Chapter 885
The hour hand pointed to four in the morning, however, the emergency room lights had not gone out.
Ming Yu sat in the chair, did not speak, and waited quietly.
Xie Dingyuan's thoughtful eyes swept over him, but soon returned to Jiang Fuyue.
Her head was on his shoulder, her face was down, her eyes were closed, and no one could see her expression at the moment.
At this time, there was a messy footstep at the end of the corridor.
"Where's my son? Where's my son?!"
Jiang Fuyue suddenly opened her eyes when she heard this voice.
Fu Shujun, 68, was wearing a long gray-blue suede cheongsam with a coat over it. Accompanied by two bodyguards and a lawyer, he walked quickly.
If it hadn't been for the long hair that was coiled down, the footsteps seemed a little flustered, and the voice trembled, just looking at this outfit, she would have thought she was going to a banquet.
"Where is Ming Shen? Where is my son!"
The nurse on duty next door opened the door and came out: "Be quiet! No noise is allowed in the hospital, and don't affect other patients!"
When he was done, he slammed the door.
When you get here, no matter if you are a wealthy rich lady or a peddler, you have to shut up!
Fu Sijun's face was ugly, and suddenly, his eyes fell on Ming Yu who was sitting beside him.
Lou Mingyue's unlucky fiancé? !
She suddenly had a very bad feeling in her heart, which she had never felt in more than 20 years after Lou Mingyue's death, but it suddenly appeared at this moment.
"Ming Yu—" She walked over, "Why are you here? What happened to Ming Shen? What happened to him?!"
Mingyu didn't speak.
Fu Sujun even wanted to reach out and push him, Mingyu raised his eyes coldly: "Maybe, you should ask what he did back then."
then……
Fu Sijun frowned: "What do you mean?"
"Do I need to be a little clearer? Twenty-three years ago, Mingyue..."
"Enough!" Fu Sijun interrupted abruptly, panic flashing in his eyes.
Ming Yu sneered.
Although he didn't know the details, if Lou Mingshen was really innocent, he wouldn't have come to this point.
How many of them were written by the old woman?
Fu Shujun cautiously stopped talking, afraid that Ming Yu would be irritated, so he really said something else.
But just now she asked the bodyguards and lawyers to find the responsible person and contact the police, but it seems that these people have been dealt with in advance, and there is no way to start.
Therefore, Fu Sijun is at a loss now, and he doesn't know what happened. He only knows that his son is injured in first aid and his life is in critical condition.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on Xie Dingyuan and Jiang Fuyue sitting on the other side of the bench.
"My son's injury has something to do with you?" She stepped forward, condescendingly, and asked coldly.
Jiang Fuyue looked away, obviously not wanting to see this old woman at a glance.
Xie Dingyuan seemed to see her disgust, and patted her on the back with a hint of comfort.
"You're asking you guys, why don't you answer?!"
Xie Dingyuan raised his eyes coldly and said only one word: "Go away—"
Fu Sijun almost fainted: "You! You!"
Just at this moment, the light in the emergency room went out, Lou Mingshen was lying on the bed, and the instrument tube was pushed out from the inside.
There was still blood on the sheets, and he had severe abrasions on his face, neck, and shoulders. After cleaning, bright red flesh was exposed.
"Family let go, the patient needs to be transferred to the ICU immediately!"
Fu Sijun hurriedly avoided, looking at his son who was sleepy on the hospital bed, tears covering an old wrinkled face.
"Ming Shen... Ming Shen... What's wrong with you? Wake up and take a look at Mom!"
Unfortunately, the people on the hospital bed are unaware, their eyes are closed, and there is no response to external stimuli.
Soon the bed was pushed away and the doctor stayed behind.
"Doctor, how is my son? Is his life in danger? When will he wake up?"
"Six ribs were fractured, three of which were dislocated, and were almost stabbed into the lungs. Fortunately, they were delivered in time, and they are now out of danger. If there is no follow-up infection or other complications, the life will be saved."
"But his injuries are so serious that he has to stay in bed for rest. It won't take a year or a half to get better. Your family has to pay more attention."
...
Lou Mingshen was successfully transferred to the ICU at six in the morning.
Jiang Fuyue stood outside, across the glass wall, fixedly staring at the person on the bed surrounded by instruments and tubes.
How dare he? !
Atonement? Or a threat?
But before he fell down, he didn't even say a word to ask for forgiveness.
Picture what?
So stupid and stupid!
Doesn't he know that, as cold-hearted as her, even if he jumped to his death, he wouldn't forgive him?
He is gambling!
This is a real jerk.
"...Let's go." Jiang Fuyue turned around and took Xie Dingyuan's hand.
"it is good."
He didn't ask anything and took her away.
"Stop--" Fu Shujun walked towards the two men aggressively, raised his hand, and was about to slap Jiang Fuyue in the face.
Without waiting for Jiang Fuyue to dodge and counterattack, Xie Dingyuan clasped that hand in the air, his palm secretly exerting force.
"Ah—" Fu Sijun exclaimed in pain, "What are you doing?!"
Xie Dingyuan: "I want to ask what do you want to do?"
"This woman killed my son, what should I teach her about you?!"
Fu Shujun knew that Xie Dingyuan, the heir of the Xie family, was the president of the historical creature.
If it was normal, she wouldn't mind giving a little face, but now she is full of anxiety and has nowhere to vent. Only by grabbing this woman and slapping her a few times can the hatred be relieved.
Xie Dingyuan put one hand around Jiang Fuyue's waist, hugged tightly, and raised his eyes coldly: "She is my woman, what do you say it has to do with me?"
"...Your woman?!" Fu Shujun was slightly stunned, and began to look straight at Jiang Fuyue.
She looks pretty good, nose is nose, mouth is mouth... But when she met those indifferent peach eyes, she was suddenly stunned.
An invisible panic suddenly grabbed her throat, Fu Sujun's breathing was stagnant, and her hands and feet were cold.
In a trance, she seemed to see another person through these eyes.
That person... who made her sleepless and sleepless, and would be terrified into a cold sweat just thinking about it!
No...not possible!
Lou Mingyue is dead! The bones were buried in the soil and rotted into slag.
She told herself over and over again, but the fear was like a shadow and lingered.
"You...Who are you? Mingshen...why are you injured?!"
Jiang Fuyue relived her life and looked at Fu Shujun for the first time.
The woman is old, her temples are gray, and her face is wrinkled.
The eyes that were once cunning and full of ambition have also become cloudy and dim, covered with blue nebula.
The slender and graceful figure is now shriveled and stooped, although she is wearing a cheongsam, she is just pretending to be elegant.
Back then, Lou Ming dared to do something, and even used Lou Mingshen. If she was alone, she would never have the courage.
So, who is behind the scenes for her?
Jiang Fuyue's cold eyes fell on Fu Sujun's face, and the answer was about to come out.
"What are you looking at?!" Locked in those cold eyes, Fu Sujun took a breath, dodged her eyes, and subconsciously refused to look at her.
Jiang Fuyue: "Look at the murderer."
"What, what?" The woman was shocked, and then she was furious. If Xie Dingyuan wasn't there, she might jump up and beat Jiang Fuyue: "Do you know what you're talking about? I, I can sue you for slander! Send you there. Jail!"
Jiang Fuyue hooked her lips sarcastically, "Go and sue," she leaned closer, her voice hoarse, and she said, "Don't think that after more than 20 years, no one will know what you have done... "
Fu Sijun's complexion changed greatly, "You, you—" Who is it? !
It's a pity that except for a few words "you", her lips were trembling, and she couldn't say a complete sentence.
Jiang Fuyue held Xie Dingyuan, passed her, and walked away.
After leaving the hospital, it was already bright.
Jiang Fuyue sat in Xie Dingyuan's car, leaned back, and the corners of her eyes and brows showed a sullen exhaustion.
The next second, the man's coat came over her.
"I told the old man on the phone, don't be in a hurry to go back, the apartment is near, go and rest first. If you are sleepy, just squint in the car for a while."
He arranged everything well and thoughtful in every aspect.
Jiang Fuyue smiled at him: "Okay."
Xie Dingyuan drove back to the apartment.
When he arrived, Jiang Fuyue was already asleep.
"Yueyue..."
"Huh?" She didn't fall asleep too deeply, and woke up with a light call.
"Good, go and rest."
The two returned to the apartment, Jiang Fuyue took a shower, put on Xie Dingyuan's T-shirt, and fell asleep.
The man closed the curtains for her, turned off the lights, then lifted the quilt, lay in himself, put his arms around her, and gradually fell asleep.
Jiang Fuyue didn't know how long she had slept, but when she woke up, her head was gone, and her exhaustion was gone.
It was dark and dark outside the window.
She was nestled in Xie Dingyuan's arms, like a big fireplace.
I couldn't help rubbing.
"woke up?"