Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Chapter 721 Another day of thinking about the title

He withdrew the hand he wanted to caress, then asked the driver to help him to the bathroom, washed his hands and face carefully, and then asked the driver to take out a clean dress from the closet and change into it.

After tidying up his body, he sat on the side of the bed, touched Shen Qing's cold body, and grasped her pulseless wrist.

A pair of good-looking hands on weekdays, but now the fingertips are swollen by blisters, touching the palms, full of uneven potholes.

He touched Shen Qing's hand, suddenly his eyes became hot, and a tear fell directly onto the back of Shen Qing's hand.

Strange, why is he crying?

Why is he crying, Shen Qing is just asleep, it's not like she can't wake up, it's not like she's dead.

Lu Tingchuan took a breath, put down Shen Qing's hand gently, then raised his hand to stroke her head, and said in the most gentle voice as usual: "How many times have I told you, remember to blow your hair after washing, you Sleep without blowing, you will have a headache when you wake up, and I will blow your head when you get up."

The person on the bed didn't respond to him as usual.

Lu Tingchuan's temperament has long been worn out on Shen Qing, even if this person doesn't "talk" to him, he won't be annoyed, so he asks the driver to go to the bathroom cabinet to bring him a hair dryer.

After plugging the wire into the socket on the head of the bed, he pushed the switch and turned it to low hot air to blow Shen Qing's hair.

Shen Qing is afraid of noise, every time he blows her hair, he always adjusts it to a low gear, fearing that the wind will scald her and keep her far away.

Her black hair was long and thick, and it took about twenty minutes to blow it. Fortunately, Lu Tingchuan had already gotten used to it.

Carefully picked her up, dragged the back of her head and placed it on his lap, gently inserted five fingers into her hair, held up the hair dryer to blow slowly, this time the blowing time was extraordinarily long.

He glanced at the driver who was still watching: "Go down, you are not needed here."

"Okay..." The driver walked out of the bedroom in three steps.

"Close the door."

The door was closed with a bang, and the only sound in the room was the sound of the hair dryer.

Lu Tingchuan was distracted when he was talking to the driver, the hair dryer was almost reaching Shen Qing's forehead, he felt his fingertips burning before he realized it, quickly dropped the hair dryer, hugged Shen Qing and gently blew on her forehead.

"Does it hurt?

It's so hot, why don't you make a sound? "

How much he wished to hear Shen Qing open his mouth and shout "It hurts".

Her hair had already been blown dry, and Lu Tingchuan combed it for her with a comb.

He wanted to talk to Shen Qing, but he didn't know what to say. He actually knew it in his heart, knowing that no matter how much he said, Shen Qing would never respond to him again.

He hugged her and began to tremble again, tears were falling down, he opened his mouth to scream and cry, but he found that when people are extremely sad, they are silent.

He cried silently, not understanding why things turned out like this, Shen Qing's body was too cold, she wanted to cover her with a quilt, but there was no quilt on the bed.

Lu Tingchuan remembered what Aunt Lin said on the phone. Shen Qing was in the bathtub, filled with water, holding the wet quilt and smothering himself to death...

The quilt was not on the bed, it was in the bathtub in the bathroom.

Lu Tingchuan crawled into the bathroom on his knees. The bathroom hadn't been cleaned up yet, so he kept the scene of the incident.

He crawled in and saw the bedding on the floor, and the muddy water in the bathtub, with paper-like flotsam floating in it.

Lu Tingchuan went over and put his hand into the bathtub. Some of the paper still had writing on it. He fished out the mottled scraps of paper from the water, twisted them together on the floor tiles, and spelled out a few paragraphs in the tiny handwriting.

"Shen Qing likes Mr. Lu, Shen Qing wants to marry Mr. Lu, Shen Qing waits for Mr. Lu at home, Mr. Lu doesn't like Shen Qing, Mr. Lu doesn't want Shen Qing, Shen Qing doesn't wait for Mr. Lu."

"I want to love someone for the rest of my life, but when I look back, I realize that life is so short, I don't love anymore... I dare not love..."

He saw the dilapidated suitcase lying on the side, the suitcase that Shen Qing kept was empty inside, only a sober Shen Qing would know about this suitcase.

So Shen Qing was no longer a fool.

Fools really don't want to be lame.

When did Shen Qing not be stupid?

Lu Tingchuan didn't know that only the stupid Shen Qing would have eyes full of him, and only the stupid Shen Qing would obediently stay by his side and follow behind him.

So since when did Shen Qing not be stupid?

When she stopped calling him "A Ming", it was just two months ago... Why did he not realize it until now?

Everything was unraveling, and Lu Tingchuan finally came to his senses and knew everything.

It turned out that Shen Qing was no longer a fool from that early on, she had been pretending by his side, and wanted to leave even though she was pregnant with a child, she had been waiting for this moment.

He originally thought that if one day she woke up and wanted to leave, then the child might be the only existence that could keep her in this world.

But Shen Qing didn't want a child from the very beginning, she didn't want a child, it means that she gave up everything.

Lu Tingchuan's brain was filled with various images for a moment, as if it was about to explode from his mind.

Shen Qing loved him once, loved him very much, she thought about waiting for him to come home, thought about loving him for the rest of her life, but he made her dare not love again.

Lu Tingchuan went back to the bedroom, tried his best to hold Shen Qing in his arms, and he repeated it over and over again.

"Shen Qing, I love you, Shen Qing, I want to marry you, Shen Qing, I'm home, I will never leave you behind, please open your eyes and look at me...Ah Qing, I won't let you waited……"

The sudden departure was like a gust of wind, and he didn't even know that she was suffering from sadness during this time.

When Shen Qing loved him the most, Lu Tingchuan spent the years. When he was the easiest to fall in love with each other, he ruthlessly threw her down time and time again. Can't ask for it.

Thousands of arrows pierce the heart, and the heart is as dead as ashes, so this is the feeling.

And Shen Qing was by his side for four years under this kind of pain...

A 22-year-old should be looking at the mountains, rivers and seas, and feeling the afterglow of the setting sun, instead of dying in the water of the bathtub like this.

Lu Tingchuan hugged Shen Qing's cold body, without a quilt, he turned on the hair dryer again, and the hot air blew on Shen Qing's body, in a vain attempt to heat up the cold body.

It can blow heat for a short time, but the inside is cold, no matter how hard you blow it, it will still be cold.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon...are you really not going to have children?

Shen Qing...why are you so heartless and leave the two children alone! "

Lu Tingchuan roared, he clutched Shen Qing's shoulders, his eyes were red to the point of bleeding.

What should he do?

Shen Qing died, what should he do?

Why... He went to Li's house, went to Li's house, knelt down, and begged someone to save her. He had done so much, experienced so much, begged for so long, and finally kindled hope, but now it was all in vain. nothing left.