When the wife is flirting, the master indulges her unbridledly

In the quiet and dark corridor of the hospital.

Xia Qingrou staggered out of the chemotherapy room, her white loose hospital gown hanging loosely on her body, her back hunched up, as skinny as if there were only a handful of bones left.

When a nurse saw her coming out, she quickly stepped forward to help her up, and accompanied her, shakily moving forward inch by inch.

Only fifty meters away.

It took her more than ten minutes to stop and go, and finally she couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

The nurse was so frightened that she quickly shouted for someone. Soon, four or five doctors in white coats hurried over and pushed the unconscious Xia Qingrou to the operating room.

wow——

The surveillance video ends abruptly.

The dark LCD screen reflected Shi Fuxun's coldly handsome face, his thin lips pressed into a tight line, and there was no joy or sorrow in his deep eyes.

died?

Xia Qingrou is dead?

Shi Fuxun drove the car and drove directly to the Central Hospital. It was just a piece of surveillance that he didn't know was true or false, and there were several medical reports that he couldn't understand.

Why do you think he would believe it?

Shi Fuxun went straight to the Department of Internal Medicine without hesitation. He was dressed in a cold and cold manner, and there were many bodyguards in black behind him, scaring the attending doctor so much that he broke into a cold sweat.

"Is there a patient named Xia Qingrou?"

Shi Fuxun stared down at the doctor, his voice deep and cold: "If she still wants to live, tell her to get out of here!"

"First, sir..."

The doctor was so trembling that he could hardly speak clearly, but he still had the courage to comfort him in the usual way: "Miss Su has passed away. Please bear with me and bear with me."

"You won't cry until you see the coffin, right?"

Shi Fuxun sneered and nodded slowly, with a sinister and indifferent look: "Look for me, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you will find that woman!"

However, it doesn’t have to be that troublesome at all.

soon.

A bodyguard in black stood in front of Shi Fuxun with a wooden box in his hand. His stern face seemed to be hesitant: "...Mr. Shi, here are my wife's ashes and relics."

Shi Fuxun didn't even look at it: "I'm talking about people, living ones!"

"..."

The bodyguards quickly bowed and nodded in fear: "Mr. Shi, my subordinates have searched every corner of the hospital. Madam, she is really gone."

Shi Fuxun didn't get angry again this time. He clenched his teeth and said nothing, staring at the familiar yet distant photo on the wooden box.

After a long while, he asked with slightly gritted teeth: "Where are the relics?"

The bodyguard quickly brought a cardboard box in front of him. Inside, there were various things that Xia Qingrou had used in the hospital and water glasses from which she drank.

And the ring she wore.

Shi Fuxun stared at the simple and perfunctory silver ring. At this moment, there was finally some reason to convince him to believe it.

Xia Qingrou is really dead.

When she died, she even kept her most precious so-called wedding ring.

There will be no memorial service.

Didn't alarm anyone.

And one night just two months ago, that woman was still trying every possible means to think of a way to sleep with her.

……

Five years later.

Yishi Airport.

A well-dressed middle-aged man was waiting in the lobby. From time to time, he looked at the watch on his wrist anxiously, and he was nervous and anxious.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he looked ahead, and he strode towards the young woman wearing sunglasses not far away: "Professor Xu, I've been waiting for you."