"Happy cooperation", the two also smiled, each with their own satisfactory harvest, this night, laid a solid foundation for the financial empire in the future. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Jingle bell", but Masaki's mobile phone rang at this moment, interrupting everyone's conversation.

Masaki said sorry and answered the phone, "Hey, hello?"

There was a silence on the other end of the phone, and then there was a burst of sobbing, Liu Lu, who was holding the phone in his hand, finally heard the voice of anticipation day and night, the phone finally got through, and the grievances and sorrows of the past few days were like a reservoir that opened the gate to release water, surging into my heart, and tears couldn't help but burst out of my eyes, and I couldn't say a word for a while.

"Liu Lu, is it you, what's going on?" Zhengji's face changed slightly, obviously the owner who heard the voice on the other side, and asked with a hold back of the worry in his heart.

"Zhengji! Come back quickly! Fan Cheng, Fan Cheng is still unconscious until now in order to save us, the doctor said that he may become a vegetative person, Fan Cheng's father was also hit by a car and had his limbs amputated!" Liu Lu suppressed the sadness and excitement in his heart, and said to Zhengji on the other end of the phone.

"Smack", hearing Liu Lu's words, the teacup in Zhengji's hand fell to the ground unconsciously, making a crisp sound, but he didn't seem to notice it at all, looking at the pattern on the coffee table sluggishly, his ears were full of echoes of Liu Lu's words, "Fancheng has an accident, he has become a vegetative person, and his father has also stopped", Zhengji's mind is like a loop, these words keep appearing, and Fancheng's smiling face in the memory comes to mind, what happened to him?

Ma Huateng and Ma Yun, who were sitting on the side, looked at this scene with a look at each other, and looked at Zhengji worriedly.

Zhengji rubbed his face vigorously and forced himself to calm down, no, really shouldn't, in the memory of his previous life, he never remembered that something similar happened to Fancheng, he pressed the uneasiness and impatience in his heart and said: "What the hell is going on, Liu Lu, don't worry, tell me slowly."

Liu Lu intermittently cried on the other end of the phone and told Zhengji about what happened to Fan Cheng in the recent period, and quietly waited for Zhengji's answer.

"I'm in Shencheng now, and I'll rush back overnight today and wait for me", Masaki glanced at the time and said directly.

After hanging up the phone, Zhengji was stunned for a few seconds, Fan Cheng's injury really had something to do with himself, that is to say, history has caused some changes for him, if it weren't for himself, he might not have gone to the Internet café, if it weren't for himself, Liu Lu and Wu Xinmei would not have encountered danger, he suddenly had some inexplicable self-blame and sadness, if there was no himself, whether Fan Cheng could live a peaceful life like in his previous life, and would not lead to such a big change in his family, "vegetative" , what a heavy three words, "amputation" is what a sad word that makes him, he can't imagine what Fan Cheng will look like lying in bed all his life, and he can't imagine the future of Fan Cheng's family.

"Masaki, what's wrong?" Ma Huateng couldn't help but ask with concern when he saw Masaki's sluggish expression.

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't discuss the matter with you later, there is something urgent at home, I want to go back, Mr. Ma, we reached an agreement, I will follow up later, Brother Ma, help me book a ticket back to Taiyuan, I want the fastest", Zhengji stood up and said seriously.

"Xiao Liu, come in, book the fastest ticket to Taiyuan immediately," Ma Huateng saw Zhengji's expression, and did not hesitate, and directly called the secretary in and ordered.

Secretary Liu glanced at Zhengji, nodded, and walked out.

Two hours later, Masaki was already sitting on the plane to Taiyuan, his eyes were gloomy like water but with a little worry, and outside the window, the sea of clouds was churning like ink, just like Masaki's state of mind at the moment.

In the white ward, Fan Jianguo, who had a white bandage wrapped around his forehead, looked at the ceiling with a dull gaze, didn't say, didn't smile, the whole person seemed to be dead and silent, only the occasional slight frown showed that he was conscious, exposed outside the white quilt, it was a shocking cherry red, and under the left thigh was a shocking vacancy, and the bright red was reflected through the white gauze bit by bit like ink.

Fan Jianguo's fist tightened, and he reluctantly let go, and suddenly there were a few conversations at the door, and then the doorknob was twisted, revealing his wife's familiar face.

"Jianguo, I gave you your favorite boiled fish, you can taste it quickly", before the person arrived, the sound arrived first, Zhang Biyun was holding the tableware, and there was a smile on his face.

Fan Jianguo didn't seem to hear it, still staring at his legs blankly, but his fists were clenched tightly at some point.

Zhang Biyun's eyes swept over her husband's legs, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, since he woke up, he didn't say a word, just looked at his legs blankly, that look made her heartache, her heart was sour, but with a comforting smile on her face, she walked to Fan Jianguo's side, gently unscrewed the lunch box, and the rich fragrance of fish soup wafted in the air.

"Jianguo, don't be in a daze, taste it, the body and bones are important", Zhang Biyun said softly to Fan Jianguo.

Fan Jianguo's eyes flashed a trace of confusion, but in an instant it turned into grief and indignation, suddenly, he pushed Zhang Biyun's arm away, accompanied by his wife's exclamation, the fish soup spilled a sheet miserably, "I don't eat! You go! Why do you want to save me? I'm already a wasted person, why save me! Let me die!" Fan Jianguo shouted bitterly, waving his arms, his eyes were full of despair, he couldn't accept the fact that he had lost a leg like this.

While waving his hands and hammering his legs, he twisted his body with all his strength, and the wound on his left leg that had not yet healed was even more cracked at this moment, and the blood soon completely stained the bandage red, and Fan Jianguo seemed to want to end his life through such an almost masochistic behavior.

"Jianguo! Jianguo, don't scare me! Without you, how can we live with our mothers! Fan'er is still waiting for you to go back at home!" Zhang Biyun saw her crazy husband, swooped over and hugged him, the tears she held back could no longer be held back, flowing like a broken embankment, what was uncomfortable at the moment was not only Fan Jianguo, who lost his leg, as the mistress of this family, her pain at this moment was no less than his, within a few days, after such a big change, she had already reached the verge of collapse, and the motivation to support her to hold on was her son who had never woken up and her husband who was now lying in bed.

"I'm already a wasted person, why are you so suffering! If I survive, I will only drag you down! I'm not a man, I'm worthy of being your husband, and I'm not worthy of being a mortal's father, I can't get justice for him, and now I'm even more like this, Biyun, look at me, look at my current appearance, what else is worth your nostalgia? I don't want to drag you two down, you don't care about me, just let me fend for myself! You find someone to remarry!" Fan Jianguo also has red eyes, how can he not know his wife's mood at the moment, but in distress, he doesn't want to be a drag on their mother and son, he can't imagine that in the second half of his life, his son's life and death are uncertain, how much his wife has to suffer to run this family, life at the moment is like a deep valley where you can't see your fingers, and you can't see a little light and hope.

"Smack!" There was a crisp sound, and Fan Jianguo's struggling body paused suddenly, and a slap mark appeared visibly on his face.

"Fan Jianguo! You are not a man! You are a complete coward! Just because you lost a leg, you will abandon your wife and children? You die, you will be liberated after you die, but have you ever thought about how our mother and mother are going to live?! Yes, you have lost a leg, but your other leg is still there, your arms and hands are still there! You can't walk, you can't jump! You are a coward! You die, after you die, I will take Fan'er to you!" Seeing her husband say this, Zhang Biyun's face suddenly turned bleak, and then became cold, let go of the hands that were holding Fan Jianguo, and looked at him coldly.

Fan Jianguo listened to his wife's words blankly, looked at Zhang Biyun's sad and resolute face in a daze, and suddenly covered his cheeks with his hand, crying out with a "woo", who said that men don't cry, but it's not time to be sad.

After a long time, Fan Jianguo's emotions gradually calmed down, he casually grabbed the sheet and wiped it on his face, but his eyes regained his lustre, and he looked at his wife firmly, "Biyun, I'm sorry."

Zhang Biyun's expression was soothing, she gently hugged her husband, buried her cheek in his warm arms, and listened to his undulating heartbeat, "Jianguo, for me and my children, for your own sake, don't give up, okay?" Believe me, as long as we don't give up, nothing can defeat us, I don't believe that God will always be like this to us, one day, everything will be fine."

Fan Jianguo felt his wife's warm face, closed his eyes, and a tear slipped down the corner of his eye, and when he opened it again, the confusion and despair had disappeared, and firmness and perseverance filled his eyes again.

"Papapa", accompanied by a burst of applause, and then a gloomy male voice with a hint of ridicule came from the door: "It's so touching that the couple is in love, Mr. Fan, you are okay last time."

The sudden male voice interrupted the warmth of the two, Fan Jianguo's face changed directly after seeing the visitor, and he couldn't help but shout: "Wang Junwu, what are you doing here?" and Zhang Biyun on the side looked at the person with a surprised face, just from the appearance, this well-dressed man didn't seem to be an ordinary person.

"Mr. Fan, you can see what you said, of course I came to see you," Wang Junwu walked to the side of the bed with a smile and looked at Fan Jianguo on the bed.