Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen's door.

As Wen Shuangshuang expected, as soon as Wen Ziming got out of the car and walked to the door of the house, he received a message from her. The notification tone of the mobile phone made him stop in his tracks.

This notification sound is only for VX Zhiding friends, and his VX Zhiding is only Wen Shuangshuang.

Wen Ziming frowned, took out his phone and clicked on the vx message, and his pupils dilated slowly as he watched the message sent by Wen Shuangshuang.

"Third brother, why?! Why am I not your real sister? Why did fate play tricks on me like this, let me enjoy your love for so many years, and then suddenly told me that what I have is not mine, I took someone else's The happiness... I really can't bear it! Goodbye, third brother! May I be your sister in the next life!"

The word goodbye entered Wen Ziming's mind, and told him bluntly that Wen Shuangshuang was going to commit suicide!

Wen Ziming's expression changed, and he hurriedly opened the door and entered the room.

"Shuangshuang! Where's Mom Shuangshuang?"

In the room, before Wen Shuangshuang could lay hands on him, Wen Ziming's anxious voice sounded from downstairs.

Her heart trembled, knowing that she couldn't delay any longer, she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and swiped down.

The pain of a cut blood vessel followed, and she couldn't help screaming in pain. The fruit knife fell on the carpet, and bright red blood rushed out from the wound, dripping on her legs and the carpet.

"Shuangshuang? In the room, what's wrong?" Zhao Qiuxia looked up at her son in a daze, with tears still on her face.

Wen Ziming was worried that Wen Shuangshuang committed suicide, and seeing her crying made her feel even worse, and said with an ugly face: "Mom, why are you crying? Did something happen to Shuangshuang?!"

Zhao Qiuxia wiped her face indiscriminately, a little confused by what he said, "What happened to Shuangshuang? Isn't she upstairs?"

Wen Ziming's heart sank, and before he had time to explain to her, he quickly ran upstairs.

"Shuangshuang!" Wen Ziming held the doorknob but found that the door was locked, and he panicked even more, "Shuangshuang, open the door! Don't be overthinking it!"

There was no movement in the room, Wen Ziming turned anxiously and stood at the stairs and shouted, "Housekeeper, bring up the spare key for Miss Fourth's room, hurry up!"

Zhao Qiuxia also sensed something, hurriedly asked the butler to get the key, and followed her upstairs.

"Third young master, here! The key." The butler ran up with the key, and after handing it to him, he bent over panting for breath.

Wen Ziming quickly opened the door and pushed it in. The scene inside the door stunned the three people at the door.

"Ah!!" Zhao Qiuxia screamed in fright, her body limp and fell backwards, the housekeeper hurriedly caught her.

Wen Shuangshuang sat with her head tilted with a pale face, her left hand was resting on the side of the bed, the hideous wound was bubbling out, the bed sheet and the snow-white wool carpet were stained with scarlet blood, which was shocking.

Wen Ziming quickly ran to her side, pulled off the bed sheet next to her to cover the wound to stop the bleeding, and at the same time shouted eagerly: "Quick! Call an ambulance!"

It was the first time for the butler to encounter this kind of scene. He was still holding the unconscious wife in his arms, trembling all over. He took out his mobile phone in a daze, but dropped the mobile phone on the ground with trembling hands.

Wen Qingyue had heard it since Wen Ziming went upstairs, thinking that he and Wen Shuangshuang were acting together again, but the movement outside didn't look like acting, so she opened the door and walked out.

She picked up the housekeeper's mobile phone and handed it to her, glanced at the situation in the room, and calmly said to the housekeeper: "I'll call, you send my mother back to the room to take care of her first."

The housekeeper took the phone hesitantly, but saw that Wen Qingyue was really calling with her own phone, so she left with the unconscious Zhao Qiuxia at ease.

"Hi, hello, someone in Wen's family at No. 350 xx Road committed suicide, please send an ambulance quickly." Wen Qingyue walked in while talking.

Wen Ziming raised his head to look at her when he heard the voice, his face was very ugly, and he yelled angrily: "Get out! Don't come into my sister's room!"

If it wasn't for her, Shuangshuang wouldn't have committed suicide!

How dare she come in? !

Wen Qingyue ignored him, and said calmly: "It's useless for you to stop the bleeding like this. Judging from the state of blood splatter, her ulnar artery and radial artery were cut off. Normally, she would go into shock in 20 minutes, half an hour. If we don’t stop the bleeding, she will lose blood and die before the ambulance arrives.”

There is always a kind of magic in her words, she listened very professionally, Wen Ziming was stunned, and didn't stop her from coming in for a moment, until Wen Qingyue knelt down beside her before realizing it.

"Are you so kind? Wouldn't it be beneficial for you both to commit suicide?" Wen Ziming glared at her and asked suspiciously.

Why do people always like to speculate on other people's minds?

Wen Qingyue frowned a little irritably, and said in a bad tone: "Wen Ziming, if you don't want her to die, just shut up and go downstairs to get the medicine box!"

Wen Ziming was taken aback by the commanding cold tone, he was still dazed, Wen Qingyue frowned even more tightly, and glanced at him in dissatisfaction, he just woke up like a dream, quickly got up and went downstairs to take the medicine chest.

Wen Qingyue looked at Wen Shuangshuang, who was pretending to be dizzy, and a look of amusement flashed across her eyes. She tore off the sheet wrapped around Wen Ziming's wrist, looked at the wound that was still bleeding, and said coolly, "The attack was very ruthless." , the wound is almost 9 millimeters deep, and you have cut off the artery, and you said that if the bleeding cannot be stopped, the ambulance will not arrive within half an hour, what will you do if you die?"

Wen Shuangshuang's tightly closed eyelids twitched slightly, and her lips trembled slightly when she was frightened by her words.

Wen Qingyue twitched the corners of her mouth amusedly. Since she came in, she had predicted the reason for her suicide through her own eyes.

This was a bitter scheme carefully planned by Wen Shuangshuang. First, he called Wen Ziming, and when Wen Ziming arrived at the door, he sent Wen Ziming his last words, and then cut his wrists and waited for him to go upstairs to find out.

This plan was quite meticulous, but unfortunately, Wen Shuangshuang was afraid of pain, and struggled for a long time before being able to start it. She didn't get upset until she heard Wen Ziming's questioning voice, but under nervousness and fear, she grasped the strength and cut a little bit harder. , severed the aorta.

Wen Shuangshuang's heart was beating abnormally fast at this moment, and she wanted to open her eyes to ask for help, but she didn't dare, and she was afraid that it would be like what Wen Qingyue said, that she would lose too much blood and die!

Third brother, come up quickly, your wrist hurts so much!

Wuwuwu, Wen Qingyue, you bitch, if I die, I will never let you go!

Three minutes later, Wen Ziming ran in with the medicine box, panted and looked at Wen Qingyue, "What do you want?"

"Give me the bandage first." Wen Qingyue suppressed the emotions in her eyes, and calmly directed Wen Ziming.

Wen Ziming didn't have the heart to refute her at this time, after handing her the bandage, he watched anxiously as she skillfully bandaged Wen Shuangshuang to stop the bleeding.

After the dressing was finished, Wen Qingyue arranged the bandages and sterilized pads, and said slowly, "The ambulance is coming soon, hold her down and wait."

Wen Ziming gave her a complicated look, but without saying a word, he walked around and hugged Wen Shuangshuang, who was fainted by Wen Qingyue, and went downstairs.