Love You To The Bones

Although Fang Yanrong tried her best to suppress her hatred, her soft voice still contained a sharp and cruel spirit. She was stabbed by that sharp and cruel spirit. Fang Xiaoran woke up completely, quickly released her hands, shook off Shen Zichuan's arm, looked down and found that she looked very embarrassed and embarrassed at this time.

The whole body is wet, the hair is still dripping, and the blue skirt clings tightly to the body as if it were the second set of skin, resulting in the exposed curve.

Shen Zichuan stood in place without expression and didn't answer Yan Rong's questions. His face and breath were cold with ice residue.

Fang Yanrong turned a blind eye to Xiaoran's embarrassment and walked over to hold Shen Zichuan's arm. Her voice was sweet and soft. "Brother Zichuan, there are too many women who always want to rely on men to get on the top. It's not worth being angry for such a woman."

Wang Xiaoya stared at Fang Xiaoran and remembered that Fang Zhenghua had been imprisoned in prison for nearly two years. She remembered that her daughter Fang Zhaoxuan had to drop out of the bilingual kindergarten. Her eyes were red with hate. When she came into contact with Fang Yanrong's light glance, she blinked in surprise and pretended to be careless, "Eh, isn't this the Secretary of the president of Jingran company? It's said that you are also the girlfriend of President Xiao Jingcheng. Xiao Jingcheng is looking for your people everywhere outside. Strange, why are you here?

Secretary Fang, don't you know that Mr. Shen is Yanrong's fiancee. It's a little inappropriate for you to come to talk to Mr. Shen because you are so wet and disheveled? "

Originally, Fang Xiaoran was frank and admitted that she didn't have any intention to seduce Shen Zichuan, but Wang Xiaoya deliberately said so, which seemed to be true. She did have that kind of shameless idea.

After the embarrassment, Fang Xiaoran became more calm. She raised her head and looked at Fang Yanrong and Wang Xiaoya calmly. Finally, she fell on Shen Zichuan's expressionless face. For the first time, she said calmly without hatred or emotion, "sorry, I drank too much just now. You have a lot of words and things you have done. Just think nothing has happened."

She looked fair and aboveboard and apologized for her mistakes, which made Fang Yanrong and Wang Xiaoya don't know what to say.

Instead, Shen Zichuan looked at Fang Xiaoran's calm face, but from her eyes, she saw the stubbornness, despair and pain hidden at the bottom of her eyes.

It was as if he had done many things to hurt her.

How is that possible?

He thinks he is not a pure good man, but it is not his consistent style to hurt a delicate and weak woman who has no ability to fight back.

This woman must be acting, it must be.

After several encounters, she used to play for him.

Repressing a strange feeling of rising in his heart, Shen Zichuan didn't look at Fang Xiaoran or Fang Yanrong again. He turned and walked away indifferently.

"Brother Zichuan, wait for me."

Fang Yanrong glared at Fang Xiaoran and saw Shen Zichuan go farther and farther, anxiously following up.

Since he asked him to help Fang's enterprise raise its share price again last time, he has always had such a cold expression on her.

Privately, he has never been too intimate with her, but he will also give her the necessary respect on necessary occasions. The so-called mutual respect is like ice, which is probably the case.

But Fang Yanrong was unwilling. He could have moved his heart to Fang Xiaoran, who was good for nothing. Why couldn't he move his heart to her?

Shen Zichuan walked through the dark corridor and just came to the elevator door. The mobile phone in his trouser pocket rang.

He took it out and scanned his eyes. It was his father's attending doctor.

Frowning, he put his cell phone in his ear and said softly, "well, it's me!"

At the other end of the phone, there was a strong American English accent, "Mr. Shen, let me tell you a good news. Your father just opened his eyes and tried to say a few words. He spoke Chinese. It's a pity that none of our doctors and nurses understood..."

The thing that had not held much hope for a long time, suddenly came a surprise. Rao is a mature and restrained man like Shen Zichuan, whose joy and anger are not in color. The cold heart in his chest softened in a moment.

Take the mobile phone away a little, as if it is far away, so that you can breathe more smoothly.

About seven or eight seconds later, he began to speak, with a clear and cold voice, "what do you mean, my father will wake up soon?"

"You can say so, but not necessarily."

"What do you mean?"

"Your father did wake up for a while, but he didn't last for half a minute and fell into a coma again, so I think so. Maybe today is a very special day for him, and the hidden consciousness in his brain urges him to wake up."

"OK, I see."

After receiving the mobile phone and putting it into his trouser pocket, Shen Zichuan frowned, narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, stepped into the elevator and kept thinking about what the attending doctor mentioned.

Is today a special day for my father?

In the end what is it?

Ning Mei thought for less than half a minute. Shen Zichuan called Fan Wei and asked him to trace all his father's deeds, the sooner the better.

When his figure disappeared in the elevator, Fang Yanrong and Wang Xiaoya came out of the dark corner side by side. The two looked at each other and looked worried from each other's eyes.

Obviously, they heard Shen Zichuan's conversation clearly.

Fang Yanrong's face turned white with fear, and her sharp long nails deeply pierced into the delicate skin of the palm. The more pain, the more sober her reason will be.

Wang Xiaoya took the lead in returning to her mind, glanced at the corridor where people came and went, took Fang Yanrong's arm, pulled the people aside, and whispered, "Mr. Shen's father is about to wake up. What are you going to do?"

At that time, Fang Yanrong asked her for a hallucinogenic drug, and she also gave some, but the dose was not large enough to kill people.

Because Wang Xiaoya knows each other's Yanrong's vicious character very well. In case of human life, Fang Yanrong will push her out without hesitation.

Later, when she learned that Shen Zichuan's father was pushed down from the balcony by Fang Xiaoran and fell into a vegetable, Wang Xiaoya understood that Fang Yanrong actually used hallucinogenic drugs on old man Shen because old man Shen prevented her from marrying Shen Zichuan and designed to get Fang Xiaoran to Shen Zichuan's bed. In this way, the woman who finally married Shen Zichuan was replaced by Fang Xiaoran.

Therefore, on the one hand, Wang Xiaoya needs to rely on the power of Fang Yanrong's family to live well, on the other hand, she is afraid of each other's ruthlessness.

You have to guard against the tiger.

"What should I do?"

Fang Yanrong smiled faintly, and the gloomy look on her face turned and changed, "it's very simple. The dead will keep it secret, and there's no chance to tell the truth."

The old thing was about to wake up, which was no less than a bolt from the blue for her.

Six years ago, Shen Zichuan suddenly secretly transferred his father to m country for treatment. There was no news from his mouth. Fang Yanrong was so anxious that she couldn't sleep and eat.

In the first two months, her father Fang Xinyuan's blood needs to be extracted and delivered to the old thing. Two months later, a matching blood type was found in country m, so there is no place to need her father anymore.

If she hadn't bothered Shen Zichuan to give her the title of fiancee, I'm afraid the Fang family would have gone bankrupt and become ordinary citizens.

I thought she would marry Shen Zichuan at the end of this year. She was gorgeous and transformed into Mrs. Shen with the name of zhengyanshun. Unexpectedly——

First, Fang Xiaoran, who has lived for six years and died without seeing a corpse, dragged a daughter of mixed race leukemia out to stir up trouble. Now the old thing is about to wake up. One by one, it's disturbing.

It doesn't matter. If she's dead, no one can stop her from marrying Shen Zichuan!

Thinking of this, Fang Yanrong pulled her fingers hard at the wall behind her, her face was cold, and her eyes were even colder.