After the divorce, Mrs. Tuan Chong turned upside down

Chapter 11 Where Are You Uncomfortable?
Mu Fanjue found it ridiculous, he always firmly believed in her, but what about her?
He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Since there's nothing else to do, I'll go back to the company to take care of things, you should pay attention to rest." After leaving behind a sentence, he left without looking back, without giving Fang Qing a chance to stay.

"Ding--"

The elevator door slowly closed, Fang Qing stood at the door of the ward, her unpainted face was gloomy, she picked up the phone by the bedside, dialed a call, and the other party connected immediately.

"Miss Fang."

"He has noticed the signs. You should find a way to deal with this matter. No matter what, you must not have any accidents at this juncture, understand?" .

She didn't allow Cheng Wan to ruin her plan!

The bright sun was hanging high outside the window, and the sunlight was scattered on the ground, very warm, Fang Qing was full of irritability watching, pulled her jade hand, and the gray curtain completely covered the scenery.

The ward was covered with a layer of gray, Fang Qing opened the drawer, took out the medicine bottle, and sneered: "How is the company?"

"It's not good, but it's stabilized for the time being."

The man on the other end said a few words, and didn't intend to tell them in detail.

Fang Qing naturally knew what to ask and what not to ask too much. She nodded, unscrewed the cap of the medicine bottle, turned her wrist, and the pills in the bottle fell to the ground in an instant.

"Tell him to come back to the hospital and come to me, right now."

When the ending sound landed, Fang Qing pressed the hang up button with a cold face, turned it to mute, and threw it behind her casually, turning a deaf ear to the sound of the collision, closing her eyes, and lying quietly on the bed.

On Xinjing Road, a dark black Bentley was parked in the driveway. Mu Fanjue in the driver's seat was wearing sunglasses, with his right arm resting on the car window, with a cigarette between his fingertips, his tightly pursed lips were slightly loose, and he exhaled smoke rings.

Looking at the only number in the call log without a note name, the words "Call not connected" displayed behind it are particularly glaring.

Mu Fanjue frowned, threw the phone aside, and was about to drive, when the cell phone in the passenger seat rang suddenly.

He glanced at it, put out the cigarette, and connected the phone, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Mu, we've found out the situation." Jiang Tian said quickly and concisely, "Miss Cheng's goal has always been the company, and the release of Miss Fang's video is just a springboard."

"Where does she have the courage to directly confront the Duke..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Fanjue suddenly remembered the conditions in the divorce agreement——

Female Fang Wan left the house without leaving home.

"Ah."

Mu Fanjue couldn't help but sneer, he really didn't expect Cheng Wan to plot against him when he was drawing up the divorce agreement

It's ridiculous, at the beginning she had to marry him to death, but after an accident, she not only filed a divorce with him, but also put her calculations on the group, which is really interesting.

How much has he underestimated this woman all these years?
After a moment of silence, Mu Fanjue said coldly: "Call me the surveillance from the hospital. Also, go to Fang Qing's attending doctor and send me a copy of her medical records."

Hearing this, Jiang Tian was stunned for a moment, and then quickly said: "Mr. Mu, in fact, the hospital just informed me that Ms. Fang's old injury relapsed and passed out."

"What?" Mu Fanjue's breath was stagnant, and he quickly calmed down again, "What old injury?"

"A wound on her leg."

"..."

Before he had time to say anything more, Mu Fanjue hung up the phone, frowned, turned around, and Bentley drove towards the hospital.

In the company, Jiang Tian exhaled a long breath, and the coldly decorated office lost a bit of solemnity. He returned to his desk, watching the news that 99+ was still increasing, upset.

Picking up the phone, edited a text message and sent it, then turned off the phone.

Ever since Cheng Wan spread the news on the Internet, she can basically predict what will happen in the future. She prepared a new mobile phone card early in the morning to keep herself clean.

As soon as she woke up from her afternoon nap, Cheng Wan went online to check the wind direction immediately.

After a few glances, she frowned and exited the page.

Far from enough.

Would a woman who was willing to force herself to fall down dozens of flights of stairs in order to frame her fear the abuse from a group of netizens she had never met?
This innocuous remark can't hurt Fang Qing at all.

This is not what Cheng Wan wants.

She opened Economic Net with a sullen face, entered the name of Mu's Group, and the latest stock market trend appeared on the page. Although it was still a green line, the decline was obviously much weaker. It was only a matter of time before it could be controlled.

After all, with such a big Mu's Group, the public relations department is not just for nothing.

Turning off the computer, Cheng Wan changed into a neat and elegant milky white dress, and left the hotel with her suitcase.

Compared with Mu Fanjue and Fang Qing, there are more important family members waiting for her.

Beijing City Ciyun Hospital.

The corridor of the hospital is very long, Mu Fanjue walked towards the single room at a leisurely pace, pushed open the door, the doctor turned to look at him, "Mr. Mu, Miss Fang's physical condition is not stable, it is best to stay Individuals are watching by your side to avoid irreversible consequences."

These words have been said very directly, but Mu Fanjue didn't give any reaction, just nodded lightly.

"How is she?"

"It's nothing. Now this season is easy to stimulate the relapse of old injuries. In addition, running too fast will aggravate the pain. Prescribe some medicine and take it for a few days, but the repairs in the future must be done."

Mu Fanjue nodded.

He tore up the list to Mu Fanjue, and the doctor left after a few more instructions. Only Mu Fanjue, who was standing in his pocket, and Fang Qing, who was lying on the hospital bed with a bitter expression, were left in the ward.

Unable to bear Mu Fanjue's sharp and cold eyes, Fang Qing spoke first: "Ah Jue, it's really not what you think, you misunderstood me..."

"You have injuries, take care of yourself first, and it's not too late to talk about other things later." Mu Fanjue didn't answer.

"But I don't want you to misunderstand me."

In the blink of an eye, a tear fell from the corner of her eye. Fang Qing smiled wryly: "I am not afraid even if I scolded too much on the Internet. When I saw myself covered in bruises and injuries, I never regretted it. But Ah Lord, you know that I..."

"Xiaoqing."

Mu Fanjue interrupted her, his tone softened, "I don't like to hear these words."

Hearing this, Fang Qing pulled out a broken smile and regained her previous gentleness, "Since you don't like to hear it, then I won't talk about it."

Looking at her, Mu Fanjue didn't know what to say for a while, and stepped forward to stroke the broken hair beside her ear, as silent companionship.

Fang Qing didn't dare to ask for anything that could force him to retreat to this point, telling him some trivial things to pass the time.

Suddenly, Fang Qing's expression changed.

Mu Fanjue frowned, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong? I'll call the doctor right away."

As he said that, he was about to get up and go out. Fang Qing quickly grabbed his wrist, her face flushed red, and she whispered, "Ah Jue, come here."

Hearing this, Mu Fanjue leaned forward half-believingly, his feet slipped suddenly, and he fell onto the bed.

(End of this chapter)