Wife Express: Abducting the CEO's Heart by Mistake

Yan Wucheng didn't understand why Yan Yuan asked such a question, so he could only answer truthfully. He couldn't show a guilty conscience or being unsteady, otherwise it would show his feet.

"Every year, I clean the Yan family's cemetery, and the key has never been taken by anyone else. Why do you ask so suddenly?"

"Second Uncle, don't be nervous. I just feel that the cemetery is very clean. I want to say thank you for your hard work."

"Why are you being polite to me? The Yan family's ancestors are also my ancestors, cleaning them is a matter of course."

"What are you uncle and nephew talking about? Why are you chatting so happily?"

Old Man Yan's car followed closely behind, and when he got out of the car, he saw the two standing at the door, refusing to go in.

"Old man, I'm talking about second uncle cleaning hard and working hard for this family. Now that he is old, he can rest."

Mr. Yan was noncommittal.He pushed open the door and walked in first.

The Yan family kowtowed to their ancestors, all they had to do was kowtow to their ancestors.The old man took the lead in bowing, Yan Yuan and Yan Wucheng kowtowed on both sides.

Yan Yuan's eyes stayed on the courtyard wall, hoping to find some clues.

"Old man, do the tombs in the corner belong to the Ninth Master?"

"Well, it's his. You probably haven't seen the Ninth Lord. He died young and was a famous romantic talent back then."

Yan Yuan walked towards the wall with his legs. Seeing this, Yan Wucheng remembered that Yan Xie had leaned against the tombstone for a while holding Mu Qingge in his arms.I was too anxious to leave for a while, and I didn't check whether there were any traces left behind the tombstone.

"Xiaoyuan. I'll bring you some paper money, and you'll burn some in front of the grave later."

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yan Wucheng followed with a pile of yellow paper money.

When Yan Yuan walked closer, he saw Yan Jiu written on the tablet, and behind the tablet was a tombstone named Yan Bingwen, who was about the same age as the old man, but it's a pity, he died when he lived long enough.

"Second Master, please burn it for your help. I'll go and see my Eighth Grandpa and Seventh Grandpa."

Yan Yuan took a dozen paper money, and quickly walked around the corner to observe. There was no abnormality found on the ground, and it was cleaned very clean.

When Yan Yuan came to his own grave, he stopped for a moment, looked at the tombstone that had been engraved, facing south, where the wind and rain could not blow, it was indeed a good land, right behind his father's tombstone .

Song Lingwen's grave is next to his father's tombstone.Next to his tombstone is an unoccupied grave, which seems to have been arranged for his future wife.

"Yan Yuan." A small calling sounded at the moment Yan Yuan turned and left.

Yan Yuan's body was slightly stiff, looking in disbelief at the cemetery that the Yan family had reserved for him, there was a faint call from the vacant tomb next to it.

Yan Yuan pushed away the marble slab covering the tomb, and Mu Qingge, who was dying in the tomb, appeared in front of him.

Yan Yuan's face suddenly turned pale, and he looked at the scene in the cemetery in disbelief.

Mu Qingge's hair was unkempt, her whole body was covered with bruises, her face was covered with blood, and she couldn't see her original delicate and clean face clearly.His whole body was buried in the soil, and the word "Yan Yuan" was repeated in his mouth.

Yan Yuan's heart was broken at this moment, the woman in his arms had a pale face and no human color.

There is not a good spot all over the body, it is full of bruises and scabbed blood.

Those bright and delicate eyes seemed to never open again.

He couldn't care less about concealment and indifference anymore, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Mu Qingge's arm, and carried her out of the cemetery.Walk quickly to the gate of the cemetery.

"Old man, is this the result you want?" Yan Yuan's tone was cold, and he glanced strangely at Old Man Yan who was standing blankly at the door.

"Bastard, why is she in the grave!" Old Man Yan raised his crutch and slammed it to the ground.It's like venting all your anger on crutches.

Without saying a word, Yan Yuan walked towards the car with Mu Qingge in his arms.

Seeing Yan Yuan's flustered expression, Old Man Yan quickly shot his eyes at Yan Wucheng.

"What's going on? Why is she in the Yan family's cemetery?"

"Old man, I don't know." Yan Wucheng closed his eyes slightly, and said calmly.

Seeing Yan Yuan's car speeding away, he was shocked.

She didn't expect Yan Yuan to find Mu Qingge.Not to mention that Mu Qingge hadn't woken up yet.From this point of view, it is very likely that she has heard the conversation between him and Yan Xie.

At this moment, Yan Wucheng regretted it, thinking of Yan Xie's words about being non-toxic and not a husband, just now Yan Yuan pointed directly at Old Man Yan.What is the situation?
Yan Yuan looked at Mu Qingge in the co-pilot, with disheveled hair and unconsciousness.Almost out of breath.

He didn't want to hurt her, but during the three days in Yan's house, he gave her the greatest indifference and hurt.

Yan Yuan stepped on the accelerator tightly, and Lu Rover rushed to the hospital door like crazy.

Seeing Mu Qingge being put on an oxygen mask and quickly pushed into the emergency room, Yan Yuan had an illusion that Mu Qingge would leave him this time.

Wen Qing sent Song Ciyun to the door of his house, and when he was about to leave, Song Ciyun finally spoke.

"Wenqing, I will leave City A in three days, and I will trouble you to take care of Xiaoyuan from now on."

"Aunt Song, I don't understand. Since you have entrusted me to take care of it, I don't know if I should say something or not."

"You say it."

"I think that child Mu Qingge has a kind personality and is somewhat similar to Lingwen. Why do you dislike her so much? If you leave, I will agree with her to be with Xiaoyuan."

"That child has no life. The Yan family has never been simple. Someone can commit murder under their noses. Do you think her leg was just a simple fall?"

Wen Qing looked at Song Ciyun with piercing eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Aunt Song, since you saw who it was, why didn't you tell me? That's a life!"

"Is the Yan family carrying too few lives?" Song Ciyun looked at Wen Qing's eyes flushed, sighed, and shook his head helplessly.

"Aunt Song..."

"Wen Qing, there's no need to say any more. You can go back." Song Ciyun let the servants support her to the second floor.

Wen Qing didn't understand, but she was thinking about Mu Qingge.She knew that Song Ciyun must have seen something terrifying.Otherwise, you won't be so negative all of a sudden.

Wen Qing dialed Yan Yuan's phone number, and when he found out that Mu Qingge was still in the hospital, he hung up the phone and hurried over.

When Mu Qingge woke up, it was already the afternoon of the third day.She was lying in the intensive care unit with no one by her bedside.

She moved her body, only to realize that she had an oxygen mask on her mouth and a plaster cast on her arm.There was also a plaster cast on the leg, and there were bursts of pain in the waist and chest.

The combination of internal and external injuries made her ECG sound very weak, as if her life was not long.

She moved her eyes, wanting to get more information, but couldn't move.

Suddenly there was a sound of opening the door.Before seeing him, Mu Qingge heard a voice.She immediately closed her eyes.

"Doctor, when will Miss Mu wake up? Our old man is very worried."

"It's hard to say. She had a vegetative case before, but this time she had a fractured chest cavity, a spinal injury, and severe impacts all over her body. Whether she can wake up or not depends on her fate."

When Mu Qingge heard the doctor's words, her heart sank to the bottom of the valley.Damage to the spine.

"The doctor is sorry for your trouble. Once Miss Mu wakes up, please notify us in time."

Mu Qingge wondered, she couldn't hear this voice wrongly, it was Yan Wucheng's.

It's just why he was so active to ask her about the consequences?Could it be that the old man of the Yan family really showed his kindness and stopped worrying about whether she couldn't get pregnant anymore?

And where did Yan Yuan go?Why not by her side?
Mu Qingge closed her eyes, pretending to be unconscious.A sigh was heard, and then there was the sound of the door closing again.

Mu Qingge closed her eyes, recalling being pushed down at the corner gate of the Yan Family Ancestral Hall.But she didn't hear who said something in her ear. "This is the Yan family's cemetery."

Mu Qingge was lying on the bed, and a few nurses came in to change her dressing and infusion.Take your temperature.

They left soon.Mu Qingge didn't want people to know that she was awake. She didn't know what old man Yan meant, why he suddenly cared so much about her life.So she can only stop with stillness.

I don't know how long I slept.The lights in the intensive care unit were dimmed, and the light was dim, and only the beating sounds of various instruments could be heard in the empty room.And her own regular heartbeat.

The door of the intensive care unit was opened again.

"Mr. Yan, the patient still needs to rest, so don't stay too long." A woman said crisply in a nurse's tone.

Mu Qingge immediately closed her eyes.Yan Yuan is here.Should she tell Yan Yuan that she is awake?Or choose to continue to sleep?

Yan Yuan looked at the woman on the hospital bed full of tubes, lying there lifeless.It seems that after falling into the river and sea.Mu Qingge didn't seem to wake up.

"If this is the case, I would rather you never woke up. If you continue to sleep, then never wake up again." Yan Yuan stared at Mu Qingge for a long time, and finally said it calmly.

Mu Qingge no longer had the strength to open her eyelids.

Yan Yuan didn't stay for long, and left soon.

Mu Qingge's controlled tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, soaked her temples, dripped into the pillow and disappeared.

In the next few days, Mu Qingge didn't see Yan Yuan, but Yan Yuan's sigh, and the words that she didn't want her to wake up, echoed back and forth in her mind like a nightmare.

Wenqing would come to take care of her on time every morning, wipe her face and apply ointment.

Finally one day the plaster cast on her arm was removed, and her hands were able to move.

Where Wen Qing came to wipe, her hands and arms were added.

When Wen Qing helped her wipe it, he would always sigh in her ear and talk about things about her and Yan Yuan's mother when they were young.

It was only then that Mu Qingge discovered that Wen Qing was very concerned about Song Lingwen's death, and even secretly investigated the cause of death for so many years.Unfortunately, there has been no result.

Mu Qingge understands that Wen Qing's surname is Wen, and she and Wen Xu's father are brothers and sisters. They married Zhou Yueren, the second child of the Zhou family, but Zhou Yueren had cancer and left very early. She has been single ever since.

It was only then that Mu Qingge realized that Wen Xu and Wen Wenqing were still aunts and nephews.

Wen Qing also told her that Yan Yuan has been a little crazy recently and is busy buying the Yan family by force.Forcibly acquire the shares held by the older generation before.

Old man Yan was sent to the emergency room in anger.

Mu Qingge vaguely understood why Yan Yuan said such a sentence.