My Little Mom is the Richest

The blood with tranquilizers worked on him, everything in front of him began to blur, Wang Fuqu turned to Mu Xue with difficulty seeing her head, Mu Xue was still asleep and there was a small part of tranquilizer in her body.

She couldn't wake up temporarily, Wang Fuqu thought to herself, "I can't sleep, the people outside are about to break through inside. If they come in, their efforts will be wasted! I can't sleep!"

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded in the operating room. The doctor who just wanted to remove the needle looked at Wang Fuqu in astonishment. He knocked out his left thumb with a single shot! The severe pain stimulated Wang Fuqu's spirit, and Wang Fuqu, who was about to fall asleep, woke up suddenly.

Doctors have seen many people who could not stand the pain on the operating table for so many years, and died on the operating table. Everyone feels pain, but the difference is the two feelings of sensitivity and dullness.

But Wang Fuqu showed him the third situation. He didn't feel it. When he shot off his toe, it was like cutting off his nails, and the expression on his face was still calm.

A huge cannonball sounded outside the door again, Wang Fuqu pulled out the needle on his arm, slowly got up and stood in front of Mu Xue's operating table.

In the past few days, he and Mu Xue had almost watched this girl fall asleep, and he was actually a little accustomed to watching Mu Xue sleeping like this. Wang Fuqu looked at this face, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he didn't let his heart down for a long time.

This time he could really put it down. He stretched out his hand to touch the strand of blue silk in front of Mu Xue's forehead, but stopped at the last moment. These sinful hands shouldn't pollute her flawless face.

Wang Fuqu looked up at Yang Zhen, and Yang Zhen looked at him with his eyes wide open. The two were like a pair of old friends who had reunited for a long time, and their eyes were full of what they wanted to say, but if Yang Zhen could read what was written in Wang Fuqu's eyes.

He would definitely be angry, Wang Fuqu slowly walked to Yang Zhen's side, his eyes wanted to close countless times during this period, and he just fell asleep like this. But he didn't sleep, he still had something to say to Yang Zhen.

"You...you!" The vague voice came from Yang Zhen's mouth. Wang Fuqu knew what he wanted to say. He planned for this for a long time. Yang Zhen thought he could master everything. Including Wang Fuqu’s freedom.

But Wang Fuqu was not as honest as he thought. Everything appeared on Wang Fuqu's mobile phone the night he sent Mu Xue. He came this time just to understand everything with Yang Zhen.

He can go to see his grandfather, and he can also see his father. Of course, there is also the woman who has always put love on the side of her sins but has not taken any action. Her name is Yang Qing, and she is his mother. A woman who is not like a mother.

All the behaviors in the name of love left endless torture in Wang Fuqu's eyes, and only the childhood without freedom remained in Wang Fuqu's mind. All the memories disappeared in Wang Fuqu's mind.

His gaze gradually focused on Yang Zhen's face, even though Wang Fuqu had a thousand words in his heart to say to the old man in front of him, at that time, I didn't know where to start, everyone was dead, and it was meaningless to talk about these things.

"You...you know?" Yang Zhen appeared with a slightly surprised expression on his face. He originally thought that all Wang Fuqu's actions were under his control, and there were people watching him by his side in every move.