Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Wen Zhihuai sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression on his face.

He raised his eyes to look at Old Man Wen: "Dad, according to my guess, this person may be a ghost. You have to be psychologically prepared..."

Mr. Wen was taken aback for a while, but he didn't react for a while. What did Wen Zhihuai's words mean?

He trembled and asked, "What psychological preparations should I do? I find that the poisoned person will be executed directly according to the law."

Wen Zhihuai's eyes flickered and he let out a low sigh.

Some things were too cruel, and he really didn't have the heart to tell Old Man Wen.

Forget it, wait until there is conclusive evidence, and then tell him.

It is also good for him to have a buffer stage.

Wen Zhihuai sent Uncle Qi to investigate.

Wen Muchu and Lan Xiao were not idle either.

After they discussed with Wen Zhihuai, they decided to come up with a plan.

Therefore, in the middle of the night, Wen Muchu passed the news that he had set off with a fever.

Wearing slippers, Bai Huien gently opened the bedroom door, squinting at the busy servants outside.

She even saw several doctors in white coats who were invited to the third floor by their servants.

Bai Huien's eyes flashed slightly, she walked out of the bedroom and called a servant to ask.

"Noisy, what happened?"

The servant lowered his head and replied with a flustered whisper: "Madam, the young master is a little uncomfortable, he seems to be a little hot. The husband is worried about the young master's body, so Uncle Qi asked the doctor to come and see..."

There was a trace of pity on Bai Huien's face, and she sighed: "Okay, how come you have a fever? Poor boy, this time I will suffer again. Okay, go ahead, let me see his condition."

The servant left, Bai Huien returned to the bedroom, wrapped a shawl, and went to the third floor with intense concern in his eyes.

The two doctors in the room are examining Wen Muchu's body.

Lan Xiao stood beside her, her eyes red and swollen.

Bai Huien stepped forward and held Lan Xiao's palm.

"Don't worry too much, it should be fine. It's just a normal fever and cold? Put some salt water, take some medicine, and it's probably fine."

A drop of tears flowed from Lan Xiao's eyes, and she hugged Bai Huien's arm somewhat helplessly.

"Auntie, I am really afraid. Since I was with Chu Chu, I have never seen him so sick..."

Bai Huien's eyes lightly fell on Wen Muchu's body.

But seeing Wen Muchu's face pale without a trace of blood, the whole person was not angry at all, and he slept there lifelessly.

Such symptoms are really serious.

She couldn't help but frowned slightly, and a doubt in her heart slowly came to her heart.

"It's just a cold and flu, should it be all right?" She murmured.

Lan Xiao lowered her eyes and pursed her lips.

Yes, a simple cold, it's really fine.

The poison that was given didn't come on so quickly.

But they just want to preemptively, causing the doubt and suspicion of the poisoned person.

Subject can't figure out what the situation is, and naturally jumps up and down more and more.

At that time, once they move, clues will be revealed.

The two doctors looked at it and did not draw any specific conclusions.

Bai Huien watched from the sidelines, anxious.

Her palms couldn't help but sweat.

When it was dark, Wen Muchu's condition finally improved slowly.

Bai Huien breathed a sigh of relief, bid farewell to Lan Xiao, left the third floor, and returned to his bedroom.

When she returned to the bedroom, she happened to see Wen Zhihuai coming back.

She hurried forward and poured him a glass of boiling water.

"Zhihuai, have you been busy all night without sleeping again?" She asked with worry in her eyes.

Wen Zhihuai took the cup and didn't drink it, but put it on the bedside table.

He lay on the bed wearily, closed his eyes and rested.

After a few minutes, he opened his eyes to look at Bai Huien.

"Are you just coming back from Mu Chu?"

Bai Huien pressed her lips and nodded, worry flashing through her eyes.

"Mu Chu's condition is not very good. He didn't get a fever all night. With regards, I suggest sending him to the hospital immediately..."

Wen Zhihuai suddenly got up from the bed, ignoring his coat, and went straight out to the third floor.

A trace of darkness passed through Bai Huien's eyes, staring at Wen Zhihuai's leaving back blankly.

She guarded Wen Muchu all night without closing her eyes, nor did she see his caring greeting.

In the past, the dead woman occupied his heart. She recognized it and endured it for so many years.

However, now that woman's son has taken away his few hearts.

The unhappiness and resentment in her heart became more and more swollen.

Bai Huien bit her lips, faintly curled her lips and smiled coldly.

She got up, took a set of clothes and went to the bathroom to wash.

She washed, changed her clothes, put on simple makeup, and went out of the bedroom.

At this time, Wen Muchu's body temperature probably dropped.

However, he never woke up.

Bai Huien almost died of crying when she watched Lan Xiao, she watched from the sidelines, heartbroken.

Cry, cry as much as you like.

The more sad and helpless you cry, the better.

She can't have children, so other people don't want to inherit the family after use.

For so many years, she asked herself, worked hard for the Wen family, and worked hard.

However, Wen Zhihuai was so cruel that he would not give her a child.

She guarded the lonely night, staying up night after night.

She will be quiet next year, but her hair will become white.

Who can understand her suffering, her difficulty, and her pain?

Wen Zhihuai would rather miss a dead person than play with her.

What did she do wrong?

Why should she suffer such suffering and torture?

On the following day, Wen Muchu's situation did not improve.

Wen Zhihuai decided to rush to the hospital immediately.

This situation is not optimistic.

Lan Xiao accompanied Wen Muchu and went to the hospital together.

Bai Huien wanted to follow, but Wen Zhihuai left behind to look after the house and take care of the old man's body.

Old man Wen had passed out once because of anxiety.

Bai Huien stayed at home, waiting for Mr. Wen to wake up.

Old man Wen passed out for two hours before he woke up quietly.

The moment he woke up, he clamored to see Wen Muchu.

Bai Huien's eyes were red, and he took a lot of energy to persuade Mr. Wen to calm him down.

Only when he has cultivated his body can he take care of Wen Muchu.

Old man Wen calmed down, but he didn't make any noise anymore.

He ate and slept obediently, and made up his mind to take care of his grandson after he got better.

Bai Huien breathed a sigh of relief, and took care of the old man to lie down again. It was already night.

She coaxed the old man to sleep and dragged her tired body back to the room.

She locked the bedroom door, took out a new card, and quickly sent a text message.

After the text message was sent, she immediately pulled out the new card, took the scissors to cut it, and rushed into the toilet.