A strong smell of blood came to his nose, and the cold wind whistled, rolling up the half-carved curtains, swaying in the wind, there was the faint fragrance of Platycodon flowers. Secretary Wang began to feel uneasy in his heart, and there was a sense of surprise. He raised his hand gently and slowly pushed open the door. The bright light seemed to be stained with a layer of sadness, and it shone coldly on the man sitting against the mahogany chair, with his eyes closed, but with a smile on his face. [

‘Drip!’ The shocking blood stained the clean floor red, and a sharp dagger lay alone on the ground, shining with a cold and cold light. His eyes moved upwards and a ferocious scar appeared on Wen Weida’s thin wrist. The bloody blood was dripping down along his wrist, but there was still a smile on his pale face.

Secretary Wang couldn't help but widen his eyes in horror, and rushed over.

"Mr. Wen! Mr. Wen! Wake up! Wake up!" He shouted anxiously, but no Wen Weida answered. He thought that he must have lost too much blood and fell into a coma. He immediately called 120 in a hurry, and then rushed into the bathroom to wrap the injured wrist with a wet towel, picked up Wen Weida and ran downstairs.

The cold rain and the bitter cold wind kept roaring, and the world outside the window fell into an unusual silence. The night was already deep, and the lights of thousands of families had gradually gone out, leaving only a few sporadic little stars.

Inside the bedroom of Zhan Beicheng and Xingye.

Xingye was sleeping sweetly in Zhanbeicheng's arms as usual, and the fatigue between her eyebrows began to slowly dissipate, and at this time...

‘Du-Du-’’ The cell phone that was placed on the cabinet began to shake desperately, one after another.

The first thing that came to wake up was naturally Zhan Beicheng. People always remained in a state of security. As soon as the phone was shocked, he was awakened, his eyes were a little cold. Xu Ran frowned and hesitated for a moment. His big hand slowly moved away from Xingye's waist. He was about to grab the cabinet, but the other bare hand grabbed the phone faster, frowned, opened his eyes a little tired, glanced at the screen of the phone, and a surprise flashed across his heart, but he quickly pressed the switch button.

"Hey?" The faint tone was filled with a hint of hoarseness.

Zhan Beicheng squinted his eyes, and his dark eyes stopped on Xingye's beautiful face for a moment. However, within a few seconds, with the faint wall light at the head of the bed, he could clearly see Xingye's face suddenly pale. His plain hands, who were holding on to his phone, paused slightly, and a surprising and disbelief flashed in his beautiful eyes.

He turned over and quickly got up, turned on the light at the head of the bed with a little hurried attitude, and climbed out of the bed neatly.

"What's going on? Is something happened?" Zhan Beicheng also sat up and looked at Xingye who had begun to hurry to the closet to look for clothes.

A faint sadness flashed through the Youtongs, and a hint of panic was melting in the cold voice, "Uncle Wen is injured and is being rescued in the hospital. I want to rush over immediately. Don't worry about me, just keep resting. I'll drive over by myself."

While talking, he rushed to the bathroom with his clothes in his arms. After a few minutes, he came out with a look of worry. Zhan Beicheng had already gotten up and changed his clothes.

"Which hospital will I go with you?" As he said, he put on his coat and walked out the door with big strides.

Xingye did not refuse anymore, and followed with a step.

The two of them walked in a hurry and even forgot to take the umbrella. After rushing downstairs, they found that the rain was a little heavy and there was no time to run back to get the umbrella. In the rain, Zhan Beicheng directly pulled Xingye into the garage.

Along the way, almost racing and increasing their efforts. Within an hour, the two finally arrived at the hospital. After getting off the car, Xingye rushed to the hospital's operating room with eager steps.

‘Dingdeng!’ The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the empty aisle, looking a little cold. A messy hair was swept by the wind like a black cloud. Starry night was running in front, and Zhan Beicheng followed closely behind.

"Xing'er, be careful!" Zhan Beicheng frowned and couldn't help but remind her that she had just changed into a pair of high heels, and her knees were not completely healed yet. It was inevitable that she would not be worried when she ran like this!

"How is it? What do doctors say? Uncle Wen hasn't come out yet?" From a distance, he saw Secretary Wang sitting outside the operating room with a worried look on his face. He looked helplessly at the door of the operating room that was still closed. Xingye quickly strode forward to him and soon stopped in front of Secretary Wang.

Secretary Wang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Xingye and Zhan Beicheng, but the worried expression on his face did not drop a little. "Miss Xingye! Chief Zhan! You finally come! Mr. Wen has been in for a long time, and there is no news yet. I am really worried..."

Xingye's face gradually sank, and he looked at the operating room with a faint look.

Zhan Beicheng looked at Xingye with some concern, took a breath, pulled her with one hand, pressed her shoulder, and let her sit down in the seat beside Secretary Wang, and then he bent down and sat beside her, with a low voice with a hint of comfort, "Don't worry, don't panic, there will be nothing wrong."

Then he turned his head, his eagle eyes locked at Secretary Wang with a sharp and stern look, and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Secretary Wang's face was still a little scared, a little scared, and so much blood was flowing all over the floor!

Swallowed, took a deep breath, and then continued, "I don't understand what's going on. Today, Mr. Wen asked me to prepare the will, and then go back to report the situation to him. After dealing with the matter, he asked me to go back. He has moved out now, and he is alone. I walked away after watching him go upstairs, but I didn't walk far away just now, and I thought that I had not returned the spare key of the house, so I returned. I rang the doorbell for a long time and didn't see Mr. Wen coming over.

I simply opened the door with a spare key, because Wen Chang approved that I could use a spare key to open the door. Now, because he said he wanted to take a few days off, I thought it might be inappropriate to hold the spare key, so I thought to return it back. However, when I saw that the light in the study was still on and when I walked up, I saw Mr. Wen sitting in a chair, with a deep scar on his wrist being scratched by a dagger, and the ground was covered with blood! By the way, he was still holding a photo album in his arms, and he couldn't take it out no matter how hard he took it!"

A dagger cut his wrist? A very deep scar? Zhan Beicheng frowned in confusion, turned his head and looked at Xingye quietly.

Xingye was also frowning, her beautiful eyes were filled with deep worries, "How could Uncle Wen... Was someone murdered, or what?"

Secretary Wang sighed, "I don't know. I always feel that Mr. Wen's expression is not right tonight, and his expression is very dazed, as if he has suffered some blows! By the way, he also asked me some inexplicable questions tonight. On weekdays, Mr. Wen always says nothing coldly, and I don't know if he was stimulated tonight. After the accident, I knew that Mr. Wen didn't want to see anyone in the Wen family at all. He was quite worried about you, Miss Xingye, so I dared to call you."

Xingye lowered his head secretly and was silent. After a long time, he raised his head again, "Remember, don't disclose any news like the media. Keep this matter secret first and don't mention it to anyone."

His eyes were filled with decisiveness and wisdom, and Xingye spoke indifferently.

"Well, I will definitely do it. Miss Xingye, please rest assured."

After Secretary Wang finished speaking, Zhan Beicheng and Xingye looked at each other again, and then became silent again. Everyone anxiously turned their eyes to the door of the still closed operating room.

It seemed that after more than half a century, the door of the operating room finally opened, but the lights were still not extinguished! A man in a white coat came out from inside with a sound!

"How is it? What's it like? Mr. Wen! Doctor! Are you talking!" Secretary Wang was also anxious and kept pulling the doctor's clothes and shouting.

The doctor sighed and said, "Who are the patients' families?"

"This..." Secretary Wang lowered his eyes, "I am his personal secretary. You can tell me if you have any needs..."

"Doctor, I am his niece. What do you need?" Xingye walked up, frowned slightly, and replied lightly.

"The patient swallowed a lot of sleeping pills. The wound on his wrist was very deep and he lost too much blood. We have arranged for him to transfusion, but the situation is not very good because he has fallen into a long coma. The most important thing is that the patient has a weak desire to survive. See if he can contact his relatives and come to comfort him and let him pass through the dangerous period safely. If the patient does not cooperate with the treatment, it will be difficult for us to be a doctor."

"Then what is he like now? Isn't it still very dangerous?" Secretary Wang asked anxiously.

"The nurse is bandaging his wound and will be transferred to the intensive care unit later. You must watch him for twenty-four hours. If he does not cooperate with the treatment, he may hurt himself again." The doctor ordered very competently, "By the way, the patient's family will sign with me."

Xingye looked at the operating room worriedly, nodded, and followed the doctor with a gloomy face.

Soon, the lights in the operating room went out and the door was slowly opened. Two nurses pushed Wen Weida out of the inside. Zhan Beicheng stood up and looked at the hospital bed. Wen Weida's face was as pale as white paper, and his left wrist had been bandaged, and he lay on the hospital bed lifelessly.

"Mr. Wen! Mr. Wen! Are you okay?" Secretary Wang quickly met him, leaned beside the hospital bed, calling anxiously.

"I'm sorry, sir, you can't make noises loudly. The patient needs rest. Just send someone to watch him at all times and let him rest well." The nurse quickly stopped Secretary Wang and gave a careful advice.

Secretary Wang took a deep breath, and had to bend over and follow the nurse carefully to walk towards the ward, while Zhan Beicheng slowly followed behind.

Xingye, who went to go through the procedures, came back soon. When he stepped into the ward, he saw Secretary Wang standing motionless at the head of the bed, while Zhan Beicheng sat on the sofa at the end of the bed with his waist straight. Both of them were silent. The ward was a little scary. He took a lighter step and slowly approached the bed. He carefully pulled the chair next to him and sat down. His elegant face had long been full of melancholy.

"Uncle Wen, what happened? You actually made this happen..."

At this time, one of the nurses who had just left returned, took a photo album and handed it to Xingye, "Miss, this is something the patient has been holding."

"Thank you!" Xingye took it and thanked the nurse.

"You're welcome! I'll go out first, and just ring the bell if I have any questions."

Xingye nodded, and the nurse retreated, but before leaving, she still glanced at Zhan Beicheng who was sitting on the sofa with a shy look. She was the little girl who had just fallen in love!

He held the album heavy, what was it? Wen Weida was so precious, and even when he was injured and sent to the hospital, he was reluctant to let go. Xingye looked at the yellowed album in his hand lightly, took a breath, raised his bare hand, and slowly opened it...

When that bright and moving, familiar face came into view, Xingye was stunned on the spot, and the obsidian-like beautiful eyes began to stagnate. He turned his face in disbelief and looked at Wen Weida who was dying on the hospital bed.

She finally knew why he suddenly came to her that day and said a lot of sad words. It must be because he has always regarded revenge on Liu Sisi as a reason to survive. Now that Liu Sisi has been sanctioned, does he feel that he is overwhelmed?

What a stupid person!

After all, my mother owe you this affection...

Xingye closed his eyes desolately and let the suffocating bitterness pass through his heart. He felt a little uncomfortable. I wonder if he felt that the man in front of him was pitiful or moved by his infatuation?

A warm big hand slowly covered Xingye's shoulder and patted it gently. His deep eyes as deep as the sea were falling on the yellowed photo. Finally, he just sighed, moved his eyes back, and looked deeply at Wen Weida in a coma.

Xingye's light eyes fell slightly, and a thin cold sweat suddenly emerged from her cold palm. She silently closed the album and placed it on the cabinet. Then Xu Ran raised her head and looked at Secretary Wang opposite her, with a little emptiness in her tone, "Secretary Wang, you go back and rest first, just have me here."

"No, I'd better stay and see Mr. Wen." Secretary Wang was quite determined.

Seeing this, Xingye did not stop him anymore. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Zhanbeicheng like a flawless black gem. "You go back first. Don't you still have to fuck tomorrow? Just have Secretary Wang here. Let's see if Xiao Meng can send some light millet porridge in the morning. If Uncle Wen wakes up, you can feed him some."

Zhan Beicheng did not answer, his black eyes were mixed with some darkness, and he looked at Xingye's somewhat melancholy face calmly. His eyes turned and fell on Wen Weida lying on the hospital bed, standing quietly beside Xingye, without moving at all, without saying anything.

Xingye had no choice but to take a breath, raise his bare hands gently, and quietly hold the big hand, Yingying Qiu's eyes also quietly looked at Wen Weida.

This is how the night passed. It was a cold rainy night. Even though the air conditioner was turned on in the ward, the cold air still poured in from the small crack of the door that I didn't remember to close with the wind. If it weren't for the warm windbreaker in Zhanbeicheng, Xingye would have caught a cold.

Wen Weida still didn't wake up, her face was very bad. Looking like she had stopped breathing, she could hardly feel any breath of life, and she lay quietly on the hospital bed, motionless.

Before dawn, Zhan Beicheng had to rush back. After asking Xingye to tell the attending doctor a few words, he left in a hurry. After that, just as the Tiantian was dawning, Comrade Xiao Meng came with some light millet porridge and breakfast.

"Sister-in-law Xingye, the Chief of Staff asked me to bring breakfast, you can use it!" Xiao Meng put the thing on the table and began to prepare it for Xingye.

Xingye has no idea how to eat it. The worry and sorrow hidden between the eyebrows became more and more intense. He shook his head powerlessly, "I'm not hungry, Secretary Wang, you go and have some breakfast first, and then go back and have a rest. I'm here, don't worry, when Uncle Wen wakes up, I'll call you immediately. Besides, Uncle Wen is not here, and the company needs you to go over and help me pay attention. You have been with him all night."

Secretary Wang's white face was also filled with a hint of obscure worry. He couldn't hide the fatigue between his eyebrows. Looking at Xingye, thinking about it, it was undeniable that her words made sense, so he nodded, "Okay, then I'll trouble Miss Xingye here. I'll go back to the company right now and handle the rest. Mr. Wen personally explained some things yesterday, so he had to hurry to get it done."

"Well, go quickly, Uncle Wen will be fine." I don't know if I was comforting myself or to make others feel at ease.

Secretary Wang thanked him and left in a hurry.

Comrade Xiao Meng also served a bowl of chicken porridge and personally delivered it to Xingye. He spoke with a silly look on his face, "Sister-in-law Xingye, you have something to eat, otherwise the Chief of Staff will punish me again after waiting, saying that I can't complete the task, Uncle Wen will definitely not have any trouble. You have been waiting for a night, eat something, and have a rest. I will help you watch it first. When you have rested, you will come back and return to the military district to submit the work, hehe."

The smart Comrade Meng has been following Zhan Beicheng for so long and has become a sperm. Although he looks stupid, he still has a way of speaking, but you can't refuse. Xingye just said that, and he was at a loss in his heart. He was serving him for this. It's really not good if he doesn't take a few bites.

"This porridge was made by the Chief of Staff himself. It tastes very good, Sister Xingye!" Xiao Meng saw Xingye looking at the bowl of porridge and frowned slightly. He thought she couldn't raise any appetite, so he explained again.

Xingye took a breath lightly, stood up with a little back pain, raised his slender fingers slightly, and gently took the chicken porridge from Xiao Meng's hand, "Thank you, I always bother you, thank you for your hard work."

The sincere and cool tone made the young man hesitate a little, and he smiled and scratched his face, "Sister-in-law Xingye, don't thank me, hurry up and eat while it's hot."

As he said that, he carefully pulled over an empty chair next to him, moved Xingye's chair away, then sat down next to the bed, straightened his waist, placed his hands side by side on his knees, opened his big eyes, staring at Wen Weida's face motionlessly, being so focused, as if he was staring at the target to shoot.

Looking at Xiao Meng's posture, Xingye felt relieved, and her beautiful face calmed down. Xu Ran flashed a beautiful curve, then took a step and walked to the sofa, sat down gently, filled her stomach, and after a few simple mouthfuls, she couldn't help but urged her fatigue, leaned down against the sofa, and used the wide windbreaker in Zhanbeicheng as a quilt.

It was raining, and the cold raindrops condensed on the slender fingertips, which made people tremble. The cleaner swept the streets in the cold rain early in the morning, and soon there was another mottled scene with yellow leaves all over the ground. The wet ground seemed to be slightly cold, reflecting a shallow and cold glow. The sky was still very gloomy. As the rainy day approached the evening, it seemed that it was always unbeautiful, making people feel a little depressed.

At the turn of the traffic light, a black high-end sports car made a corner skillfully and quickly. Then, after a while of acceleration, it slowly drove into a quiet concrete path. As the path deepened, other cars gradually disappeared. At this time, the downhill of the black high-end sports car was leaning against the side, and a silver-gray sedan was parked. The black high-end sports car gradually slowed down and drove to the front of the silver-gray sedan, turned around, and then stopped the car steadily.

Soon, the door of the silver-gray sedan was opened. A man wearing a black coat, sunglasses and a black hood got out of the car, strode to the passenger seat of the black high-end sports car that had just stopped, quickly opened the door without hesitation, and sat in.

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Luo, what's going on?" The man in black just threw the car door, and the handsome and cold man sitting in the driver's seat turned his head and looked at the man in black with deep eyes as deep as the stars.

Inspector Luo took off the hat on his head, pulled out his sunglasses, looked at Zhan Beicheng, wearing a silver and black casual suit with his eyebrows, blinked, and breathed a sigh of relief, "I can only tell you that I haven't found anyone yet, but it can be confirmed that someone did take your mother-in-law away back then, because that person was dressed like me, about 1.7 meters tall, and his figure was a little thin. I don't know if it was a man or a woman, but that person changed the person and took your mother-in-law into the car. All the clues afterwards were broken. I personally investigated it for a long time, but still couldn't find any clues."

Zhan Beicheng's eyes darkened slightly, his face remained unchanged, but the aura that floated around him became a little cold.
To be continued...