Seductive every day

Wen Tian looked at the divorce agreement on the table, only his eyes were red on his pale face. , She hardly hesitated, as long as she could save Wen Qian.

The woman signed the agreement with tears in her eyes, and Fu Qing picked up the agreement and left immediately.

Next, as long as Wen Qian also signed and stopped these thoughts, he would immediately transfer Wen Qian abroad. , He will also resign from all positions to accompany his Xiaoqian and let Wenqian take care of his body.

He has plenty of money, enough for the two of them to enjoy themselves for a lifetime, and the two of them no longer need to care about other people's opinions.

He was going to immigrate to Switzerland or the United States. Those countries would be more open. They could finally imagine the future of the two of them. He returned to the detention center and was going to persuade Wen Qian to sign the agreement. However, halfway through the car, a call came from the detention center—Wen Qian had a heart attack and fell into a coma. , Fu Qing had an extremely ominous premonition at that time, so ominous that he asked Wen Qian's situation over and over again, and told them to rescue him immediately.

The prison guard hesitated at first, but then kept reassuring him that he had already called the prison doctor to see him, and said that now the ambulance had arrived and took Wen Yin to the Municipal People's Hospital. , Fu Qing immediately turned around and rushed to the hospital. , People sometimes have a kind of intuition, when the person they love the most is in danger, the intuition is surprisingly accurate.

He went to the hospital. Although Wen Qian was rescued, his heart stopped for a long time, causing permanent damage to his brain, and he was diagnosed as brain dead. , The moment the doctor announced the result, Fu Qing seemed to have stepped on the ground and fell into the abyss. He looked at Wen Qian who was lying on the hospital bed with his heartbeat still going on. No matter what, he didn't believe that Wen Qian was dead. "He obviously still has a heartbeat! Look! Don't you see that his monitor is moving all the time?" He went crazy beating the monitor, and the people around him looked at him with pity.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, these things are too common in the hospital, and his family members who can't bear the death of relatives and friends like him are no different in the eyes of doctors.

He held Wen Qian's hand, although it was a little cold, but still soft, no matter how he looked at it, his little Qian was just asleep. , No matter how clever Fu Qing is, how conceited he is, in the face of life and death, he will be beaten back to his original form immediately.

He's just a cowardly mortal. , He tossed the hospital upside down, and knelt down beside Wen Qian's hospital bed exhausted. , Fu Qing, who had never cried in her life, cried until she collapsed for the first time. , He never knew that tears are such an uncontrollable thing, it has nothing to do with being strong, but the pain has long squeezed people to the point of being unable to support them. "Sir, sorry" was the only response the doctor could give him.

He had cried enough, and immediately started contacting the best doctors at home and abroad. He didn't believe it, Wen Qian's heartbeat was still there, so why didn't these people save him!

It must be that the hospital is not good, the doctors are too bad, there must be hope. &He is a stubborn person in his bones, arrogant and conceited, he only believes in his own judgment, he started looking for the best doctor who can treat Wen Qian without hesitation. , But no matter how hard he tried, the real thing was the real thing after all. , On the third day of Wen Qian's death, news came from the hospital that Wen Qian had signed an organ donation agreement before his death, and the hospital would perform transplants for matching patients before his organs failed.

"Agreement? What agreement, when did it happen! I don't admit it!" He didn't close his eyes for a few days, and his brain couldn't keep up with the speed of others talking.

"When Mr. Wen met his wife in prison, he signed an organ donation agreement" Madam...

Fu Qing's eyes turned black, that was the meeting he personally arranged not long ago. , He staggered, fell to the wall, fell to the ground along the pale walls of the hospital. , Wen Qian is indeed still the smart Wen Qian, like every time they play chess, the kid will always place some seemingly useless chess pieces, which will eventually be transformed into the most powerful killing moves, forcing him to death. , He doesn't want people to touch Wen Qian, his Xiao Qian still has a heartbeat!How could someone disembowel and harvest organs like this!

"He's still alive, no one is allowed to touch him!" He drew out his gun, fiercely protecting his Xiaoqian. , future and so on, he doesn't want anything. If something happens to Wen Qian, he will cut a hole in his head and go directly to accompany him. , The matter made too much trouble, and finally attracted his elder brother. , His elder brother was already a high-ranking official in the army at that time. Fu Qing was afraid of him since he was a child, afraid of his murderous spirit.

But that day, his elder brother said a word directly, which made his despicableness invisible. , "Do you know how many people are waiting for a transplant? 6 people! Your students will know that people can't be selfish in life until they die. You teacher, where do you have the face to call yourself a teacher?"

He lost all support in an instant, like a puppet with broken strings, and sat slumped on the ground, watching the doctor move Wen Qian, who was still beating, onto the operating trolley, pushing him farther and farther. , He got up, staggered to chase the operating car, watched him walk into the operating room, saw the lights in the operating room come on, watched the family members of the saved patients cry with joy, and watched everyone get a perfect ending.

Only he, forever and ever, lost his most beloved Xiaoqian. C He clamored to take another look at Wen Qian. The doctors looked ugly and tried to dissuade him politely, but in the end they couldn't persuade him to take a look at the body before it was transported for cremation.

Looking at the cold corpse, Fu Qing rolled over the remaining wound after removing the cornea, revealing a trace of bloody eyeball. , Fu Qing swayed slightly and passed out. , His beautiful Xiaoqian, no more. 0 "I always wanted to dream of him, but he refused to come even in my dreams. Every time I managed to see him quickly, he always disappeared without paying attention."

Fu Qing seemed to grow old overnight, tears rolling down his old wrinkles.

Wen Yin choked with sobs, but the father he had never met made him feel extremely distressed. , If he is still alive, he will be the best dad in the world.

"I often dream that when I saw him for the first time, he was sitting in the lecture theater and stood up to argue with me. The sun was so bright that I knew it was him standing in the sun, but I couldn't see his face clearly. I really want to see him again." Fu Qing pressed Wen Yin's face with trembling hands like a demon, and kept tracing on his face, calling him: "Mr. Xiaoqian misses you very much, Wen Yin bites tightly." If he didn't do this, he was afraid that he would tear this old thing up with his own hands!

"I'm not him! You've already killed him!" Wen Yin pushed him away, turned and walked out the door. , Fu Qing stumbled to keep up, and hugged him tightly from behind, "Don't go! Xiaoqian, the teacher is wrong, I'm sorry, it's all the teacher's fault!"

He tugged on Wen Yin's clothes, and pulled his shirt away during the struggle. , Wen Yin cursed: "Fu Qing! You fucking save yourself some face! Get out!"

However, Fu Qing was obviously impeded by demons, and Wen Yin was dragged down by him and fell under her body. , There was a sound of pressing the password at the door, but when it was pushed open, it was stuck by the door latch.Fu Zhaoshui's voice sounded: "Ah Yuan? Are you asleep?" Wen Yin's heart trembled when he heard his voice, "Second Brother! Help me!"

There was almost no pause after this sound, the door was kicked open with a bang, and the door flew out. The cold wind rushed in, a black shadow flashed in front of Wen Yin's eyes, and Fu Qing who was pressing him was thrown out. :