Hospital ICU ward.

Xie Mingzhu lost his vital signs before he was sent to the hospital, and during the rescue process, he was issued a critical illness notice twice, and his condition was quite bad.

Fu Mochuan hurried to the ward, and the bodyguard informed him that Xie Mingzhu's heartbeat had stopped beating again, and the doctor was doing his best to save him.

Through the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass, he saw a group of white coats surrounding Xie Mingzhu's hospital bed, Xie Mingzhu was covered and couldn't see her face clearly, only to see a disordered curve on the monitor beside her, which reminded people of a word for no reason - life hanging by a thread.

Fu Zhensheng was already outside the ward, and when he saw him coming, he didn't say a word, and coldly turned his face to the side.

Fu Mochuan didn't say a word, and the long figure stood over, also looking at Xie Mingzhu in the floor-to-ceiling glass.

The black pressure pressed five or six people, and they all held their breath in unison.

The coldness outside the window reflects the heat in the emergency room.

Every minute and every second is a race against death.

Finally, the curve on the monitor leveled off, and the doctors came out one after another.

"Two Mr. Fu, we have done our best." The attending doctor took off his mask with obvious fatigue on his face: "Mrs. Fu's situation is not optimistic, the next 48 hours are a dangerous period, I hope your family members must be psychologically prepared."

The implication is that Xie Mingzhu will die at any time.

Fu Mochuan's cold pupils were three feet frozen.

"I don't care what you do, you must save her."

The doctor was struggling.

"Mrs. Fu's injuries are too serious, her heart has stopped beating several times during the medical treatment, and her brain has been starved of oxygen for too long, even if she is rescued, I am afraid it will cause irreversible damage to the brain, maybe ......"

"That's your business, I just need to see the results." Fu Mochuan's tough tone could not be ignored.

The doctor sighed, "We'll do our best."

Fu Zhensheng was silent, the doctors walked away one after another, he turned around lightly, looked at Xie Mingzhu, who was wearing a respirator, and turned his gaze to a man in black beside him.

"Where's the woman?"

Although he didn't name him, the man in black obviously knew who he was referring to, and glanced at Fu Mochuan.

"In the intensive care ward, the three young people are guarding."

Fu Zhensheng also looked at Fu Mochuan, without emotion for a word.

"Miss An's life is thin, the rescue was ineffective after the accident, and she died of serious injuries, you find someone to give her a ride."

The man in black's expression remained unchanged, and he simply replied yes and was about to turn around.

Fu Mochuan raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't say a word, and the two bodyguards behind him stepped forward, one left and one right in front of the man in black.

"Presumptuous." Fu Zhensheng's eyes flashed, and he looked at Fu Mochuan and smiled coldly: "Do you have to fight against me?" ”

Fu Mochuan raised his hand slightly and motioned for the two bodyguards to retreat.

"Dad, Mom is still lying inside, she is the kindest, you are in a hurry to kill will make her uneasy."

"Hehe, you know your mother so well, don't you know what she wants most?" Fu Zhensheng laughed angrily: "The third child, it's really good for your mother, you can do it yourself and kill all the villains who are sorry for her, and she will naturally be safe." ”

Fu Zhensheng was very angry, and after understanding what happened, he immediately closed the case to the police station, and then asked someone to get rid of An Qing, only then did he know that Fu Mochuan had been planting bodyguards beside her.

He didn't blame Fu Mochuan for disobeying the yin, he secretly missed the woman, it was normal for a man to have a few red faces, as long as it didn't affect the overall situation, he could pretend not to see it.

But An Qing went too far this time, and he would teach her a lesson.

This woman must not stay.

He looked at Fu Mochuan, his voice was like this long night, gloomy and suffocating.

"Do it yourself or I'll help you, you pick one, no matter what, that woman won't live to see the sun tomorrow......"

Ten past two in the morning.

Fu Mochuan sat on the side of the bed.

An Qing's head was wrapped in thick gauze, her eyes were closed, and she lay motionless in the sheets.

The side of the bed slumped, and she didn't realize it.

Once again, she broke her word to him.

Not long ago, she playfully promised him that when he returned, she would personally pick him up at the airport no matter how late it was, and she didn't like to say goodbye, so she would only go to meet him.

But when he returned, she was lying there.

Fu Mochuan sighed in his heart, raised his big palm, and his fingertips gently swept over her forehead wrapped in gauze, and brushed a strand of hair on the side of her ear for her.

She pursed her lips quietly, her little face that had lost her blood, her facial features were pale in the light, and her once jade-like warm skin was slightly cool.

Fu Mochuan stroked her cheek with his big palm, and the temperature of his palm warmed her.

Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eye sockets, and her delicate eyebrows were so beautiful even when she was asleep.

Fu Mochuan leaned over and kissed her silent lips.

"An An, are you still unwilling to let go of your hatred for me?"

She was silent.

Fu Mochuan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and in the depths of his eyes, he seemed to suppress some emotion.

He thought he could.

He did so much for her, not to ask for her forgiveness, he thought that at least he could use love to dissolve the hatred in her heart.

As a result, she and Xie Mingzhu still lay here lifelessly.

So, no matter what he did, he still failed to impress her in the end.

Isn't it?

An Qing's favorite season is spring.

Among the four seasons, this is the only season full of life, no matter how many setbacks and blows, when the spring breeze blows, everything in the world grows again.

With her eyes closed, she could smell the scent of spring.

So sweet and refreshing.

It was just that she had a terrible headache, and she couldn't breathe calmly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw darkness.

It's still night, she subconsciously raised her hand, and as soon as she moved, a pair of big palms reached over and held hers.

"Awake?"

She immediately heard that it was Fu Mochuan's voice.

Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't hear what he said clearly, thinking that it was still the same as countless nights, the two snuggled together, she closed her eyes, held his hand and asked, "What time is it?" Why is it so dark? ”

Black?

Fu Mochuan's eyebrows moved, and he looked at the sunlight outside the window.

"It hurts so much." An Qing continued to mumble, Fu Mochuan saw her stand up, reached out to help her, and sat on the side of the bed, with his thick arms hugging her.

An Qing leaned lazily, snuggled into his arms, and reached out to touch the gauze on her forehead.

She was stunned, Fu Mochuan turned his head to look at her expression, and his free hand shook silently in front of her eyes.

An Qing turned a blind eye, with a glass-like beautiful and clear pupil, and a confused color.

Slowly, the curvature of the corners of her lips slowly stiffened, and she remembered that the last moment in her memory was when Xie Mingzhu was lying motionless on the floor.

"Your mother......" She turned her head, in the dark, accurately facing Fu Mochuan's direction: "How is Ms. Xie?" ”

Fu Mochuan stared at her tightly.

"What do you remember?"

An Qing frowned, and after a little recollection, she had a splitting headache.

"It hurts." She clenched her forehead: "What's the matter?" Where am I? ”

Fu Mochuan rang the call bell and hugged her tightly: "Don't be afraid, the doctor will be there soon." ”

20 minutes later, Fu Mochuan walked back to the ward, An Qing leaned quietly on the head of the bed, her eyes were wide open, her pupils reflected the afternoon sun, she was as beautiful as before, but there was no focus.

The blood clot compressed her optic nerve, and she was temporarily blind, and the doctor did not say for sure the specific recovery time.

Fu Mochuan sat down in front of her, stunned, and her gaze also turned.

"Am I blind?" She smiled, and her tone sounded quite relaxed.

"Temporarily." Fu Mochuan comforted, reached out to hold her hand, her fingertips were still very cold, he carefully wrapped it in his palm, his eyes were motionless and fixed on her face.

"An An, do you remember what happened before you fell unconscious?"

An Qing frowned and thought about it, her big eyes were hazy, her face slowly cooled, and Fu Mochuan saw that her heart sank.

"I'm hurt?" She asked.

Fu Mochuan nodded, then remembered that she couldn't see, and mumbled.

"How many days have you been in a coma?"

"Two days."

I was lying down for two days.

An Qing didn't ask any more, and recalled: "That day, your mother asked me to go to Shui Tian Yise, saying that Fan Luowei was going to move in and asked me to take all the things that belonged to me." ”

But Fan Luowei said that Xie Mingzhu wanted him to move back to the Fu Mansion and let Fan Luowei help clean it up.

Fu Mochuan pursed his thin lips.

Therefore, between An Qing and Fan Luowei, there must be someone who is lying.

"We were about ten o'clock, I arrived on time, rang the doorbell but no one paid attention, so I opened the door by myself, and then I saw your mother fainting on the ground, I wanted to go over to see, the back of my head hurt, and then I fainted."

Her explanation was too simplistic and pale, and anyone would have doubted it.

"So you have no idea what's going on?" Fu Mochuan asked.

An Qing heard his suspicions, "What the hell is wrong?" ”

Fu Mochuan stared at her face.

"My mother was stabbed three times, the murderer was very ruthless, a knife centrifugal mouth was only half an inch, before being sent to the hospital, the heart stopped beating, and four critical illness notices were issued, and now she is still in the ICU ward and has not woken up."

An Qing was stunned for a moment, and then raised her eyebrows.

"So, you think I hurt her like this?"

"I just want to find out who really is killer."

"But listen to your tone, the murderer is me!" An Qing slammed his hand away, "Then what are you still talking nonsense about me here, call the police to arrest me, I am willing to pay for your mother's life." ”

"An An, I just want to get to the bottom of it." Fu Mochuan sighed: "You said that you fainted as soon as you entered the apartment, that is, you didn't see Fan Luowei's mother and daughter?" ”

"They're there too?" An Qing's eyebrows jumped: "Since there are other people at the scene, why do you think I am the murderer?" ”

Fu Mochuan exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest, damn it, this is the most difficult to get rid of.

Judging from the surveillance of the corridor, Xie Mingzhu took Fan Luowei's hand and entered the apartment affectionately, and soon after An Qing arrived, Zhang Lili rushed over in a panic.

Everything coincided with their confessions.

Fan Luowei has no reason to kill Xie Mingzhu at all, she is still pregnant with a child and wants to enter the Fu family, so she can only please Xie Mingzhu in every way.

An Qing is different, she has always been incompatible with Xie Mingzhu, both bright and dark, no matter in any way, she is more motivated than Fan Luowei.