The people around them were also a little panicked, worried that something big would happen, and they all looked over here with concern.

"Looking for Ye Qiao......" Fu Beimo's mind was already a little unclear, and he couldn't understand his words, and his face was pale and pale.

But Zhang Yan quickly understood what he meant, and hurriedly took out Fu Beimo's mobile phone from Fu Beimo and dialed it to Ye Qiaofei.

I secretly prayed in my heart, hoping that Ye Qiaofei would definitely answer the phone.

A crisp phone rang, and the sudden sound interrupted Ye Qiaofei's contemplation.

She couldn't help frowning and raised her hand to pull out her phone.

It's just that after her eyes touched the screen, the movements of her hands suddenly stopped, and she couldn't help but be a little stunned.

I saw Ye Qiaofei looking at the call notification displayed on the mobile phone with a complicated expression, and the three big words "Fu Beimo" were impressively on it, jumping and flashing, as if urging her to connect.

Ye Qiaofei pursed her lips slightly, recalling the past when she was hurt by Fu Beimo.

I feel a little pain in my heart, the original thing has passed, but now when I think about it, I still can't help but feel sad and sad.

The ringing of the ringing in reality pulled her out of her memories, and the scene she had just recalled was still flashing in front of her eyes, and she wanted to hang up the phone.

"Miss Ye." Zhang Yan's hurried voice came from the other end of the phone.

Ye Qiaofei seemed to be awakened by the voice, and then realized that her body had already subconsciously helped her react.

Although her reason told her not to connect, her fingers had already drawn to another option.

She didn't have time to dodge, so she could only boldly face the phone call she didn't want to answer.

However, the person who spoke was not Fu Beimo, which made her a little strange, and she didn't have time to ask more, and the person who spoke quickly gave her the reason.

"Mr. Fu fainted at the dinner, the situation is very bad, he was still reading your name before he fell unconscious." Zhang Yan's anxious voice interrupted Ye Qiaofei's thoughts.

"Then call the emergency number, what are you looking for me?" Ye Qiaofei responded pretending not to care.

As soon as Zhang Yan heard this, his heart rose to his throat, and he could only plead: "Mr. Fu is at the Haoyue Hotel, so please come here, he is really in a bad state." ”

Ye Qiaofei hung up the phone, wanting to ignore it.

But after all, he was still soft-hearted, and his worried mood about Fu Beimo prevailed, and he sighed resignedly and went to the place Zhang Yan said.

Ye Qiaofei pushed open the box and saw Fu Beimo, who had been placed on the sofa.

He has always had a strong aura and a cold and clear face, but at this time, his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he felt a little more fragile and fragile, which made people feel a little distressed out of thin air.

Ye Qiaofei resisted the urge to rush forward, but only slightly quickened his pace and walked over quickly.

When her eyes swept over the empty wine bottles on the wine table, she couldn't help frowning and looked at Zhang Yan: "How much did you drink?" He's not going to die! ”

That's the amount of alcohol consumed, not to mention how likely it is to get intoxicated.

Even if this is not the case, a normal person's stomach still can't withstand such a toss, Fu Beimo's stomach is already more fragile than ordinary people, and it can't withstand this kind of suffering at all.

It's just that although he couldn't stop complaining in his heart, Ye Qiaofei still ordered seriously: "Let them all go out, there are too many people and the air circulation is not smooth, open the window by the way to dredge the air here." ”

She stretched out her hand and rolled Fu Beimo's eyelids, and her nervous heart relaxed slightly.

I don't know exactly what the situation is, but at the moment, it's not the worst case.

Carefully observing Fu Beimo's face, coupled with the fact that he was still covering his stomach with his hands intentionally or unintentionally in a coma, he already had some understanding of his physical condition.

Ye Qiaofei reasonably speculated that Fu Beimo should have stomach bleeding.

As for the severity, she looked up at Zhang Yan and said unhurriedly: "He hasn't eaten normally for a long time, and he told me how much he drank just now." ”

Zhang Yan didn't dare to hide anything, and told Ye Qiaofei one by one.

He was also afraid in his heart that if something happened to Mr. Fu, Fu would really fall.

Every time he eats, he will prepare some meals for Mr. Fu and remind him to eat.

But Mr. Fu is always busy with his head down to deal with documents, often too late to eat, and always in a hurry to deal with a few bites.

Or when I think about it, the food will be cold for a long time, and it's not good for the stomach.

He also wanted to help block the wine at the dinner tonight, but Mr. Wang named him, and he had to drink it in person, otherwise he would not appreciate his face.

In order to solve the problem of the company's capital chain as soon as possible, Mr. Fu carried it and poured sip after sip of wine into his stomach, which made him tremble.

Ye Qiaofei sighed deeply after hearing this, Fu Beimo doesn't treat himself as a human being.

Fortunately, she was prepared when she came, and she took out the acupuncture bag with clean hands and feet, and the action of the needles was neat and clean, full of strength.

After a while, the various acupuncture points on Fu Beimo's body were filled with large and small needles, glowing with silver-white light under the glow of the light.

During this period, Ye Qiaofei stayed aside without moving.

When Fu Beimo's face eased slightly, and after receiving the needle, she and Zhang Yan arranged Fu Beimo to go home.

Worried that Fu Beimo's situation would deteriorate in the middle of the night, in line with the principle of sending the Buddha to the west, Ye Qiaofei did not refuse Zhang Yan's request to let her stay and take care of Fu Beimo.

After using a towel to wipe the beads of sweat on Fu Beimo's face because of the pain, Ye Qiaofei was about to get up and leave to wash the towel.

Fu Beimo didn't know whether he sensed the departure of the people around him or how, he grabbed Ye Qiaofei with his backhand and muttered, "Don't go...... Don't leave. ”

Ye Qiaofei knew that he couldn't deal with a sick person, so he obediently didn't move anymore and patted the back of his hand comfortingly.

Staring at the peaceful and quiet sleeping face of the man in front of her, it was really difficult for her to connect this person with the decisive Mr. Fu in the shopping mall.

Putting away her extra thoughts, she took care of Fu Beimo with all her attention.

The muttering just now seemed to be just her illusion, and for a while, the room returned to tranquility, and the room was silent.

In the police station on the other side, Ye Wanwan and Huang Juan still did not give up in the face of conclusive evidence.

"Police, we are really wronged, someone must have fabricated perjury to frame us." Ye Wan looked at the police officer with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful.

But the officer just glanced up at her, and continued to sort out the information at hand.

waited until Ye Wanwan cried a few more words, and then said painlessly: "The evidence here is conclusive, and it has been verified by professional technicians, and there are no traces of forgery." ”

The policeman glanced at the two of them, and there was only disdain in their eyes: "The evidence is conclusive, there is no need to quibble, wait for the trial." ”