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Wen Lan screamed in fright and threw the paper bag tremblingly two or three meters away!

A bloody black dead cat rolled out of the paper bag, with a bright dagger stuck in its belly!

A piece of paper stained with blood fell to the ground.

It took Wen Lan a long time to calm down his emotions, and he bent down to pick up the paper.

"Don't be a bitch again" are four big black characters reflected on the white paper, which is shocking!

Xie Yansheng has now filed for divorce from An Zhen. Last night in the hospital, she and Xie Yansheng were seen together by An Zhen. An Zhen must have been so angry that he came to threaten her!

At the critical moment of Xie Yansheng's divorce, Wen Lan didn't want another incident to distract him, so he neither called the police nor told Xie Yansheng.

Before Wen Lan called the property management company, he curled up the piece of paper and threw it into the trash can.

Soon, a cleaner and security guard came. They put the dead cat into a paper bag, cleaned up the blood stains on the floor, and repeatedly promised to adjust the surveillance immediately. They also asked her if she needed to call the police.

She refused.

Because no matter whether the person behind the scenes is An Zhen or not, he will not leave any traces in the monitored area.

Even if she pulled out the surveillance camera, she would still be photographing an irrelevant person, and she wouldn't be able to find anything on her own.

After entering the room and locking it, Wen Lan was still frightened.

Even if she turned on the lights in the living room and all the bedrooms, she would still think of the dead cat with the dagger stuck in her subconscious from time to time.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, she was about to go to the hospital to be with Zhou Qiao when the call rang.

Seeing that the number was the one that Xie Yansheng called at noon, Wen Lan hurriedly opened it.

"Is it easy to talk now?" Xie Yan's deep voice quickly touched her heartstrings.

After a moment of confusion, she softly said "Hmm".

"In the morning, I made the paternity test results of An Zhen's son public to the An family and the Xie family." Xie Yansheng suddenly chuckled, "What do you think their reaction was?"

Wen Lan took a breath and couldn't help but worry about Xie Yansheng.

"An Zhen's son is still in hospital, why are you so anxious?"

"I want to end my marriage to An Zhen as soon as possible and be with you openly. Don't you want to?" Xie Yansheng asked softly.

At this moment, she no longer concealed her emotions and said "ok" firmly.

"In the hospital or Shuyuan Mansion, huh?" Xie Yansheng asked again.

"I'm getting ready to go to the hospital to stay overnight." She didn't hide her thanks from the banquet. "You said on the phone at noon that you were whipped again. Is the injury not serious?"

"We'll find out if the injury is serious or not! You're not allowed to accompany Zhou Qiao tonight, so you'd better stay with me." Xie Yansheng said jokingly.

"Don't bother me anymore at this time!" Wen Lan said with a stern face, "When you solve all the troubles, I will stay with you 24 hours a day!"

"Wen Lan, you must keep your word!" Xie Yansheng was overjoyed.

"Keep your word." She didn't disobey.

Xie Yansheng: "Then I won't see you these days. By the way, remember to remove me from your blacklist. Using a trumpet to call you feels like a thief."

"Okay." She said and took the initiative to end the call.

When I went downstairs, I immediately unlocked Xie Yansheng's contact information.

Arriving at the special care ward of the hospital, Wen Lan saw Zhou's mother lying on the nursing bed chatting with Zhou Qiao.

"We haven't seen you for a long time, and I feel that Qiaoqiao's complexion has improved a lot." Wen Lan smiled and said hello.

Zhou Qiao looked at Wen Lan seriously for the first time since he was hospitalized, "You are busy enough with TT things during the day. My mother and nurse are with me, so don't come here again at night. Go back and have a good rest."

"Auntie has been with you all day. Let auntie have a good sleep tonight. I won't leave tonight." Wen Lan took off his coat and put the luggage bag containing a change of clothes on the table.

Mother Zhou stood up in a hurry, said some kind words to Wen Lan, and finally compromised due to Wen Lan's repeated insistence.

Before leaving the ward, Zhou's mother took Zhou Qiao's hand again and said sincerely, "Your dad was so happy when he heard you drank half a bowl of porridge that he almost jumped off the hospital bed. You also know that your dad has been the most painful person since he was a child. If nothing else, you should think more about your dad."

"Mom, stop talking, I know what to do." Zhou Qiao's eyes became red again and she pushed Zhou's mother.

Wen Lan sent Zhou's mother out of the ward and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the open-air balcony had been sealed.

"Don't worry, I won't be able to think about it anymore -" Zhou Qiao bowed, his face frighteningly pale under the light.

"When I knew that Nuannuan died young, I couldn't wait to go and be with her right away. It was you who kept comforting me and encouraging me, and made me see hope in this difficult situation." Wen Lan sat on the edge of the bed.

"You know about my family. Wen Jinyin and Mrs. Wen only have plans for me. My marriage to Xie Yansheng was the result of their calculations. You are different from me. Even without Zhao Huan, you still have aunts and sisters who love you to the bone. Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Qiao said in a trembling voice, "I have never worried about money since I was a child. From my first love to Zhao Huan, I have never experienced anything like cheating or cheating. Maybe this kind of life is so perfect that even God is worried about it." can not watch anymore."

"Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory. Who knows what will happen tomorrow! I live more clearly now than before. I feel that life is only a few decades, so I should live a good life one day at a time." Wen Lan thought of himself and Xie Yansheng's uncertain future is inexplicably sad.

The two chatted leisurely, and when they were about to go to sleep, Wen Lan suddenly thought of Yangyang.

She tried sending Jiang Jingci a WeChat message to ask if Yangyang's illness was getting better.

To her surprise, Jiang Jingci, who always answered her questions, didn't reply.

She sent the message again, but still didn't get any response.

The more this happened, the more uneasy she became.

Maybe Jiang Jingci fell asleep and didn't see the message, she comforted herself.

As soon as she put the phone on the bedside, the screen lit up, and it was Jiang Jingci's call flashing on it.

She quickly huddled in the quilt and asked hurriedly: "Is Yangyang okay?"

Jiang Jingci was stunned and said perfunctorily "Nothing".

"Don't lie to me, has Yangyang's condition improved?"

Wen Lan still heard some perfunctory in his voice.

"I cough more at night than during the day. The nurse just gave me a nebulizer." Yangyang cried from Jiang Jingci's side.

Wen Lan lost all her sleepiness instantly. "The atomization is done, why is Yangyang still crying?"

"She must be feeling uncomfortable in her lungs." Jiang Jingci said anxiously, "You can't help, so stop pretending to care about my daughter."

Wen Lan felt heartbroken.

After ending the call, she lay on the bed for a while, then fumbled in the dark to put on her clothes.

"Is Mr. Jiang's daughter in the hospital?" Zhou Qiao reached out and turned on the wall lamp above.