CEO's Imprisoned Wife

Rong Qian is dead.

When luofan first smelled the smell of blood and rushed into yanhaoyuan's room, the three left stunned there.

"Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian..."

Rong Hao was stunned and looked at the half dried blood in that place and Rong Qian who fell in a pool of blood. The whole person was suddenly bad.

"Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian..."

Rong Hao rushed forward and held Rong Qian in his arms.

Song Yang called Lao Zhang for the first time, while Luo fan went to get the first-aid kit.

It's just that it's too late.

Rongqian smiled, but there was no trace of temperature on her body.

"Rong Hao, I'm sorry."

Song Yang stepped forward and patted Rong Hao on the shoulder.

Even Rong Hao, who has always been strong, burst into tears.

How did this happen? How could this happen?

Within a day, his best brother became addicted to drugs, and his only sister committed suicide.

Rong Hao suddenly collapsed.

Song Yang and Luo fan looked at each other and found a touch of sadness in each other's eyes.

No matter what kind of person Rong Qian is, at least people are dead. All they can feel now is the sadness of life.

"Rong Hao..."

Luofan just patted Ronghao on the shoulder, but he didn't say anything more.

After all, there are some things that people who have not personally experienced can not fully feel the pain of their loved ones leaving.

As soon as Lao Zhang got the news from Song Yang, he rushed over at the fastest speed.

However, the result is still the same. Rong qian can't live.

"Alas, Song Yang, you'd better ask him to take care of the future affairs quickly, otherwise when there are more and more things tomorrow, I'm afraid he won't have time to deal with these trifles."

Lao Zhang left with a sigh.

Rong Hao still collapsed on the ground and held Rong Qian in his arms.

Song Yang and Luo fan also know that the more it is at this juncture, the more they can't persuade Ronghao, because there are some reasons that everyone knows, but they may not be able to treat it as if nothing has happened. So they happily restore the past.

Rong Hao left with Rong Qian in his arms.

Song Yang and Luo fan didn't ask him where he was going. They thought Rong Hao needed some time alone at this time.

But for Rong Hao's current state, Song Yang and Luo fan can't completely let go.

After a discussion, Luo fan sent someone to follow Rong Hao far away in case something happened to him again.

Song Yang and Luo fan stayed here and waited for several people.

So many things have happened in one day that no one can fully digest them.

Song Yang cleaned up the blood stains in Yan Haoyuan's room and looked at Yan Haoyuan lying in a coma on the bed. He couldn't help laughing at himself.

Sometimes, maybe sleeping over is a good way.

Because the more sober a person is, the greater the pressure he bears, and he is the more painful one.

After ensuring that the comatose people were all right, Song Yang and Luo fan were very tired and nestled on the sofa.

Unexpectedly, at this juncture, the two of them will fight side by side.

Song Yang and Luo fan looked at each other and smiled. Obviously, they didn't expect this situation today.

In the real experience of suffering, those small misunderstandings are not pleasing to each other, but they also seem so insignificant.

"News just came that Rong Hao buried Rong Qian in a cemetery on the outskirts of the city."

Luo fan put down his cell phone, frowned slightly and said to Song Yang.

Song Yang raised his hand wearily, pinched the center of his eyebrows, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Lao Zhang is watching here. We might as well go there."

After all, the dead are big.

That's what lofan meant.

The two discussed it, then washed their clothes, changed their black suits and drove to the cemetery.

After walking around the city for a while, I finally found a flower shop that hadn't closed yet and bought two bunches of chrysanthemums. Then I went to the cemetery.

By the time we arrived, it was already dark.

There were few people in the cemetery. Song Yang and Luo fan saw Rong Hao at a glance.

The two quietly walked over, put the bouquet on the ground, then stepped back behind Rong Hao and patted Rong Hao on the shoulder.

Ronghao's eyes turned red for a while. It was obvious that he had cried. He looked low and full of sadness and melancholy.

Song Yang and Luo fan stood here quietly with Rong Hao.

Until the next morning, Rong Hao, who had been stiff, finally moved.

"Let's go."

Rong Hao took a last look at Rong Qian's tombstone, then turned around and left without looking back.

Song Yang and Luo fan looked at Rong Hao. They both shook their heads reluctantly and followed up.

When I got home, it was more than eight o'clock, and Zhuge Xiaoxiao had woken up.

Wei Ling had been watching Luo Shaner last night. Later, he fell asleep, so that he didn't know much about the great changes outside.

When Rong Hao came back feebly, Zhuge Xiaoxiao was about to get angry with him, but Luo fan stopped him in time.

"Rongqian, she's gone." Luo fan took Zhuge's smiling arm, glanced at Ronghao and whispered in her ear.

For a moment, Zhuge Xiaoxiao suddenly lost all his anger at Rong Hao's injection of tranquilizer yesterday. All that remained was full of shock and heartache for Rong Hao.

"Rong Hao..." ZHUGE smiled and wrinkled his delicate eyebrows tightly. He gently called Rong Hao at the exit.

Rong Hao was like a walking corpse. Instead of talking to Zhuge and laughing, he returned to his room.

Zhuge smiled and asked Luo fan in a low voice, "Rong Qian is gone? What's going on?"

But only one night, how could such a thing happen?

Luo fan sighed and said concisely: "we don't know the specific situation, but when we smell the smell of blood, Rong Qian had an accident."

Zhuge smiled and frowned. Obviously, she couldn't understand why the living person who was still joking with them yesterday morning would be gone.

Luo fan patted Zhuge Xiaoxiao on the shoulder and said, "Rong Hao, he must be in a very low mood now. I'm afraid he can only listen to what you say. You should accompany him well these days, that is, song Junjie has me and Song Yang watching, and Lao Zhang is there. There won't be any big problem."

Zhuge smiled and nodded, then followed up and went to Ronghao's room.

Rong Hao locked it inside.

Zhuge Xiaoxiao quickly went to the utility room, found the spare key and opened the room.

When she went in, she found Rong Hao shrinking in the corner of the balcony like a wounded child, surrounded by huge curtains.

Zhuge walked over with a smile, stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and saw Rong Hao's shrinking little figure.

It's the first time Zhuge Xiaoxiao has seen Rong Hao so decadent and depressed for so long.

Zhuge Xiaoxiao's heart is full of heartache.

Zhuge squatted down with a smile, sat beside Rong Hao, reached out and held him in his arms, gently patted Rong Hao on the shoulder like a child.

"Ronghao, you and me, I will always be there. You will always be with you. I will never leave you alone."

Zhuge smiled and comforted Rong Hao with rare tenderness.

Rong Hao leaned against Zhuge Xiaoxiao's shoulder, endured the tears for so long and couldn't stop falling down again, lying on her shoulder and sobbing in a low voice.

At this time, the outside is busy.

Luo Shaner has a fever.

When Wei Ling woke up in the morning, he found that Luo Shaner had slept for so long and didn't wake up. Instead, his face was very flushed. Then he found something wrong.

After his little hand touched Luo Shaner's hot forehead, he was startled immediately, and then hurried out to inform Song Yang and Luo fan.

Song Yang hurriedly pulled Lao Zhang who was checking for song Junjie and took him to Luo Shaner's room.

"Uncle Zhang, take a quick look. Sister Shaner was still fine last night. She was just like this when she got up in the morning."

Wei Ling's clear eyes were full of anxiety and remorse. If she didn't sleep last night and stayed by Luo Shaner's side, maybe she wouldn't have an accident.

Although Song Yang was also worried about Luo Shaner, he was patient and shook Wei Ling's small hand, indicating that it was not her fault.

After Lao Zhang checked, he took a long breath, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said, "don't worry, she's just too excited for a moment, plus her original body is weak, so she won't get rid of the high fever. When I give her a fever reduction needle, and then have a good sleep, she'll be fine."

As he spoke, Lao Zhang had already injected Luo Shaner.

"Miss ling'er, please take care of her next. Just wipe her every half an hour."

Wei Ling heavily ordered his little head, "don't worry, Uncle Zhang. I will take good care of sister Shaner."

"Oh, I'll go and check song Junjie."

Uncle Zhang sighed, and then hurried to song Junjie's room.

Song Yang and Luo fan, who had been guarding Luo Shaner for a while, suddenly heard a crackling sound from the next room.

Yes, it is.

Song Yang and Luo fan looked at each other and guessed that it was probably Yan Haoyuan's drug addiction.

Lofan rushed out.

"Ling'er, take good care of Shan'er here. Remember, wait a minute. No matter what happens outside or what sound you hear next, you are not allowed to come out, you know?"

Song Yang looked solemn, held Wei Ling's shoulder and solemnly charged her.

Wei Ling seldom saw Song Yang and guessed that something out of control might have happened.

"Don't worry, I'll stay here."

"Good."

Song Yang kissed Wei Ling on the forehead, and then hurried out.

Sure enough, yanhaoyuan's drug addiction broke out.

Because they were worried about what big action Yan Haoyuan would make when he woke up, Song Yang and Luo fan locked Yan Haoyuan's room from the outside.

When Song Yang arrived, the room was already in a mess, and Luo fan and Yan Haoyuan fought together.