Because the Buddha had no reaction, Mo Yuechen couldn't guess his mind for the time being.

"How? Step Zhengrong, do you sign or not? Is it fatal, or is it money? He asked Buddha Wuxin directly, still staring at the change in Buddha Wuxin's face motionlessly.

At this moment, Gu Manqing and Joseph also held their breath, waiting for Buddha Wuxin's answer. Before, Gu Manqing didn't know that Mo Yuechen had brought the agreement over today, and she didn't need to look at the agreement to guess the general content on it.

After a while, Buddha Wuxin finally finished reading all the contents of the four pages of A4 paper. After glancing at it, he was unceremonious, threw it on the wooden table in front of him with a heavy hand, and said to Mo Yuechen at the same time: "You are daydreaming!" ”

The more Mo Yuechen threatened him, the more he didn't buy it. His temperament is like this, he hates to be threatened, and would rather die than give in.

Suddenly, Mo Yuechen's eyes widened again, turned his head, squinted at Buddha Wuxin contemptuously, and asked half-believingly, "Am I daydreaming?" Are you sure you won't? ”

Buddha Wuxin replied to him in a very positive tone, and replied with a very resolute attitude, saying, "Yes! Mo Yuechen, just what you did to me this time, so you don't want to get anything from me! My inheritance, my money, I'd rather die and bring it to the coffin than leave you a cent! ”

Mo Yuechen was also so angry by Buddha Wuxin's words, and the nerves in his face kept twitching. However, he tried his best to suppress the anger in his chest, and calmly said to the Buddha, "You will regret it." So, I'll give you a few more days to think about it. I'll bring you some news in a few days, and you'll change your mind. ”

Mo Yuechen was so confident that he couldn't help but cry and laugh. He was silent again, and sat there peacefully, but the anger on his face became heavier and heavier.

This time, Mo Yuechen finished speaking, and he didn't decide to stay here longer. He told Joseph to keep an eye on Buddha Wuxin, and then left with Gu Manqing.

Coming here, leaving here, along the way, Gu Manqing was blindfolded. Because Mo Yuechen refused to let her know the specific location here.

Duan family, Duan Qingyuan was already back by Duan Yanzheng. And he was also bathed by Duan Yanzheng, then ate some things and slept for a while. It was approaching evening, and he had just woken up, brushing his teeth and shaving his beard in front of the mirror.

Gradually drifting away and gradually without books, the water is wide and the fish sink where to ask.

The one in the mirror, he himself didn't want to look at it directly, so embarrassed, so haggard, so old. The most important point is that he felt that the man in the mirror, he was so cruel and terrible, because his own children died at his hands.

"I don't want to see you, I don't want to see you......" Looking at it, Duan Qingyuan finally really didn't want to see himself like this again. He muttered a few words to himself, then released the toothbrush and put it in his mouth, clenched his right hand into a fist, and slammed it into the mirror.

There was a loud "bang", and the mirror in front of him immediately became fragmented. The fragments and debris on the mirror, with a screeching sound, fell little by little.

At this time, Duan Qingyuan groaned a little happily, and smiled coldly, "Heh...... Hehe......"

His right hand, the fist, was still pressed against the broken mirror. Above the fist, blood was dripping, and it meandered down those large and small cracks.

Sister-in-law Zhang, who was cooking downstairs, heard the abnormal sound from the third floor, quickly turned off the fire, threw away the spatula, and hurriedly ran upstairs in a panic.

When she came to the door of the bathroom, Sister-in-law Zhang saw Duan Qingyuan standing there, the mirror in front of him was broken, and her right hand was full of blood, and her expression couldn't help but panic.

Sister-in-law Zhang naturally knew what had happened in the last two days, so now she didn't say anything. She let out a helpless sigh, then turned and hurried back downstairs to bring a medical kit.

This time, Sister-in-law Zhang walked directly to Duan Qingyuan's side, only to see that Duan Qingyuan's fist was still against the broken mirror. She couldn't help but feel sour and distressed when she saw it, and while taking out gauze scissors and disinfectant water, she comforted Duan Qingyuan with a good voice, and said, "Young master, don't do this, don't hurt yourself...... If you treat yourself like this, the child will not be able to recover, you should look ahead......"

Duan Qingyuan didn't hear Sister-in-law Zhang's words, but Sister-in-law Zhang broke off his hand and treated those hideous wounds for him, and he didn't resist. In short, now his whole body is numb, and the pain in his heart and hands can stop him.

Throughout the afternoon, Zhou Weihong stayed at the Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine to accompany Feng Zhenzhen. At about two o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Zhenzhen woke up and finished the soup she brought. At four o'clock, the doctor examined her again.

The doctor still said that Feng Zhenzhen was fine for the time being, but because she had experienced a miscarriage, her physique became weaker and more sensitive, and she had to be hospitalized for at least a week to continue the examination.

Zhou Weihong nodded again and again, indicating that she had understood. Then the doctor asked her to sign and transferred Feng Zhenzhen to the inpatient department.

Although Zhou Weihong accompanied Feng Zhenzhen throughout the afternoon, there were still only a few words of conversation between their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. And those conversations were nothing more than Zhou Weihong asking Feng Zhenzhen, how do you feel now, do you want to do this and that, do you want to eat this and that, etc. Anyway, now, they are becoming more and more rusty and less enthusiastic about each other. Their hearts and minds seem to be separated by a chasm that is as wide as 108,000 miles.

Duan Qingyuan was at Duan's house and finished dinner very early. It was only a few minutes after five o'clock, and he rushed to the hospital again to take over from Zhou Weihong to take care of Feng Zhenzhen.

Compared with the morning, Duan Qingyuan's complexion at this time looked much better. In terms of image and appearance, it should also be clean, decent, and spiritual.

Because Duan Qingyuan came over, Zhou Weihong withdrew with confidence. However, when she got up from the stool, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Duan Qingyuan's gauze-bandaged right hand, and her face changed drastically again.

Duan Qingyuan's right hand, under the gauze, there was faint blood oozing. When Zhou Weihong saw it, he was so angry that even the broken hair on his forehead stood up.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with your hands? She hurriedly walked towards Duan Qingyuan, looked up at him, and asked with an anxious expression.

Seeing that Zhou Weihong saw his injured hand, Duan Qingyuan quietly hid that hand behind him.

"It's fine. Go back, I'll leave it here. He replied perfunctorily to Zhou Weihong that he wouldn't look at her.

Zhou Weihong had an expression of hatred for him again, and shook his head in annoyance.

Eventually, she forced herself to calm down, gasped heavily, and said, "Okay, okay...... I'll go back, I'll go back ......."