I really don't want a second marriage

Shen Jiamu stubbornly raised his eyes and looked at Han Qing.

She can't tell anyone until it's all clear.

After all, Han Qing is Xueyou's eldest brother. If this matter is not handled properly, Xueyou may hate her.

Originally she was angry, she complained and sad.

But when she saw Xueyou lying in the bathtub covered with blood, weakly looking at her and saying she didn't want to live, Shen Jiamu felt a pain in her heart. At that moment, she felt like a devil.

She forced Han Xueyou to go this way!

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it." Han Qing stood up and said calmly, "you have a rest here first."

Han Qing said that he was going to go out. Shen Jiamu saw it and hurried forward: "can't you go in the intensive care unit now?"

"Yes, so you don't have to worry."

Shen Jiamu thought for a moment and felt that since she couldn't get in now, she couldn't stay here all the time. It's time for yetingchen to find out.

Thinking of this, Shen Jiamu said, "I'll go back today. I'll come to see her in 24 hours."

Hearing this, Han Qing's lips moved and finally nodded: "yes, your driver is still waiting for you outside. You can go back directly."

"Yes."

After saying goodbye to Han Qing, Shen Jiamu walked out of the room alone. When she came to the door, she turned back and said thank you to Han Qing. After all, he opened the ward and placed her here.

Han Qing raised his hand coldly, looked at the time on the wristwatch, and then said in a deep voice: "our company has something to deal with. You go back first."

Shen Jiamu paused. She thought Han Qing would be here with Han Xueyou. Unexpectedly

On second thought, the intensive care unit has a specially assigned person to take care of it 24 hours. Isn't it a waste of time for him to stay here?

Shen Jiamu was relieved and left the hospital with Uncle Jin.

On the way back to Haijiang villa, Shen Jiamu's face was still not very good-looking. Looking at the retrogressive scenery outside the window, she remembered the scene of Han Xueyou falling in a pool of blood.

The intensive care staff will take care of her in these twenty-four hours, right?

Thinking of this, Shen Jiamu closed her eyes and felt tired both physically and mentally.

Uncle Jin, who was driving in front, probably saw her discomfort and comforted her: "young grandma, Miss Shen is lucky. There will be no accident. Don't worry."

Hearing this, Shen Jiamu suddenly recovered. She opened her eyes and looked at Uncle Jin driving in front. After a long time, she said, "Uncle Jin, what's going on today..."

"Don't worry, young grandma. Uncle Jin has lived most of his life and won't talk nonsense."

Shen Jiamu smiled reassuringly, "thank you. I don't want to tell him. I just think... It has nothing to do with him, so I don't want to tell him."

"Young grandma's mind, uncle Jin understands."

Shen Jiamu said this but lowered her eyes. On the surface, she told uncle Jin that it had nothing to do with yetingchen, but... Really?

Is it really not because of them that Han Xueyou committed suicide?

After returning to Haijiang villa, when the sea breeze blew, Shen Jiamu shivered with cold. Zhu Yun greeted her, "is it very cold, young grandma? It's cold now. Hurry into the house."

After saying that, Zhu Yun noticed that Shen Jiamu's clothes were not the one she wore when she went out. She was a little confused. When she just wanted to ask, she saw Uncle Jin winking at her.

Zhu Yun is an old man here. Seeing this, he quickly took back the words to his lips. Shen Jiamu walked into the house in a daze. Zhu Yun looked at her back and disappeared in his sight before walking forward to ask.

"Uncle Jin, what happened today? Grandma doesn't look good."

Hearing this, uncle Jin sighed, "I did encounter something today, but it's no big deal. It's been handled."

"Uncle Jin, what's the matter? Tell me about it."

Zhu Yun couldn't help asking.

Uncle Jin was so curious about her that he felt that the girl should not talk nonsense. He had to tell Zhu Yun what happened today. It was roughly that Shen Jiamu went out to see a friend. As a result, the friend didn't know what it was because of. It might be that he was hurt, or he was stimulated to commit suicide, and then they found out in time and sent him to the hospital.

After hearing this, Zhu Yun nodded: "my good friend suddenly committed suicide. She should have been shocked. In this way, uncle Jin, I will comfort her mood. I won't talk about it. It's getting late. Go back to bed early."

"Well, I know you are smart and clever, so I'll go first."

When Shen Jiamu returned to the room, he sat on the sofa and looked at the front, but his eyes had no focus.

Zhu Yun brought in a cup of hot soup: "young grandma, drinking a bowl of hot soup can warm up a little."

Looking at the steaming soup, Shen Jiamu suddenly saw Han Xueyou falling in a pool of blood. Gradually, the smelling soup turned into fishy blood, which pounded her sight and brain.

Shen Jiamu's pale lips trembled at this moment. Zhu Yun found something wrong with her. He just frowned suspiciously and prepared to ask, but Shen Jiamu suddenly screamed and directly reached out to shoot off the bowl.

Bang!

The glass bowl suddenly fell to the ground and broke into pieces of glass. Zhu Yun was startled and glared: "young grandma, your hand!"

Shen Jiamu felt a burning pain in her hand. Hearing Zhu Yun's voice, she calmed down and found that those were not blood, but a bowl of soup. Zhu Yun looked at her suspiciously

She was surprised what she had done. Shen Jiamu bit her lower lip angrily: "I'm sorry, Zhu Yun, i... I just..."

"Grandma, it's okay." Zhu Yun was shocked when she apologized to herself. He came back to comfort her for a long time: "I've heard uncle Jin say everything about you. It's normal for me to lose my mind at this time. If grandma can't drink the soup now, or take a bath first, I'll bring you the soup later."

"You know this? You..."

"What happened?"

Shen Jiamu's eyes widened. Just when she wanted to tell Zhu Yun not to talk about it, there was a low voice of yetingchen outside.

Her face suddenly changed. Is yetingchen coming back now?

Thinking, yetingchen in a wheelchair already appeared in the room. Shen Jiamu looked at yetingchen in amazement.

"Young master, you are back."

After yetingchen entered the house, he was stunned to see the embarrassment on the ground, and then looked at the pallor of Shen Jiamu's face.

Shen Jiamu's heart beat faster and subconsciously looked at Zhu Yun.

"What's going on?"

Zhu Yun reacted quickly, grabbed in front of Shen Jiamu and replied, "I'm sorry, young master. I accidentally slipped my hand and burned my young grandmother!"