Love You To The Bones

"Let's go and get ready to work."

Ji muyuan heard Shen Zichuan's words from the surveillance video, immediately kicked away song Zijian, who was crowded in front of him, quickly cut off the surveillance screen, put his mobile phone into the trouser pocket of camouflage clothes, the killing machine at the bottom of his heart soared, and his temples exploded.

Cheng LAN has been teasing these people for nearly two or three months. Based on his understanding of Shen Zichuan, if this man really wants to start, he will definitely let Cheng LAN feel the taste that life is better than death.

Song Zijian didn't keep up with Ji muyuan's pace, but stood in place, picked a beautiful eye and tail, and smiled. "Xiao Jizi, I'll give you the job of beating Cheng LAN unconscious with one punch. I'd better be a quiet good baby without blood."

"Get out!"

Ji muyuan was really full of tricks. He didn't bother to look at the silly fork more. He went out without expression. He went into the VIP luxury ward next door and looked at each other with Shen Zichuan. He whirled behind Cheng LAN like a gust of wind, raised his powerful iron arm, raised his knife, and struck Cheng LAN on the back of his neck.

"Ah..."

Cheng Lanzheng looked down at Fang Xiaoran on the bed and said some insincere words of concern. Unexpectedly, he was slapped on the neck and only screamed in time. The whole person collapsed on the ground like a mangy dog with his spine pulled out. He was unconscious.

Shen Zichuan glanced down at Cheng LAN, who was in a coma. A cruel sneer came up at the corners of his mouth, "Mu yuan, drag her to the laboratory to test her blood type first, and wait until the results come out."

"OK."

Ji muyuan nodded, bent down and grabbed Cheng Lan's collar behind her, relaxed and pulled her out of the ward like an eagle holding a chicken, stepped into the elevator with song Zijian standing in the corridor and rushed to the laboratory on the second floor.

There, there were doctors who had been told for a long time.

At the moment, Fang Xiaoran, lying motionless on the hospital bed, doesn't know all this arranged by Shen Zichuan.

Since she was unconscious, she has been lying down for about 11 and a half hours. She still closes her eyes, her face is pale, and there is no sign of waking up.

Shen Zichuan Shenling's eyelids moved, rolled the two wheels of the wheelchair with both hands, reached the bedside closer, poured a glass of water, didn't give himself a drink first, but took a spoon, scooped a small half of it, slowly sent it to Fang Xiaoran's dry white lips, gently pried open her tightly closed lips a little, and sent the slightly warm boiled water into her mouth.

But at this time, Fang Xiaoran didn't have any consciousness and wouldn't take the initiative to swallow, so that the tea choked in her throat and gradually overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing the water stains on the corners of her mouth, Shen Zichuan immediately realized that feeding her water in this way had little effect.

He quietly sipped his thin lips. Without hesitation, he looked up and drank a sip of water, then slowly lowered his head, inch by inch to Fang Xiaoran's lips, dexterously opened her lips with the tip of his tongue, and slowly crossed the tea into the depths of her throat.

In this way, he fed Fang Xiaoran several cups of tea in this way until her dry lips gradually recovered a trace of blood color.

Shen Zichuan put the teacup back on the bedside table. Her slender fingers fell back on her soft lips and couldn't leave. A slightly thick thin cocoon on her thumb gently stroked her lips back and forth and muttered in a low voice, "wife, can you wake up quickly? Baby needs you, children need you, and I... Need you more!"

The man's gloomy voice, mixed with unspeakable guilt and regret, echoed gently and gently over the silent ward.

But he waited for a long, long time, and didn't wait for Fang Xiaoran's answer. Only a wisp of whispering wind came in through the gap of the French window.

I don't know how long later, Ji muyuan and song Zijian rushed in with the freshly released report. They saw Shen Zichuan bend down and stick a haggard and thin face tightly to Fang Xiaoran's small white hand. The two big men looked at each other and were stunned for a moment.

Ji muyuan reacted faster and immediately handed over the report conclusion, "Zichuan, the results came out. We didn't expect that Cheng Lan's blood type really didn't match your woman's blood type. In short, she and your woman really didn't have a mother daughter parent-child relationship."

"No wonder I thought something was wrong with the old woman. Sure enough, she had nothing to do with her little sister-in-law."

Song Zijian also narrowed his eyes and nodded. Looking at Shen Zichuan, he slowly raised his head, suddenly opened his empty and cold eyes, and suddenly smiled coldly, "an out of class 18 line little star dares to count on my head. Good, good, good!"

Bang!

The man took back Fang Xiaoran's right hand, clenched it into an iron fist, and hit the solid mahogany bedside table with all his strength, which made the bottles and cans placed on it rattle.

The next second, Ji muyuan and song Zijian heard another crack.

The two men suddenly looked down and saw that the man sitting in the wheelchair was expressionless but haunted with a murderous spirit. He clenched the handrails on both sides of the wheelchair with both hands. Suddenly, he pinched the wooden handrail and cracked a thick gap. He almost had to dismantle the whole wheelchair.

This shows how fierce and domineering the anger in a man's heart is.

Song Zijian did not dare to provoke Shen Zichuan, who was in a rage. He hid behind Ji muyuan and pushed him. He said, "Xiao Jizi, the opportunity to show your superb skills in a critical moment has come. You can go first!"

Timid and overcautious, Ji Mu had no desire to make complaints about the stupid fork. He rushed to Shen Zichuan, and quickly rushed to the crumbling wheelchair. He looked at his face with a glimmer of tears. He could not even see the expression. He was very frightened, and hurried to his voice to comfort him. "Zichuan, this is not the time to deal with Cheng LAN. It is urgent to determine who Fang Xiaoran's biological mother is, and then find all Fang Xiaoran's relatives through each other. How much can you find?"

"Then, we will arrange those people to the hospital to do bone marrow matching test for bao'er. If we find one more person, we will have more opportunities to treat bao'er."

"Zichuan, Fang Xiaoran hasn't woke up yet. It's not her physical reason, but she can't bear the pain of losing bao'er psychologically. Her subconscious doesn't want to wake up and just wants to escape this very painful thing. Therefore, as long as we find the matching bone marrow and tell her the good news, she will wake up soon."

I have to say that Ji muyuan's words spoke to Shen Zichuan's heart.

The man quickly recalled that when Cheng LAN and Cheng Shuyu came to the hospital to give Fang Xiaoran blood transfusion, one bag of blood type met and the other bag did not.

Now, if Cheng Lan's blood doesn't match, it means Cheng Shuyu's match.

Shen Zichuan immediately turned his head and burst into a dazzling cold light at the bottom of Ling lie's eyes. "Mu yuan, thank you. I know what to do. If I guess right, Cheng Shuyu, Xiao Jingyi's mother, and Xiao Wenyuan, are likely to be my wife's biological parents."

Xiao Jingyi, the evil man who somehow killed him and almost killed him several times, is more likely to be Fang Xiaoran's brother.

What a fucking surprise!

But now is not the time to sigh.

Ji muyuan and song Zijian had already made some psychological preparations for this matter. After listening to Shen Zichuan's words, they were not too shocked. Only song Zijian started a joke at the end of his eyes, "Wocao, brother Zichuan, in this way, won't Xiao Jingyi's dead pervert become your brother-in-law? Hahaha, he wants your life again and again. As a result, you finally got together with his own sister. I really want to see what face Xiao Jingyi will show after learning the news!"

Shen Zichuan felt depressed when he heard the speech. His slender fingers took a cigarette from the cigarette box on the bedside table. The cigarette was sandwiched between his fingers. However, considering Fang Xiaoran's physical condition, he didn't light it, but squeezed it hard and crushed it in a moment.

He frowned, threw the crushed cigarettes into the trash can, tapped his fingers on the bedside table and said coldly, "Zijian, you find a nurse to accompany you here. Mu yuan and I go to find Cheng LAN for the next step of the plan."