"Miss Ann." Seeing her come out, the bodyguards really greeted her: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

She took a breath, her mobile phone was still on, she was afraid of stimulating Fan Luowei, so she said in a gentle voice: "I'm a little hungry, and I suddenly want to eat the hot and sour noodles of Lin Ji in the north of the city, can you please run for me?" ”

The taste of pregnant women is already difficult to serve, An Qing is good, and they didn't let them run errands after staying in so many hospitals, so the bodyguard agreed to come down.

"I also want to eat the grilled wings from the easternmost restaurant in the snack street, which is only delicious while it is hot, and it is best to eat it in ten minutes."

The two locations she said were a bit far away, and she would definitely not be able to come back within ten minutes.

"No problem, we'll buy it right back."

Then, she said several snacks trickily, of course, these things were distributed in the streets and alleys of Longcheng, so in the end, only one bodyguard remained outside the door.

"Ouch!" She pretended to be uncomfortable and covered her abdomen, "Can you call a doctor for me, my stomach suddenly hurts." ”

"Okay, I'll call right away." The bodyguard didn't suspect him, and wanted to help her to lie on the bed first, but she waved her hand and refused: "You go quickly, I can't move, oops, my stomach hurts." ”

She was propping up against the wall, looking crumbling, and the bodyguard looked at her anxiously and strode away.

The next second, she also got out of the room and ran in the other direction.

The stairs were not long, she quickly went down to the next floor, the miserable white light reflected the silent corridor, she gasped, and said into her phone: "I'm here, is Longcheng by your side?" ”

"Why don't you come in and have a look?" The other side of the phone sneered.

She gritted her teeth, looked at Fan Zhihai's ward, and walked over quickly.

The room was hidden, it was very dark inside, she pushed open the door in a hurry, and through the light outside the door, she saw Fan Zhihai lying upright on the hospital bed, except for him, the room was empty.

What about Longcheng?

What about Van Lowe?

She was stunned and whispered into her phone: "Where the hell are you?" ”

The other side of the phone laughed sadly, "You come to the window." ”

She was stunned for a moment, and then a deep fear welled up in her heart.

"Fan Luowei, you dare to touch my child!"

She rushed to the window in three steps and two steps, her body was covered with sweat for a while, half of it was running, half of it was scared, Lang Cheng was killed by Fan Luowei once when she was still pregnant, this woman is crazy, she didn't dare to think about it at all.

No matter how scared she was, she still rushed to the window, the window was ajar, the night wind blew in, staring at the black window, she suddenly flinched, not daring to look out, afraid to see Lang Cheng lying alone below.

The phone was still tightly clenched in her hand, and she didn't have the heart to listen to what the other party said anymore, she took a deep breath, struggled inwardly, and slowly moved to the side of the window.

The inpatient department is more than a dozen stories high, and the downstairs is a green belt, and the visibility is not very high in the night, she clenched her fingers, and her heart was in her throat, but to her relief, she looked at it for a long time and didn't see anything.

It stands to reason that if a child falls, even if it is night, the movement should not be small, thinking of this, her mood was slightly relaxed, and she turned her face before noticing Fan Zhihai on the hospital bed beside her.

She had been in for a long time, and Fan Zhihai had not moved at all, and, through the light reflected outside the door, she saw Fan Zhihai lying there quietly, with a big pillow covering his face.

She frowned, instinctively walked over and took the pillow on his face for him, but before she could see clearly, the light in the room suddenly turned on, and a female voice asked behind her, "What are you doing?" ”

Turning her face, the maid suddenly appeared outside the door, looking at the pillow in her hand, her face changed, "Miss An, what are you doing here so late?" ”

An Qing's heart moved, and she turned her head sharply to look at Fan Zhihai on the bed, and the maid also hurriedly ran towards her, and at the same time broke out with a miserable scream: "Miss An, how can you kill the master!" ”

That's right, Fan Zhihai on the hospital bed was lying on his back, his face was purple, his eyes were still open with a small slit, the expression on his face was quite painful, and he was no longer breathing.

An Qing looked at the big pillow in her hand, needless to say, before she entered the door, Fan Zhihai had already been covered with a pillow, and she was the scapegoat.

On the other side, when Fu Mochuan hurriedly walked out of the banquet hall, Fan Luowei was still lying outside, his eyes swept over, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted to go in to congratulate the old man on his birthday, but they wouldn't let me in without an invitation." Fan Luowei bit her lip with an aggrieved face: "The old man is so good to me, I heard that he has a big birthday today, I came over on purpose, I just want to thank him in person and leave." ”

"You've been here?" Fu Mochuan narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, I prepared a little gift, and they didn't let me in, so I wanted to wait for the old man to come out and hand it to him when it was over," Fan Luowei said, taking out a beautifully packaged box from his bag: "Brother Mochuan, why don't you transfer it to him for me." ”

Fu Mochuan didn't reach out to take it, his dark eyes were like a bottomless abyss, staring on her face without emotion.

Facing his cold eyes, Fan Luowei subconsciously lowered her eyelids, retracted her hand and said, "Then I'd better wait for his old man to come out and hand it over to him personally." ”

"Take her away."

Fu Mochuan gave an order to the bodyguards waiting outside the door, turned around and strode out, ignoring how Fan Luowei was noisy behind.

Ten minutes ago, Fan Zhihai was suffocated to death, and the "murderer" An Qing was caught red-handed, she insisted that she had rushed to the ward after receiving a call from Fan Luowei, but Fan Luowei had been entangled with the guards outside the banquet hall during this time period, and she had never made a phone call at all, which was not only seen by many people, but also evidenced by the monitoring of the scene.

And it was so coincidental that the monitoring of the hospital suddenly broke down, so An Qing was dead without proof.

Therefore, she fell into a well-designed trap, Lang Cheng was just a bait, and the other party's real purpose was her.

By the time it was too late, she had become a murderer once again.

She was soon taken into prison, but the series of irritants caused her to have another fetal gas, so she was sent back to the hospital not long after.

It was already very late for Fan Luowei to get home, she went to the hotel tonight for a half-day show, and was caught at the police station to record a confession for a long time, she was already too tired.

The maid remained in the hospital, she was the only one in the house, and in the empty room she turned on all the lights, closed the curtains, and went into her bedroom.

She was still wearing the long white dress she wore to the banquet, and the pure white lined her slim figure, giving people a weak beauty, but the light in her eyes was fierce at the moment.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she lowered her head, found a number on her phone and dialed it out.

"Hey ......"

Across the phone was a lazy baritone, with a shallow voice, very pleasant, but her brows furrowed.

"I just came back from the police station," she said directly: "I'm annoyed, I've been asked by the police for a long time, today's incident won't implicate me, right?" ”

"It's all done, isn't it a little too late to worry about this now?"

Hearing Fu Weinian's sarcasm, she clenched her fingers: "Anyway, if something happens, I will definitely pull you into the water." ”

"You really have a lot of things to do," Fu Weinian said lazily: "Dad was just killed, as a bitter master, you are busy, rest assured, this is a world full of love, you are weak, you will get a lot of sympathy, the time is not early, rest early, you will be very hard next." ”

Fan Luowei bit her lip, and after she committed suicide, Fu Weinian found her and asked her if she wanted to vent her anger, and she agreed without hesitation.

Although she knows that Fu Weinian is not credible, their purpose is the same, they just use each other, and now she needs help very much.

Especially after she heard that An Qing was pregnant again, the strong jealousy had made her desperate.

"I want that woman to die," her eyes welled up with hatred: "With Fu Mochuan to protect her, can you really do it?" ”

"It's worthy of being my child's mother, and her heart is really not an ordinary vicious."

Fu Weinian's words made her eyes sharpen, even if time passed, she couldn't forget the shame brought to her by the birth of her child.

"It's enough for you to do your part, I'll take care of the rest, women, worry too much and you'll grow old quickly......"

The reflection of the glass reflected Fu Weinian's blurred face, looking at the night outside the window, he hooked the corners of his lips with pleasure, and under the refraction of the light, the curvature in the glass was a little cold.

It's been a year.

Not all feelings can fade with the passage of time, but gradually precipitate and become stronger and stronger.

For example, hate.

He had really waited too long for this day.

Hospital.

Still in the same room, An Qing was moved back to the hospital bed, just as she had left a few hours ago.

If anything, it's that there are a few more officers with serious expressions outside the door.

Lang Cheng has been sent back to Longding Bay, and he doesn't know about these things for the time being, but he doesn't know how long he can hide them.

Fu Mochuan sat on the side of the bed, still wearing the same clothes from the banquet just now, his coat had been taken off, and his tie was gone, but he didn't look tired.

"Sleep." He tucked the broken hair on An Qing's forehead, and his voice was very gentle: "Don't think about anything, sleep well." ”

An Qing didn't move, looking at him with her eyes open: "Will I go to jail?" ”

"No," Fu Mochuan smiled: "You think the prison food is so delicious, you didn't do anything, why do they support you?" ”

"I'm not afraid of going to jail, but I don't want the baby in my belly to be born in prison." An Qing blinked and said, "Before today, I was thinking about giving him the best in the world, so that he wouldn't suffer at a young age like Langcheng, but I'm really not suitable for being a good mother." ”

Needless to say, she just knew about the existence of this child in her womb, she had already put him through so many risks, and now he was facing prison, and I believe that no mother would fail like her.