President Ba Chong, woman you are so sweet

Chapter 239: The wedding was held as scheduled, as she wished. There was a bright red bloodstain on the tombstone before the name was engraved, smudged, like a blooming rose, the bright red color was extremely dazzling under the moonlight .

Mo Hen was terrified by the blood that Leng Muchen suddenly spurted from his mouth, he hurriedly supported him and left, but Leng Muchen, whose mouth was full of blood, refused to leave, "It's okay, I'm fine."

"Young Master Leng, don't be stubborn anymore. She is dead and will never come back. She doesn't feel, see, or hear. You're just torturing yourself by doing things like goodbye."

Mohen's roar made Leng Muchen stare into a pair of scarlet eyes, glaring at Mohen, he wiped the blood from his mouth, squatted down on the ground again, covered the stone slab of the grave, and whispered muttered something.

He wanted to stand up, but his feet were unbelievably soft, and his eyes were pitch-black. Those scarlet eyes were suddenly closed tightly, and his body fell to the ground.

"Bang Dang." With a loud sound of falling to the ground, Mohen ran over in panic.

"Master Leng, hold on, we'll go to the hospital right away, come... come..."

Mohen's panicked shouts echoed in the desolate mountain stream. Leng Muchen was dragged up from the ground by him, and he was already unconscious. Mohen's shouts made the bodyguards of the Leng family who had been guarding below run over immediately. Mu Chen leaned against Mohen's arms in a coma, and was startled.

"Don't be dazed, quickly carry Leng Shao to the car to the nearest hospital, and quickly notify He Baiyao..."

Leng Muchen felt that he had a dream. He was sitting on the top of a cold mountain, looking at the gray sky in the distance and waiting. Suddenly, a group of birds with white wings flew by, and he couldn't help standing up from that place.

It was a group of beautiful little birds with white feathers and shiny things on top of their heads, and suddenly he realized that they were not birds but a group of angels.

My heart suddenly ached.

"Little Putao." He couldn't help shouting, he felt that his baby might be inside, he really wanted to, really wanted to take a good look at her.

It seemed that his voice was heard by this group of lovely angels, and they flew to his side. Only then did he see clearly that these winged children were so beautiful that they were outrageous.

It looks like something out of a western oil painting, so cute and beautiful.

"Little Putao, are you there? I'm Dad."

He searched for his daughter in those lovely eyes, but he had never seen what she looked like, all he had seen was a pool of blood.

My heart suddenly hurt like I was going to die.

He felt that he was shedding tears, but his hands were stiff for some reason, unable to move.

Suddenly there was a soft touch on his face, he looked up, a little angel with flapping wings was blinking a pair of big eyes looking at him, and her fleshy little hands were wiping his tears, she didn't speak, just a pair of Looking at him with big eyes like that made his heart feel soft.

"Little Putao, is that you?"

"Dad, don't cry."

Her small mouth didn't move, but it made him hear a voice, which was the most beautiful sound of nature in the world he had ever heard.

The fleshy little hands wiped away the tears on his face warmly. Leng Muchen looked at her eyes that resembled her mother's, and felt distressed as if he was about to suffocate, "Son, come back, okay? Your mother doesn't want I'm gone, don't you want your father too?"

"Dad, don't cry, don't cry."

There was only such a waxy voice that responded to him, and the soft touch on his face disappeared, and he looked up in a panic, only to see that little angel flapping its wings and about to leave.

Leng Muchen shouted in horror, "Don't go, don't go."

"Dad, I'm an angel, destined to live in heaven, I can't be by your side, so everyone will think you have a monster child."

"Don't be afraid. No one dares to hurt you. Dad will protect you. Come back."

"Dad, don't cry, goodbye..."

"Don't go, don't..."

It was almost dawn when Leng Muchen woke up from his dream, Mohen was the only one guarding him. He had already notified the old man and his wife, but the two places were so far apart, they couldn't get there in a while.

"Young Master Leng, Young Master Leng, how do you feel?"

Mohen's worried and anxious voice pulled Leng Muchen back from the dream to reality.

He blinked his wet eyes, subconsciously touched it, his fingertips were wet.

"Master Leng, do you feel unwell? I'll call the doctor."

Leng Muchen stared blankly in one direction, recalling the dream just now in his mind. In the dream, the child's hands were so soft, so warm, so real... But all of this turned out to be a dream, just a dream.

The doctor came, along with He Baiyao.

"Mu Chen, how do you feel?" He Baiyao took a piece of gauze from the water bowl on the table and dabbed it on Leng Mu Chen's parched and dry lips.

There was no answer. The man lying on the hospital bed opened his eyes, but his eyes were empty. He seemed to have no soul, leaving only a breathing corpse.

This kind of Leng Muchen made He Boyao feel distressed, but thinking of the truth of what Lan Xiao told him, he swallowed the bitterness in his throat helplessly. One pain is better than several times. What could seriously hurt him?

"Did you tell her?"

After an unknown amount of time, He Baiyao suddenly heard Leng Muchen ask such a question in a weak tone.

she?

What is she referring to?

"Ah."

After guessing, he nodded affirmatively.

The silence after He Baiyao's answer made Leng Muchen's heart sink to the bottom of the cold pool, and he could never get up again.

"She didn't say anything, did she?"

"Ah."

Another affirmative answer, Leng Muchen twitched the corners of his lips mockingly, "Call me Mohen."

"Master Leng, I'm here, what do you want?" Hearing that Mohen walked around the bed and stood in front of Leng Muchen when he heard his name being called.

"The wedding is on schedule, I want to sleep for a while and don't let anyone bother me."

"...Master Leng, wedding? With whom?"

Mohen was stunned by the question all of a sudden, and the words he answered were all in a daze.

He Baiyao frowned, and couldn't help reminding: "Mu Chen, don't be impulsive."

"No impulse, I will do as she wishes, let's all go out."

The last four words of sighing, like an old man who has been exhausted for a lifetime, this tone makes people feel emotional. He Baiyao knows that this man is not a person who is willing to make a decision easily, but as long as the decision is made, there is no room for change. up.

After walking out of the ward, He Boyao called Lan Xiao directly on his cell phone.

When Lan Xiao received a call from He Boyao, she asked emotionally, "Does it matter what happened to him?"

Over there, He Baiyao couldn't help sighing when he heard Lan Xiao's anxious question, "Lan Xiao, why are you doing this?"

"He's fine, he's fine, right?"

Hearing He Boyao's tone of voice, Lan Xiao asked guessily.

"Lan Xiao, if he really died and something happened, would you regret it?"

"Doctor He, I have no choice. My biological mother looks almost crazy. I deeply understand that I don't want him to try again. If after all the dust settles, we still can't resolve these misunderstandings, then we can only It means there is no fate between us."

Having loved this scene, she doesn't regret it. To get those things, I don't know what kind of trap Mo Mengjie will make?She doesn't know if she will come back alive, if she can come back alive, she will find him and hold on to him, even if it is the fact that he and Mo Mengjie are married, she will put aside those heavy burdens Shackles, grab him back with your sincerity.

And she has already made the best preparations, so the pain is only temporary.

Leng Muchen, wait for me, wait for me, okay?

"Lan Xiao, he has decided to hold the wedding with Mo Mengjie as scheduled."

There was a "bang", as if something exploded on the top of her head, her head was in a daze from the pain, "What did you say?"

"Lan Xiao, I don't think you haven't heard. The matter has reached such a point. If you want to recover, it's still too late."

"No, it's too late."

Lan Xiao was so distressed that she couldn't breathe. She wanted to tell He Boyao that they didn't know Mo Mengjie at all. Holding someone else's handle, she will always hold it in her hand until she dies.

So she can only agree to her conditions first, stabilize her, and then slowly deploy, so that she can also hold her deadly handle in her hands.

After the phone was hung up, Lan Xiao felt blood gushing out of her body again, and her pale face was covered with tears.

A lot of people are having a hard time tonight.

In a small villa in the center of the city, Molly instilled Lan Xiao's unfilial piety into Yuan Shaokun word by word, "A child like this who wished that his biological father would never recover, would be stabbed in the back even if he was alive. Why did Mu Chen suddenly choose Meng Jie and leave her behind? Didn't he see clearly the essence of her hypocrisy?"