Daddy, Here Is Mommy

"President..."

Ding Mo comes forward and looks down at Jiang Zhaowu.

"Start."

Lu Yi sinks her eyebrows, and the cold light in her eyes becomes extremely firm.

"Yes."

Ding Mo answered and said to the doctor.

"Doctor, everything is ready."

"Good."

The doctor answered and then took a small remote control. The thumb of the right hand pressed heavily.

The crystal coffin rose slowly, and Jiang Zhaowu completely appeared in front of them.

He sleeps like a sleeping prince in a fairy tale. Eyelashes do not blink, the face is not pale, but also floating shallow red. After sleeping for such a long time, he was not emaciated at all, and he was still so tall.

He had a lot of tubes on his head, wrist, arms, navel and ankle. The pipes are colorful.

The doctor concentrated and started the first operation.

Lu Yi remote sits in front of the computer and is responsible for inputting commands.

Ding Mo is responsible for monitoring instrument data.

The three worked together, and everyone's nerves were strained.

Ten minutes later.

Ding Mo's eyes trembled for a while.

A weak signal appeared in Jiang Zhaowu's pulse.

"Doctor, I have my pulse..."

"Mr. Lu, keep going

The doctor pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said happily.

“……”

Lu Yi Yao's cold lips are gently pursed, and her deep and narrow eyes are like a deep pool of cold water. The long fingerbones are shining.

The keyboard taps and the next command is entered again.

Although it was the first time for him to cooperate with the doctor, they cooperated very well. It seemed that they had cooperated with each other for a long time.

This may be because 'N9' was created by Dr. doctor's grandfather.

"Doctor, the heart starts to recover..."

After a while, Timothy's voice was excited again.

Lu Yiyao and the doctor's tense nerves did not relax. They were highly spiritual and focused.

"Doctor, the blood begins to flow..."

"Doctor, the cells in captivity start to be active..."

Ding Mo's voice became more and more excited.

However, even so, in the end, Jiang Zhaowu still did not wake up.

He can't push the nerves out of his brain.

……

Liuguang Pavilion.

Ziyun building.

Rong LAN knelt in front of the statue of Buddha and prayed with his hands together.

"Please help my son wake up safely."

"As long as he wakes up, I'll take ten years off."

"As long as he wakes up, I'm willing to take on the mistakes I made."

A sound, cone heart piercing.

Samsara cause and effect.

She suffered retribution in the end.

At that time, because of her jealousy and hatred of Rongyi, she did not hesitate to put the most strange poison on her, so that she became a person who was not dead but dead.

She didn't expect that Jun Mo Shang, who loves his wife so much, actually started her son who was just one year old after finding out the truth.

It's just, by chance, someone switched her son.

The dead child became Jiang Zhaowu's scapegoat.

Jiang Zhaowu was sent to the welfare home and went to Tianying at the age of 15.

If Lu Yiyao doesn't tell junlinchuan about it, I'm afraid he is still a happy cook at this time.

There are always accidents in life. And this accident, always keep pushing people forward.

"Please keep my son safe and sound..."

Rong LAN knelt in front of the Buddha and prayed sadly.

I don't know when, a fierce figure appeared at the door, he stood with his hands on his back, and the cold was raging all over him.

He looked at the back of Rong LAN, and a cold light slipped through his eyes.

I didn't expect that this gentle and elegant, generous and decent woman would have done such a vicious thing.

If it wasn't for her, how could Zhaowu be sent to the welfare home? How can you grow up alone? How can you experience such a dangerous situation now?

Because she suspected that he had an affair with Rongyi, she implicated their son. That led their son to another path.

In retrospect, it's really close.

How could Zhao Wu live to the present if it wasn't for the wrong circumstances?

How innocent is the child who just died for him?

Everything is because of this woman kneeling in front of Buddha and praying devoutly.

"Young master..."

Chu song came and called him softly.

This sound is a little high.

Rong LAN, kneeling in front of the Buddha, suddenly flicked open her closed eyes, and her hands trembled slightly.

"Young master..."The songs of Chu raised the volume again.

"What's the matter?"

Standing for a long time, Jun Linchuan's words were cold and his voice was filled with anger.

"Young master, there is news from Liuyun Pavilion..."

Chu song has not finished, Rong LAN can not help but stand up, turn around, look at the door, nervous way.

"Is Zhaowu awake?"

"Back to the eldest lady, the news just came from LiuYun pavilion that young master Zhaowu has recovered his vital signs..."

"Great, great..."

Rong LAN heard this sentence, excitement and joy condensed into tears, from the corner of his eyes. Then he turned around, folded his hands and bowed 90 degrees.

"Thank you Thank you... "

"Madam, master Zhaowu has recovered his vital signs, but he has not yet woken up."

Chu song next words let Rong LAN stiff in place, the tears in the eyes instantly solidified. The turn was very slow.

"What do you say?"

"Don't worry, madam. The doctor and Mr. Lu are still trying to figure out a way..."

Chu song lowered his head and did not dare to look at her.

"Do something about it?"

Rong Lan's lips, blood color lost.

This sentence, though hopeful, is also a bit of despair.

"Madam..."

"You go down first."

Jun Linchuan, who had not made a sound, was so cold that he interrupted the song of Chu.

"Yes, young master."

Chu song looked at Rong LAN, and her eyes were dark and obscure.

As soon as she turned around, there was a heavy door closing behind her.

Bang

Such a place of self-cultivation and blessing is not suitable for such a big movement.

Rong LAN couldn't help but look up at Jun Linchuan, who was walking towards her step by step.

Shadow, heavy.

"Linchuan, you?"

"Rong LAN, Rong Yi, are you really able to do it?"

Jun Linchuan in a step away from her stop, forced to pressure over the shadow will allow the whole person covered LAN.

The fragrance of the Buddha is full of the cold meaning.

"Linchuan, I..."

From Jiang Zhaowu's return to Jun's home, Rong LAN realized this. But when this day comes, she still can't face it calmly. Subconsciously, I want to deny it.

"Say, did you do it?"

Jun Linchuan is still carrying his hands, his tone is colder and sharper, and his voice volume is much higher.

Air, some solidification.

The chilly air permeated every pore of Rong LAN, and she could not help shaking.

"Linchuan, I saw you write to her..."

"I only ask you, yes or no?"

Jun Lin Chuan Mou center awn full show, deeply stabbed to Rong Lan that flustered and uneasy eyes.

He didn't have the patience to listen to her explanation. He just wanted to hear her own admission.