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The stains all over her body and the blood oozing from her lower body revealed the tragic experience she had suffered during the day.

Mu Qingqing looked at the ceiling expressionlessly, and a line of clear tears slipped from the corner of her eyes.

"Ji Linyuan, we are going to meet again..."

Slowly propped up his body and crawled to the corner of the basement, where there was a bowl of turbid water.

She struggled to prop herself up and smashed the bowl into pieces, then quickly picked up the porcelain shard and cut it hard on her wrist.

Go deep again and again until blood spurts out...

"Is it worth it? I originally thought you were a bit mean-spirited, but I didn't expect you to be negative. A fool who committed suicide for a man."

Qi Yu's mocking voice came from the iron window.

Holding her belly and approaching, she was still shocked when she saw the blood pouring from Mu Qingqing's hands.

"I can choose to commit suicide in silence for the one I love, unlike you who can kill everyone for the sake of loving one person." Mu Qingqing said lightly.

It's just a body, her body is dirty,

But her heart didn't.

"Ji Linyuan has never loved you. Six years ago, Ji Linyuan risked his life to save Cong Rong when she narrowly escaped death on the edge of the cliff. But look, he could be so cruel as to throw you into the gangster's den. What are you doing? What's the point of him dying? How about asking Cong Rong to support him?" Qi Yu encouraged.

A trace of resentment flashed through Mu Qingqing's heart after hearing her words, but was quickly suppressed.

Seeing her lack of response, Qi Yu shrugged disdainfully.

"The days are long, and sooner or later you will hate Cong Rong more than me!"

According to the informant in Montenegro, Ji Linyuan should have a relationship with the police and was secretly hidden, but the informant was not high enough to know the details.

She doesn't believe it,

When Mu Qingqing sees Ji Linyuan and Cong Rong enjoying themselves with her own eyes, she will not hate them.

When the time comes, return Mu Qingqing to Ji Linyuan,

And all she had to do was wait quietly for the killing machine to do its thing.

……

A week later, Beijing Hospital,

Cong Rong was covering her side waist and moving slowly.

Over the past few days, under Ji Tingqiu's care, Cong Rong's wounds were recovering well.

But Ji Tingqiu didn't allow her to walk around.

She felt like she would get bedsores if she lay down any longer, so while the man was buying lunch, she hurriedly walked to the ground to get some fresh air.

Just after walking a few steps, the door to the ward was suddenly clicked, and then the door handle turned and opened.

"Haha... you came back so quickly." Looking at the gloomy man at the door, Cong Rong smiled awkwardly.

"It's not that we agreed not to go to the ground. It will cause the wound to recover more slowly."

Ji Tingqiu walked in with long steps, put his lunch on the coffee table, bent down and picked her up.

"Eat, the more you eat, the faster you will recover." He added.

Cong Rong was amused by his verbose look and joked, "I have been told hundreds of times a day to recover quickly. I have never been injured before and I have never seen you push me so hard. The key point is that I don't count, brother, the body has its own time to heal. "

He's been so weird lately,

Every day, she was given soup to replenish her body in different ways, and she was not allowed to get out of bed and walk around.

He even has to be carried to the toilet.

If she could take one less step, she would never take more than half a step, which made her ears get calloused.

Unexpectedly, after saying this, Ji Tingqiu was not angry, and still put the soup in her place and put it to her mouth one by one.

"As long as you don't move around, you will recover quickly at a young age, so we can get out of the hospital and go home as soon as possible. The child misses you." Ji Tingqiu made up a random reason.

Ever since Feng Yuchen said that Qingqing might have been tortured and ruined by Heishan,

He tossed and turned and had nightmares every night until dawn.

After learning about it, Mr. Rui stopped Hua Yue and Hua Yu's classes and invited specialized teachers to come to their homes for tutoring every day.

If Cong Rong has a bad day, the chance of being exposed in the hospital will be greater.

In the event of an emergency, it would be more dangerous for her to carry the wound.

He never mentioned Qing Qing's matter. In Cong Rong's heart, it would be better if Qing Qing died.

"Okay, okay, then I will eat hard, drink hard, and become a fat man. I will see if you will beg me and say, wife, please lose weight quickly, you are too fat..."

"Idiot, I'm the one pressing you, not you pressing me. It doesn't matter how fat you are. If you want to change positions, it's not impossible." Ji Tingqiu looked at her and said with interest.

Cong Rong is not an untouched little girl.

She was struck by these words, and her face suddenly turned red to the tips of her ears.

"Uh...eat...eat. The food is delicious. I like it very much."

"Well, you're delicious too. Eat well soon. I miss you." Ji Tingqiu said faintly.

puff~

A mouthful of soup stuck in her throat. Cong Rong couldn't help but spit it out, and then started coughing heavily.

"Ji Tingqiu! If I don't move around, you can still make my wounds open. It's all in vain!" Cong Rong shouted in anger and pain.

During lunch, I spent more than half an hour changing the sheets.

In the woman's dagger-like eyes, someone shut his mouth very wisely.

After everything was packed, Cong Rong took out her cell phone and called Tong Ran.

"Hey, Ranran, when are you going back to the capital? Aren't you going to come back with Feng Yue? Come back and save me."

There was a commotion coming from the other side of the phone. It sounded like someone was eating in a restaurant.

"Rong Rong, Feng Yue and I are going to meet an elder today, Meng Ke's father. He said he wants to see me and will call you when he gets back. It's so noisy here."

After Tong Ran hung up the phone, she returned to the box.

"Feng Yue, do you know why Uncle Meng saw me? I always feel a little nervous."

Feng Yue held his hand and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, he is very kind and sensible..."

While the two were talking, the box door suddenly opened, and Meng Yuanzheng walked in with a gust of cool breeze.

"Oh, Feng Yue, there are some things in Uncle Meng's unit that I have to deal with personally. I'm sorry to keep you so long..."

He was talking to himself and wanted to hang up his coat.

But when he saw Tong Ran, he suddenly froze in place, and the suit jacket in his hand fell to the ground.

picture!

so similar!

Like Huiying, his first wife whom he married 30 years ago when he was sent to the countryside as an educated youth in the Corps, and who later died of childbirth.

When the troops were about to return to the city, Huiying's belly was more than eight months old and she was about to give birth.

If he reported back late, he would lose the opportunity to choose a good position, so he and Huiying discussed that he would go back to the city first, and then come back to pick up her and the baby after the arrangements were finalized, so that the pregnant woman would not have to travel on the road. Production.

Perhaps it was his anxious attitude that hurt Huiying. The night before he was to leave, Huiying's belly suddenly started to go into premature labor.

Meng Yuanzheng cannot be forgotten,

How did he feel when he threw the baby with a severely mutilated left leg and weak breathing in the snow.

But the train will not wait for him alone. He persuades Huiying to go back to the city with him to recuperate before regenerating.

But she didn't expect that her courage to live would be ruined just like that...

For a moment when he recalled it, Meng Yuanzheng's eyes became misty.

"Hello, Uncle Meng!"

When they met for the first time, Tong Ran was a little confused when an elder looked at her straight, so she quickly bowed slightly and said hello.

"Uncle Meng?" Feng Yue shouted again.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yuanzheng came to his senses, staggered two steps and held on to the dining chair before barely standing still.

"Are you Tongran?" His lips trembled uncontrollably.