Wen Lan screamed in fright, trembling and throwing the paper bag in his hand two or three meters away!

A bloodied black dead cat rolls out of a paper bag with a bright dagger stuck in its belly!

A piece of blood-stained paper fell to the ground.

It took Wen Lan a long time to calm down and bend down to pick up the piece of paper.

"Don't be cheap again" The four big black characters are reflected on the white paper, which is shocking!

Xie Yansheng has now filed for divorce from An Zhen, last night in the hospital, she and Xie Yansheng were seen together by An Zhen again, presumably An Zhen came to intimidate her when she was angry!

At the juncture of Xie Yansheng's divorce, Wen Lan didn't want to be distracted by another incident, so he neither called the police nor told Xie Yansheng.

Before Wen Lan called the property, he curled up the paper and threw it in the trash.

Soon, a cleaner and security guard arrived, put the dead cat in a paper bag, cleaned up the blood on the floor, and repeatedly promised to immediately call the surveillance, and asked if she needed to call the police.

She refused.

Because no matter whether the mastermind behind the scenes is An Zhen or not, it will not leave any traces in the monitored area.

Even if she turns out the surveillance, she is photographed by an irrelevant person, and she can't find anything by herself.

Walking into the room, after locking it, Wen Lan still had palpitations.

Even though she turned on the lights in the living room and all the bedrooms, she subconsciously remembered the dead cat with the dagger from time to time.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, I was about to go to the hospital to accompany Zhou Qiao, when the call rang.

Seeing that the number was the one Xie Yansheng called at noon, Wen Lan hurriedly clicked on it.

"Is it easier to talk now?" Xie Yan's deep voice quickly tugged at her heartstrings.

After a moment of distraction, she let out a soft "um".

"In the morning, I made the paternity test results of An Zhen's son public in the An family and the Xie family." Xie Yansheng suddenly chuckled, "What do you guess their reaction is?"

Wen Lan gasped and couldn't help but worry about Xie Yansheng.

"An Zhen's son is still in the hospital, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

"I want to end my marriage with An Zhen as soon as possible and be with you openly. Don't you want to?" Xie Yansheng asked softly.

At this moment, she did not hide her emotions anymore, and said "yes" firmly.

"In the hospital or in the Library, huh?" Xie Yansheng asked again.

"I'm going to the hospital for the night." She didn't hide the sound of the banquet, "You said on the phone at noon that you were whipped again, and you didn't hurt badly, right?"

"The injury is not serious, just look at it! You are not allowed to accompany Zhou Qiao tonight, so you should stay with me." Xie Yan joking.

"Don't block me at this time!" Wen Lan said with a calm face, "When you solve all the troubles, I will accompany you twenty-four hours a day!"

"Wen Lan, you have to talk about it!" The thanksgiving banquet was overjoyed.

"Words count." She didn't disobey her.

Xie Yansheng: "Then I won't see you for the next few days. By the way, remember to pull me out of your blacklist. Talking to you on the phone with a trumpet feels like a thief."

"Okay." She took the initiative to end the call.

When I went downstairs, I lifted Xie Yansheng's contact information as soon as possible.

When he came to the hospital's intensive care ward, Wen Lan saw Zhou's mother lying on the escort bed chatting with Zhou Qiao.

"I haven't seen you for most of the day, and I feel a lot better." Wen Lan smiled and said hello.

Zhou Qiao stared at Wen Lan seriously for the first time since he was hospitalized, "The things of TT during the day are enough for you to be busy, with my mother and nurses accompanying me, you don't come back at night, go back and have a good rest."

"Auntie has been with you for a day, let Auntie sleep well at night, I won't leave tonight." Wen Lan took off his coat and put the duffel bag containing a change of clothes on the table.

Zhou's mother hurriedly got up and said some kind words to Wen Lan, and finally made a compromise under Wen Lan's repeated insistence.

Before Zhou's mother left the ward, she took Zhou Qiao's hand again and spoke in a heavy voice

"Your dad was so happy when he heard you drink half a bowl of porridge that he almost jumped off the hospital bed. You also know that your dad loves you the most since you were a child, even if it's not for anything else, you should think more about your dad."

"Mom, stop talking, I know what to do." Zhou Qiao's eyes turned red again, and he pushed Zhou's mother.

Wen Lan sent Zhou's mother out of the ward, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the open-air balcony had been sealed.

"Don't worry, I won't be unable to think about it anymore—" Zhou Qiao owed, his face frighteningly pale under the light.

"When I knew that Nuan Nuan was dying, I couldn't wait to accompany her immediately. You are the one who keeps comforting me, encouraging me, and giving me hope in the midst of adversity." Wen Lan sat on the edge of the bed.

"You know my family, Wen Jinyin and Mrs. Wen only have calculations for me. My marriage to Xie Yansheng was calculated by them. You are different from me, even if there is no Zhao Huan, there are still aunts and uncles who love you to the bone."

Zhou Qiao said in a trembling voice, "I have never worried about money since I was a child, and I have never experienced dog blood such as splitting my legs and being green from my first love. Maybe this kind of life is so complete that even God can't stand it."

"Nine times out of ten, who knows what will happen tomorrow! I am living a better life than before, and I feel that my life is short for a few decades, and I should live a good life one day at a time." Wen Lan thought of himself and Xie Yan's faint future, and was inexplicably sad.

The two chatted unhurriedly, and when they were about to go to sleep, Wen Lan suddenly remembered Yang Yang.

She tried to send a WeChat message to Jiang Jingci and asked if Yang Yang's illness was better.

To her surprise, Jiang Jingci, who had always answered her questions, did not reply.

She sent the message again, still waiting for no response.

The more this happened, the more uneasy she became.

Maybe Jiang Jingci didn't see the information when she fell asleep, she comforted herself.

As soon as I put the phone on the bedside, the screen lit up, and Jiang Jingci's call flashed on it.

She hurriedly shrunk under the quilt and hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?" Look at the book

Jiang Jingci was stunned and said perfunctorily, "It's okay".

"Don't lie to me, has Yangyang's condition improved?"

Wen Lan still heard some perfunctory words in his voice.

"I coughed worse at night than during the day, and the nurse just made a fog." Jiang Jingci heard a cry from there.

Wen Lan instantly lost his sleepiness, "After the atomization is done, why is Yang Yang still crying?"

"It must be uncomfortable in the lungs." Jiang Jingci said anxiously, "You can't help again, so don't pretend to worry about my daughter anymore."

Wen Lan only felt heartbroken.

After the call, she lay in bed for a while, fumbling in the dark and getting dressed.

"Lao Jiang's daughter is hospitalized?" Zhou Qiao stretched out his hand and unscrewed the wall lamp above.