law, how could he be with Li Yantong?" Song Haibo finally faced up to this question, and his mind turned.

"I think we have to investigate the whole incident carefully." Song Yulang looked at the unconscious mother, with a firm look in his eyes.

Liu Zhihui's eyelashes moved slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Song Haibo grabbed Liu Zhihui's hand and said distressedly: "You finally woke up."

"Mom, are you okay?" Song Yulang stood behind and said with concern.

Liu Zhihui's tears flowed down, she hugged Song Haibo's neck tightly, and burst into tears, "Yu Fei, Yu Fei is gone..."

Song Haibo just hugged his wife distressedly, patted Liu Zhihui's back lightly, and didn't speak.

Even though he spoke eloquently when he was in the work unit, he couldn't find any words of comfort in the face of his wife's collapsed emotions.

Song Yulang just stood by and didn't say a word. At this time, any words are pale.

I am sorry for your loss?do not Cry?do not be sad?These are all nonsense, who will not be sad or cry after his daughter dies, he will not say those hypocritical words.

"Zhihui, let's go back, okay?" Song Haibo couldn't bear to see his wife so uncomfortable, so he coaxed softly.

Liu Zhihui wiped away the tears that kept rolling down, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to see Yufei's grave." Her daughter, who was unable to see her during her lifetime, was sent to her by her unqualified mother after she died. Let's go.

"Okay, I'll arrange it." Song Haibo said softly, "Don't cry and damage your eyes."

"No, I want to see it myself." Liu Zhihui sat up from the bed with red eyes, and was about to leave the ward with her shoes dangling.

Song Haibo stopped her, "Don't be like this, okay? I'll go see it when I recover."

"No, I'm going to see it now, my poor daughter." Liu Zhihui's tears flowed down again, she firmly waved away Song Haibo's hand, and walked towards the door.

"Okay, Lang'er and I will accompany you." Song Haibo couldn't resist Liu Zhihui, so he had to compromise.

Liu Zhihui no longer refused, let her husband and son follow her, left the ward, and drove to the Qian family's villa again.

When Ning Yun came out of the hospital, he broke out in a cold sweat. When he thought of Song Yulang's meaningful eyes, there was a cold light on his back. You know, the doctor saw Li Yutong go to the hospital with him. Do you doubt anything.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, and he dialed Sheng Fengjin's phone number, with a hint of coldness in his voice, "Is the place where Yang Hanying and Yang Yazhu are being held secret enough?"

A gentle smile bloomed on Sheng Fengjin's face, and his voice was as gentle as the gurgling water in spring, warm and pleasant, "Brother, don't worry, I always do things with great confidence, they can't run away of."

"That's good. How many people know about the collapse of Hengda's building?" He looked through the rearview mirror to see if anyone was following him, and said calmly.

"Three or four, what's the matter?" Sheng Feng drank the red wine methodically, carelessly taking it to heart.

"People have locked them up. I think someone will come to investigate this matter. Don't let them find out any clues." Even in such a tense time, Ning Yun's mind is still calm, and he calmly arranges the reception. Down direction.

(End of this chapter)