Deep love, the president's strength favors his wife

Chapter 8 Why Was It You Last Night
"Aren't you deceiving yourself? Not only have we met, we've even slept together." Chu Mohan didn't leave, and told her the truth in a deep and pleasant voice.

"Shut up!" Lu Qingying shot a fierce look over her.

"Okay, I won't say anything." Chu Mohan raised his hands to express his surrender. When he saw Lu Qingying turning around to leave, he asked her back: "Qingying, can you tell me that in the past ten years or so, What happened?"

Lu Qingying's footsteps froze, she turned around, snorted coldly, and said: "Hmph, Chu Mohan, why are you asking me hypocritically here, go back and ask your mother who is the same as the former, Ask your vixen aunt, isn't it more clear?"

All of Lu Qingying's hatred burst out at this moment, and she poked Chu Mohan's chest hard with her fingers every time she said a word.

Chu Mohan stood motionless, tolerant of her willful and extreme behavior.

He asked his mother and Lu Haichuan about Lu Qingying's whereabouts many times, but they all said they didn't know, and told him that it was Wang Yurong who cheated on her back then and was pregnant with a wild species, that's why Lu Haichuan divorced her.

"I want you to tell me." He looked at her firmly.

"Chu Mohan, do you like exposing people's scars so much? Well, I will satisfy you. It was your aunt who seduced Lu Haichuan, and your mother often made excuses to take my mother away to create opportunities for them. Later, she used her pregnancy to force her Leave my mother, do you know? My mother was also pregnant at the time, but they insisted on labeling her as a wild species. That’s not counting. My mother had already left Lu Haichuan and the Lu family, and they still didn’t let her go. After passing her by, he actually asked a hooligan to insult her and cause her to have a miscarriage."

Every word of Lu Qingying was full of hatred, and she tightly held the small hand hanging by her side, with her nails embedded in her palm, she didn't feel any pain at all.

Chu Mohan really couldn't believe that the truth was completely distorted by his mother. He was both guilty and angry, his sexy lips moved, trying to comfort Lu Qingying, but he couldn't say anything.

No wonder she hated him and the Chu family so much. If it was her, she would definitely do the same.

Lu Qingying stared at him bitterly, perhaps because of her anger, her breathing was very short, and her chest wrapped in a T-shirt also rose and fell.

"Chu Mohan, why was it you last night! I don't want to have anything to do with you, do you know?" Her voice was not loud, but it was painful.

After finishing speaking, she turned and walked back to the nursing home.

Chu Mohan stared at her back, but did not catch up. He didn't go into the nursing home until he lost sight of her. However, instead of going back to Wang Yurong's ward, he went directly to the dean. He wanted to know more about Wang Yurong Case.

When Lu Qingying returned to the ward, Wang Yurong had already fallen asleep after taking the medicine.

"Qingying, here is your mother's bill for this month." Sister Li handed her a stack of bills.

"En." Lu Qingying took the bill, although it was a few thin sheets of paper, but she felt extremely heavy.

"By the way, Qingying, I just heard from the dean that the Anhe Hospital where you work will have some foreign psychiatrists coming in a few days. Can you arrange for your mother to go for treatment?"

"I've heard about this too." Lu Qingying was a nurse in Anhe Hospital, so when she heard that there was an expert in this field, she went to ask the dean.

The dean replied to her that he could help her, but asked her to prepare about 100 million for treatment.

100 million!

It's not something she can handle.

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In the afternoon, when Lu Qingying went to pay her mother's medical expenses, she heard that someone had already paid for it. This made her very surprised, but before she recovered from her surprise, the phone rang, and Yu Xiaowan called She came with even more shocking news.

(End of this chapter)