Sweet Storm: My love time

Fu Jinxing can't listen any more. Whether Meilan's death is caused by Mingda or not, he can't accept this fact.

Although Meilan has done many things that he can't accept, she is her own mother after all!

"If you hadn't stimulated her again and again, she wouldn't have died!"

Fu Jinxing knocked Mingda to the ground with a heavy blow.

Then, he rushed out of the ward, did not even take the elevator, from the stairwell all the way down the twelfth floor.

The scream of elder sister LAN came from behind. Fu Jinxing turned a deaf ear to it. His only idea now is to get downstairs as soon as possible.

Mei Lan was lying quietly in the open space of the small garden downstairs.

Just the day before, Fu Jinxing was still standing here, chatting with sister LAN for a while.

It rained for more than ten hours, but it stopped unconsciously.

After the rain, the air is moist and fresh, with a peculiar smell of earth.

In addition, if you smell carefully, there is a faint smell of blood.

All kinds of noises came from all over the world. Some people screamed in horror, some called the police quickly, and some even took out their mobile phones to take pictures and record videos.

"Don't come here! go away! Go away

Fu Jinxing roared loudly, his red eyes, driving those who want to come around the crowd, to stop them from watching.

Hearing the news, the staff of the mental health center also came in a hurry.

"Mr. Fu, I beg your pardon..."

One of the vice presidents stammered, so nervous that even a cold sweat came out.

This kind of accident is a major event in itself. What's more, the patient who died was not an ordinary patient.

"It's none of your business. Go away!"

Fu Jinxing repressed his grief and cheered coldly.

At this time, he doesn't want to pursue the responsibility of irrelevant people, but he doesn't have any extra emotion to deal with them.

Seeing that he didn't seem to want to blame, the vice president hurried to take people away. At the same time, he also called several security guards to stop the area first.

I don't know who called the police. In a few minutes, a police car arrived.

Fu Jinxing, as a family member of the deceased, was taken away with sister LAN.

Because of his special status, Mingda is not afraid to deal with the police. Instead, he is quite calm.

Soon, the situation has been found out, the police believe that Mei Lan's death is an accident.

Since it's just an accident, there is no responsible person.

Fu Jinxing was also present at that time. Although he resented Mingda's repeated efforts to stimulate Mei Lan's emotions, he had to admit that Mingda didn't do it at that time.

Out of the door, Mingda called Fu Jinxing: "you haven't told me where the child is now?"

Fu Jinxing suddenly stopped and looked back at him. His eyes were scarlet and bloodshot.

"You have the face to ask me? Don't worry, I will never tell you! "

He replied viciously.

Mingda was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "even if you don't tell me, with my ability, it's impossible that I can't find it completely. It's just a matter of time!"

Fu Jinxing believes that he is not bragging. Mingda does have this ability.

However, he still pulled the corners of his mouth, showing a full ironic smile.

"Yes, of course you can. So check it out, whatever you want. "

Fu Jinxing knew for a long time that the existence of Mu Jingyi could not be concealed for a long time, but he could choose to give Mingda a pleasure or let him take more detours.

At such a time, it is pleasant to add a little block to the disgusted people.

That's clearly his mindset.

"You! You did it on purpose

Mingda also understood Fu Jinxing's intention, can't help but burst into a rage, a face because of anger and appear some ferocious.

"So what?"

Fu Jinxing left with a sneer.

Although Mei Lan has divorced Fu Zhiyuan, she has a special status and can't be buried hastily.

Even for the sake of face, the Fu family would not let her go so casually.

Otherwise, public opinion alone will not pass.

A similar situation can be seen from the death of Princess Diana. Even if the British royal family is no longer willing to cooperate, it can only bow to the will of the people.

Fu Zhiyuan is in a mixed mood when he learns of Mei Lan's death.

He loved this woman, and, of course, hated more than that.

Unable to let go, Fu Zhiyuan refused to come forward, but the trustee brought a word, saying that he was willing to contribute to the funeral of Mei Lan, but firmly opposed to sharing the cave with her after her death.

It's probably Fu Zhiyuan's attitude that we will never see each other again.

In this regard, Fu Jinxing did not say a word.

Fu Zhize, Fu Zhihan and others came to the scene one after another. On the surface, they were comforting Fu Jinxing, but on the back, they were also relieved.

You know, although Mei Lan is only a lady, because Fu Zhiyuan is not interested in business, she, as a hostess, participates in a lot of Fu's internal affairs and plays an important role in Fu's group.

If it were not for her, Fu Jinxing would not be the heir.

First, Fu Jinxing's Secret divorce, and then Mei Lan's sudden death, Fu seemed to fall into the whirlpool of negative news.

In the past year or so, the news of Mei Lan's recuperation due to her physical discomfort has been widely known.

Now that she died suddenly, many people are still surprised. There are many rumors in the market, and some people even deliberately guide her in the direction of feudal superstition.

Fu Jinxing paid no attention to this.

He thought Mei Lan's death could arouse her clear conscience, but the result was just the opposite.

Mingda was furious when he found mingruiyuan leaving the country secretly.

He had known for a long time that this boy was different from Ming Ruisi. He had no loyalty to himself. He was just for the benefit.

What makes Mingda most angry is that Mingrui has no news since he left Zhonghai, just like a fish returning to the sea.

"Have you thought of how to get out?"

Meanwhile, mingruiyuan, lying on the bed, looks at Meng Zhiyu anxiously.

Three days later, he found that the woman didn't want to run away. She ate and slept normally every day and cleaned herself up.

"Run away? Why should I run. What's more, you can't even walk like this. Do you want me to carry you on my back? "

Meng Zhiyu squinted at him and asked in a poor tone.

"How calm are you? Fu Jinxing has divorced you. He left alone. If Mu goes back, he may kill you... "

Mingruiyuan was excited and accidentally touched the wound with his hand, which made him show his teeth.

"Should I take some medicine?"

That's how he reacts.

Meng Zhiyu leaned over, pretended to cover mingruiyuan with a quilt, put his lips to his ear, and replied in a low voice: "I lost the medicine I took during the day, threw it into the toilet and washed it away. If Mujing asks you, you'll say it's all on time. "

Mingruiyuan opened his mouth in surprise. He just moved his lips and made no sound.

"So you want me to die?"

Those are anti-inflammatory drugs to prevent wound infection. After all, this is not a hospital. If his intestines are inflamed and rotten, he will die at any time.

"Mujingyi gave you four kinds of medicine. As soon as you take that yellow pill, you won't complain about pain. Don't you find it? Also, you are in good spirits just a few hours after the operation. I suspect that there is something wrong with the medicine. Be careful to save your life, but you're addicted to something. It's no different from death! "

Meng Zhiyu covered the quilt, slowly stood up straight and gently lifted his hair.

"Wait, I'll get the water."

When she came back again, she clenched her fist, pretended that there was something in it, and stuffed it into mingruiyuan's mouth.

He was smart enough to move his throat and pretend to swallow.

"Water, water."

Mingruiyuan blurted out. Meng Zhiyu put the water cup to his mouth thoughtlessly. It seems that she seldom serves people, so she is unfamiliar.

Sent bright sharp far, Meng Zhiyu sat on one side, eyebrows slightly frown.

Since yesterday afternoon, mojingyi has never appeared again.

It's not a good thing that he comes.

But if he doesn't come, it's not necessarily a good thing.

Out of women's intuition, Meng Zhiyu faintly felt that something might have happened.

Her sixth sense is right.

That night, just as Meng Zhiyu was asleep, she heard a slight sound.

She can't sleep to death in this kind of environment. Basically, as long as she hears a little voice, Meng Zhiyu will sit up all of a sudden.

It was the sound of the door being unlocked from the outside.

She sat on the bed with the quilt in her arms, motionless.

Just when Meng Zhiyu's heart was on the line, people outside suddenly said, "if you don't sleep, come and open the door. I don't have the habit of breaking into a woman's room, and I don't want to have it."

It's mujingyi's voice!

Meng Zhiyu hesitated for a moment, but he put on his clothes and got out of bed to open the door.

She pretended to be woken up, sleepy eyed.

As soon as he opened the door, Meng Zhiyu saw Mu Jingyi standing at the door with his back to him.

He waited a few seconds before turning.

"What's the matter?"

Meng Zhiyu yawned and squinted at Mu Jingyi.

Even if she knows that this man is not a lecheron, but in the middle of the night, lonely men and few women together, or people have to be on guard.

"I want to talk to you."

Mu Jingyi was silent for a few seconds. When he spoke again, what he said made Meng Zhiyu feel a little sad.

Holding her arms and covering her chest, she was a little surprised: "talk to me? Have you made the antidote? "

It seems that she is only interested in this topic.

Mu Jingyi was dumbfounded with a smile: "I'm really a genius, but I'm not a God. Your daughter's antidote is still in the preparation stage, not so fast."

Meng Zhiyu snorted: "isn't that enough? Apart from that, I don't care about anything else. "

With that, she was about to close the door.

Seeing her intention, mujingyi quickly put out his hand and blocked the door with his arm.

"I have something to tell you."

He knew that Meng Zhiyu must have not heard of Mei Lan's death.