Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

Walking through the dark corridor left a dark mark in my heart, and because of this, I don't want to set foot again.

Cheng Qiyan dropped the phone receiver in his hand, and rushed out of the apartment to the hospital. At that moment, his mind went blank, and even the fading neon outside the car window pierced through the blank space like a sword, leaving trails of blood scratches.

Shen Rao followed closely behind Cheng Qiyan, and from the hollow eyes of his soul, he could foresee the fact that the landslides and grounds were shattered on the other end of the phone. It was really time, it turned out that this game of chess was not only played by Xin Xue and that man, Fighters, spoilers, and good shows abound. Everyone plays their roles conscientiously, and isn't Cheng Qiyan just that poor prop?

Could it be that she felt pity for him?No, no, Shen Rao denied that flash of imagination, isn't he also a prop!

Props that have been imbued with beliefs will not hesitate to be smashed to pieces.

Shen Rao braked at high speed, the car in front of Cheng Qiyan had already stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and the person had already rushed away.

In the hall, several subordinates headed by Jiang Qing were standing there with solemn expressions. The blood stains on their bodies were particularly eye-catching. Cheng Qiyan paused and hurried over.

If there are the same two losses in life, and life is taken away like that, maybe the oil will run out and the lamp will dry up not far away.

Tan Yuran, when you put love into other people's lives with shamelessness, have you ever thought about how it is an act that deserves to be cut to pieces?

He won't die, right? How could I love a decent person, how could he leave in such a disgusting way.

When Jiang Qing and the others saw Cheng Qiyan approaching, they immediately greeted him. Everyone knew what kind of existence he was to Tan Yuran, but what was unbearable was that Cheng Qiyan was extremely calm now, standing upright, A long sword made of dry ice looks like this before it breaks.

Cheng Qiyan's eyes scanned the expressions on the faces of everyone present, he wanted to read out some information, lest something come too suddenly, "Where is he?"

Operating room or morgue?

This thought abruptly stimulated numb nerves.

"Rescuing..."

Cheng Qiyan nodded, needless to say, there are always many times in life, and comfort is a burden in the process.

There was no end to the corridor, and a series of closed doors blocked the eager eyes. Cheng Qiyan watched from afar, as if he could see the person lying under the shadowless lamp.

Suddenly, the weight of caring came from his shoulders, Cheng Qiyan turned his head a little slowly, and seeing Shen Rao's face within a few feet, he put on a coat for himself.He left in a hurry just now, he was only wearing that thin knitted sweater, Shen Rao came a step behind, picked up the coat on the sofa before going out.

Shen Rao wrapped his coat for him, and approached tentatively, wanting to stand by his side as the impetus for his fall.

But Cheng Qiyan stretched out his hand to stop Shen Rao, he waved his hand, and stepped back step by step, he squatted down and hugged his knee.

Relying will make people fall into a whirlpool of weakness, and the pain cannot be extricated. If you really can't hold on, please curl up, it is the instinct of a person who is used to long-term loneliness.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the operating room opened, and Cheng Qiyan noticed it immediately, but he didn't go up to it quickly. He wondered if a doctor with a regretful expression would come out and say to you, "Sorry, we've tried our best." ” words.

His calmness is cruel to himself, and he has the mood to think about the plots of these bloody TV dramas.

No one knew what was going on in Cheng Qiyan's mind. He just watched a large group of doctors and nurses push out an emergency bed from it, pushing him against the wall in the corridor and hitting him hard. The back of his head hurt, but he laughed. up.

The doctor's attitude is humble. Tan Yuran, the God of Wealth's patronage can be regarded as a shock to the whole hospital, so Cheng Qiyan is waiting for the news, and no one dares to neglect him.

"Mr. Tan has been transferred to the intensive care unit, and he is not out of danger, because too much blood loss may cause complications. Although the bullet did not hurt the vital parts, the spiral rotation and shock force of the bullet in the inside did damage. It reached an organ within 15 centimeters, which caused internal bleeding, and if it went any lower, the heart would be in danger." The doctor carefully stated Tan Yuran's current situation.

"Then when will he be out of danger?" Cheng Qiyan's hands tightly held the coat draped over his shoulders.

"About a week, if...if there's another hemorrhage in the chest cavity, it could be at any time...could—"

"Okay, I know." Cheng Qiyan interrupted the doctor, and he kept nodding, "When can I see him?"

"At least you can visit after you are out of danger."

Cheng Qiyan walked to the bench with heavy steps, then sat down slumped, raised his head tiredly, stared at the bright light on the top with his clear and waveless eyes, his heart was suddenly very clear, every ray The thoughts that emerged were sorted out smoothly by a mysterious hand. At the beginning, he was lying on the hospital bed, but now he changed his position.

Starting from strangers is the prelude to deceit--

--Sir, what's your last name?

--Mr. is not expensive, his surname is Tan, and his first name is Yuran!

--Why should I trust you?

--If you're going to believe me, wait for your daughter's body to be collected.

--Give me time, please?

--That is to say, are you tempted? Hehe, there is plenty of time!

Bit by bit of the past is playing like a movie lens, flashing for a while, and then falling down the curtain, but gradually, those pictures are staged alternately faster and faster, emerging at an overwhelming speed, accompanied by noisy voices, like It seems that there are thousands of horses galloping.

I will be your right-hand man; I will help you through difficult times; I can rub sand in my eyes; May I tie you up; May I be buried in ice; I will not watch you die... I will Serve you well; bastard, I want to die with you!

I want Defi's life, I... I had a nightmare - well, I give up.

boom--,

The overcrowded memory was smashed into pieces, Cheng Qiyan opened his eyes wide, he let out a muffled laugh from the depths of his chest, with a smile on his face, but the water was clearly visible in his eyes.

Tan Yuran, you can't die; don't let others go so easily, and don't take advantage of yourself.Not yet...

Cheng Qiyan stood up staggeringly with his coat in his hand, and walked to the outside of the intensive care unit with somewhat faltering steps. Looking inside through the glass, there was still a wall inside, only a small window on the door, but it was also blocked The white gauze curtain blocked it.

Occasionally, a nurse would come in and out, and he looked in between opening and closing the door, wishing his eyes could penetrate the door, but in the end he stood outside in vain, Cheng Qiyan anxiously felt the urge to smoke.

Cheng Qiyan put his forehead against the wall, and beat the wall with one fist after another. Slowly, the smooth wall was stained with blood, and he began to punish himself with calmness, turned and left indifferently, and stayed there He couldn't do anything, he couldn't even take a look, and he could only get close to the dire situation, which only increased the suffering, and Cheng Qiyan came outside without hesitation.

"Jiang Qing."

"Yes." Jiang Qing respectfully stood behind Cheng Qiyan, and saw his bloody hands when he lowered his head. Tan Yuran conveyed a meaning with his words and deeds. He could treat this man just like he did to him, so his subordinates absolutely obeyed.

They stood at the entrance of the corridor on the side of the hospital, and the night wind blew with cold air, blowing away the nicotine-flavored smoke and diluting the anxiety in their hearts. Cheng Qiyan asked lightly, "Who did it?"

"We are investigating, and we don't know yet." Jiang Qing raised his eyelids, and then turned his eyes back to look directly at the ground.

Who could it be, Cheng Qiyan filtered all possible people in his heart, it was Wei Fei?No - he hates Tan Yuran so much, he absolutely disdains to use this shortcut... Then other enemies, who has such courage?It can't be Tan Liangjing, it's obviously even more absurd, Cheng Qiyan ruthlessly stomped out the cigarette butts on the ground, negating all the guesses, only keeping an even more unbelievable possibility...

The company can't do without Tan Yuran, and now it's impossible to have him.

Of course, this burden fell on Cheng Qiyan, who is in charge of the company. Presumably no one dares to raise any objections. Cheng Qiyan turned to look at Jiang Qing, "You hide and send a few people to guard the hospital, and say hello to everyone. This news was hidden from the eyes of the media, I will go back to the company now, and let me know immediately if there is any situation."

"Yes."

After dawn, Tan Yuran didn't make any movement, only the indifferent nurse approached the intensive care unit with infusion bottles and various medical supplies, and then came out silently.

Life once again presented Cheng Qiyan with a difficult problem. No matter how pious and diligent you are, it still wants to embarrass you. That face is extremely disgusting. When will life break through this barrier? !