Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

Ning Qiaoqiao hurried in the direction of the operating room. When he got out of the elevator door, his foot sprained accidentally.

"Ah!"

"Be careful!" Lu Yao quickly held Ning Qiao and asked, "Miss Ning, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Ning Qiao moved his feet, smiled gratefully at Lu Yao and walked quickly to the door of the operating room.

Lu Yao took a look at Ning Qiao's back, shook his head with emotion and caught up.

When Ning Qiaoqiao just arrived at the door of the operating room, the light on the door of the operating room just went out.

It means the operation has been finished. She came in time!

The door of the operating room opened from the inside, and the doctor in light blue surgical clothes appeared at the door.

"Who is the patient's family?"

The doctor took off his mask and asked.

"It's me!" Ning Qiaoqiao stepped forward, eagerly looked at the doctor, and asked, "doctor, my... Grandma, how is she?"

The doctor took a look at the anxious Ning Qiao, another look at Lu Yao behind her, and said to Ning Qiao, "I'm sorry, we've tried our best."

Boom!

Ning qiaoru was struck by lightning!

"You... What did you say?" Ning Qiao looked at the doctor incredulously, and his voice trembled.

"When the patient came, his head was hit violently. We've tried our best. I'm sorry."

The doctor used to life and death looked calm.

Ning Qiao stared at the doctor, couldn't bear it, took two steps back, kept shaking his head and refused to accept the reality.

"Impossible, impossible... Impossible..."

Her mumbling sounds distressing.

Even Lu Yao, who always thought he didn't know what compassion was, looked at Ning Qiao with some pity.

"By the way, during the operation, we found that the patient was holding a bag in her arms. She kept holding it tightly. We wasted a lot of effort to take it out. The nurse will give it to you later."

The doctor added.

Ning Qiaoqiao stared at the doctor's mouth, his head seemed to be bored by a heavy hammer, his eyes blinked in a trance, and his body suddenly fell straight back!

"Miss Ning!"

Lu Yao shouted in the corridor.

……

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Ning Qiaoqiao had a long dream. In the dream, she heard Zhang's mother calling her all the time, but she couldn't see where Zhang's mother was.

Ning Qiaoqiao kept running in a dark fog

When he woke up again, Ning Qiaoqiao's body seemed to be filled with lead, and even the action of opening his eyes was very difficult.

"Miss Ning, you're awake."

A man's voice came from the side.

Ning Qiaoqiao turned his head and was stunned for a moment. The less sober brain reacted that it was Lu Yao.

"Mr. Lu."

Ning Qiao opened his mouth and his voice was as rough as sand and stone.

She frowned and felt a burning pain in her throat.

"It's me." Lu Yao helped Ning Qiao up and handed him a glass of water.

Ning Qiaoqiao took the water and took a drink. His voice felt much better. He paused, looked at Lu Yao and asked, "Mr. Lu, how long have I fainted?"

"Day and night." Lu Yao said, "the doctor said you were seriously overdrawn physically and mentally. I thought you were going to sleep another day. "

Ning Qiao was stunned, lowered his head, looked at the quilt silently, and made no sound.

Lu Yao glanced at Ning Qiao, took a bag from the side and handed it to Ning Qiao.

Ning Qiao looked up at the pocket and looked at Lu Yao with some doubts.

"Zhang's mother left it." Lu Yao said.

Like Yu shaomo, Lu Yao has read Ning Qiaoqiao's information, so he knows her interpersonal relationship very clearly.

Ning Qiao was stunned and reached for the pocket.

The bag is a very ordinary shopping bag, thick cotton and hemp; The original green bag has been blistered by blood now. After the blood is dry, the bag looks a little stiff.

Ning Qiao looked at the bag with fixed eyes and gradually tightened his hand holding the bag.

"Her graveyard has been selected. The body will be cremated after you have seen it." Lu Yao said.

Ning Qiaoqiao came back, nodded, lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "I'll see her."

The funeral home, which often appears in horror places in this novel, is where Ning Qiaoqiao stands for the second time.

The first time was because my mother died.

Mother Zhang's face doesn't look terrible at all. The makeup artist's skills are very good. Mother Zhang even looks a few years younger than when she was alive.

Ning Qiao looked at Zhang Ma's body with calm eyes.

Before she came, she looked at the shopping bag. There were three things in it.

A bloody passbook, 2000 yuan of cash, and a rotten strawberry cake

Her favorite strawberry cake.

"Shouldn't I take you?" Ning Qiao looked at Zhang Ma with fixed eyes and said word by word: "if I don't take you away, at least you're still alive now, aren't you?"

"It's all my fault, it's my fault... If I don't take you away, you'll still be alive now; If I didn't go to the bar to work, you wouldn't run out to me so late. "

Ningqiao's tears finally couldn't stop pouring down.

The staff in the funeral home looked at the scene indifferently. They were numb and could not feel it.

"Miss, it's time."

A staff member came up and said.

Ning Qiao looked at Zhang Ma with tears on his face and was sent to the burning stove by the staff.

In the red flame is Zhang Ma's calm and serene face

"Zhang Ma!"

Ning Qiao rushed over and was stopped by Lu Yao.

"Zhang ma..."

Ningqiao was so sad that he could hardly stand.

……

Ning Qiao rushed out of the funeral home with a black box in his hand.

Just now, the sky with a clear sky suddenly became gloomy, dark clouds shrouded the earth, and the wind gradually became stronger.

"Can you hold on?" Lu Yao looked at Ning Qiao's bloodless face with some worry. She was obviously too sad.

"I'm fine." Ningqiao said softly, holding the urn tightly.

She wants to take Zhang's mother on the last trip. She can't let others do it for her.

"Let's go." Lu Yao said.

Ning Qiaoqiao got in the car and took her to the cemetery.

Lu Yao chose a good cemetery for Zhang Ma, and specially invited people to practice funeral and mourning.

It was a beautiful funeral. Ning Qiaoqiao stood in front, listened to the sad cries around, and looked at the photos on Zhang Ma's tombstone.

"Miss Ning, your cell phone is ringing." Lu Yao suddenly handed over Ning Qiao's mobile phone.

Ning Qiaoqiao returned to his senses, looked down at the phone number on it, was stunned, picked up the phone and put it in his ear.

"Little bitch, I tell you, you'll get that old man back right away! She is our Ran's servant! What right do you have to take her! I told you to get her back in an hour! Or I'll call the police! "

Zhao Meihua's sharp voice seemed to pierce people's eardrums.