Mr.Fan, please Leave me alone

Lu Zhenwei was transferred to the intensive care unit. Lu Yiyao didn't have the courage to go in. Zhen Hao took a look with the doctor. When he came out, his face was also very heavy.

Mu Yun fainted in the ward. He hasn't woke up yet. Lu Yiyao leans against the wall and feels lost.

"Yiyao, the doctor said it would only be more painful to maintain her sick uncle. If the family agrees... You can unplug the ventilator." Zhen Hao said carefully standing in front of Lu Yiyao.

Lu Yiyao raised her eyes and looked at him. The bottom of her eyes was scarlet. "Unplug the ventilator? What do you mean? Let me watch my father die?"

She was a little excited, and there was a shaking water light at the bottom of her eyes. Looking at Zhen Hao, she was full of anger.

Zhen Hao frowned. Looking at her like this, she couldn't say anything. She sighed slowly and lowered her head.

Wiped the tears on her face, Lu Yiyao walked into Mu Yun's ward, watched her wake up, leaned there, wiped the tears on her face, hung a shallow smile and walked over, "aunt Yun, you're awake."

Mu Yun looked at her with red eyes. She hadn't seen each other for a while. She was so old and her face was covered with traces of years. "How's your father?"

Lu Yiyao's eyes darkened, pretending to be relaxed and said, "now in the intensive care unit, the doctor said the situation is better than expected. Don't worry, dad will be fine."

I don't know whether this is for mu Yun or for myself. Lu Yiyao's heart hurts.

"Lie, you child is always like this." Mu Yun's voice is dim and looks out of the window and sighs slightly. "In fact, it's also good. He carries so much. If he really leaves, it's a relief."

Lu Yiyao was slightly stunned. Looking at Mu Yun's side face, she felt something wrong. Why did her father carry so much? What did he... Do?

"Yiyao." Mu Yun looked at her with his eyes full of vicissitudes. "You know, your father has always disagreed with you and fan Shaochen. To be honest, I don't agree. You're really inappropriate."

Lu Yiyao frowned slightly, "why?"

Why don't they agree? Did dad really set fire to kill the fan family?

Lu Yiyao is a little hard to accept.

Mu Yun closed his eyes and was in some pain. "I can't tell you now, but if you don't stop in time now, sooner or later you will regret dying."

"Aunt Yun, what do you know exactly? Why can't you tell me? Dad is like this now. How long are you going to hide it from me?" Lu Yiyao looked at her in some pain. She really didn't know how many things they hid, but now it has something to do with fan Shaochen and even his dead parents. Lu Yiyao had to know.

Even eager to know everything.

She just wants to simply like a person. Is it so difficult?

Mu Yun put aside his sight and his voice has returned to indifference. "I can't say now. Think it over yourself. If you continue to entangle with fan Shaochen, it will be an irreparable mistake in the future."

Now Lu Zhenwei is still alive. She can't tell her the cruel fact. Maybe the two children don't know. They can live happily.

But those who know will watch them suffer for a lifetime.

His father's condition hasn't improved at all, and he hasn't woke up yet. Lu Yiyao finally accompanied Mu Yun into the intensive care unit, stood by the bed in sterilized clothes and stared at his old father on the hospital bed.

His body was full of tubes, his face was wearing an oxygen mask, his eyes were closed tightly, and there was no sign of waking up.

In addition to the sound of the instruments in the ward, only mu Yun sobbed and squatted on the ground holding Lu Zhenwei's hand, "wake up quickly. What should I do if you leave? Don't you want to compensate me well? Why don't you wake up..."

Listening to her painful words, Lu Yiyao's tears fell uncontrollably and suddenly turned around. She couldn't bear to see it.

Out of the intensive care unit, Lu Yiyao sat on the ground with some soft legs and protected her head with both hands. She was very sad.

At the moment when the new year is coming, her father is wandering on the edge of life and death. It is possible that he will never come back

"Yiyao, go back first and come back tomorrow morning. This is the key to the house and go get some clothes for washing." Mu Yun said hoarsely and put the key into her hand.

Looking at her tired face, Lu Yiyao felt as if she was going to faint in the next second. "Go back and have a rest, aunt Yun. It doesn't matter. You see, your face is too bad."

Mu Yun shook his head and looked at Lu Zhenwei in the intensive care unit through the transparent glass. His eyes showed deep affection, "I want to accompany him more."

With a slight pain in her heart, Lu Yiyao burst into tears. Seeing that she insisted on not saying more, Lu Zhenwei turned and left.

Zhen Hao doesn't know when to leave. Lu has a lot of things to deal with. It's really hard for him these days.

When the cold wind blew out of the hospital, Lu Yiyao immediately felt a sad feeling. She suddenly remembered something, took out her mobile phone, pressed it for several times and didn't respond. She must have turned it off.

I wonder if fan Shaochen is looking for her?

Take a deep breath. Lu Yiyao stood on the roadside and took a big car, but there were very few taxis tonight. No one stopped. It is estimated that they all rushed home for the new year.

The street is full of white snow. You can see red things hanging everywhere, which is very conspicuous. In this happy festival of family reunion, she can't feel any happiness, and even endure the fear of relatives leaving at any time.

Wrapped up in his clothes, Lu Yiyao had to walk forward until he entered a small alley. Lu Yiyao looked at several men who suddenly appeared in front of him, stunned and slowly began to step back

"Lu Yiyao?" a tall and burly man looked at her, followed by four or five men. It didn't look easy to provoke.

Frowning, Lu Yiyao swallowed his saliva, "what's up?"

"Nothing, just to warn you, don't always do things beyond your ability. Some things don't belong to you. Even if they are yours for the time being, they will have to be lost sooner or later!" the tall and burly man said coldly, looking at her mockingly.

Lu Yiyao's face sank. He looked at him for some reason. He bowed his head and turned to go, but he was grabbed by someone and threw his collar against the wall——

"Ah!"

Lu Yiyao hit the wall and fell to the ground again. Her eyes were full of pain. She looked vaguely at the man walking in and couldn't help shaking her body.

The man pinched her chin. "I'll let you go this time. Maybe I'll draw a mark on your face when I see you next time."

Lu Yiyao didn't know who sent them and was warning her about something, but her intuition told her that she should have something to do with fan Shaochen.

After those people left, Lu Yiyao got up hard from the ground, rubbed her painful shoulder and walked forward with the wall.