Moran Ember burst out laughing, laughing for the first time at his own innocence and delusion.

Moran Ember picked up the hospital gown and changed it into, the buttons on the hospital gown were like cracks in her heart, and the buttons were like stitches sewing her broken heart one after another.

It's just that the hand that holds the button has been shaking, and it has almost not been buttoned several times.

Mo Lanyan, who had changed his clothes, slowly lay down on the bed, holding the sheet tightly with both hands and covering his thin body.

Mo Lanshen's whole person became confused, and the scene of Fang Luchen's death kept coming to his mind, as well as the scene of Fang Luchen driving into himself and laughing wildly.

She even remembered herself lying on the operating table.

She still remembers the cold touch.

But how could Fang Luchen die?

Moran Ember closed his eyes, trying to remember what was wrong.

It was absolutely impossible for him to kill, and there was no one who wanted to kill her.

But if you really want to commit suicide, how can you hide from the camera. People who want to commit suicide will go to great lengths to pay attention to these details?

Moran's heart suddenly cooled.

There was a thought that was frantically shouting in Mo Lanyan's heart, could it be that she was faking her death, and Fang Luchen might still be alive in this world.

Fang Luchen didn't die, she just used a trick.

Thinking of this, Moran Ash's dead gaze appeared with a trace of waves.

If she hadn't died, she would have faked her death to escape responsibility. She just doesn't want to die, she just doesn't want to take responsibility for her children.

The thought almost blew up Moran's entire head.

Moran Ember struggled to suppress the generation of this crazy idea.

She should not have suspected a dead man with such greatest malice.

But this kind of thought kept growing in her heart.

Moran Ember gasped for breath, his face became more and more pale, his brows were about to be twisted, and the whole person seemed to be in a nightmare.

But she was more sober than anyone else.

Thin, yes, thin.

Perhaps grasping at a life-saving straw, Moran Ember suddenly opened his eyes, quickly opened his bag, and took out his mobile phone from the bag. I didn't notice a cold sweat on my forehead at all.

She didn't know if the call would go through, but she hoped it would.

It seemed that only by hearing Ya Bo's voice could she feel a little more at ease.

"Please, get through." Moran Ember held his phone tightly and kept muttering. Looking at the words on the screen, I was about to cry.

If Ya Bo is by her side now, he will definitely come up with a good plan.

She didn't know why she called Ya Bo, she just subconsciously wanted to get Ya Bo's attitude.

She was even afraid that Fang Luchen's death would make Fang Yabo blame herself.

She didn't know why she had such absurd thoughts, she was just afraid.

When the call time began to time, Moran Ember didn't know what to say, his eyes were fixed on the screen, his lips squirmed slightly, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Lan Ash, what's the matter?"

When Fang Yabo's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, Moran Ember panicked, almost subconsciously wanting to hang up the phone.

But she was reluctant.

Even if she could only hear Ya Bo's words, she felt very warm.

"Hey, Ya Bo."

Moran Ember laughed and cried, and put the phone to his ear, his tone so cautious.

"Embers?"

Perhaps sensing that Moran Ash's mood was wrong, Fang Yabo's tone was extraordinarily gentle.

And this gentle 'Lan Ash' pierced Mo Lan Ash's heart.

Moran Ember covered his mouth with his left hand to prevent himself from crying.