fake love

Chapter 368 Suicidal Maternal Love (2)
He pressed his finger to hang up, and he focused on Luo Wenying.

Half an hour later, the meeting ended, Luo Wenying packed up the computer, and saw Mingzheng still sitting at the top, "Whoever called you, why didn't you answer?"

"You can detect such a small movement."

Luo Wenying smiled and took the phone from him, "Is there any secret, can I see it?"

"What other secrets can I have?"

"It's Auntie," Luo Wenying saw the number calling again, "Aren't you answering?"

Ming Zheng didn't raise his head, "There's nothing urgent, let's go out and have dinner."

"You should pick it up," Luo Wenying knew about the estrangement between Mingzheng and Zhao Lan recently, "Auntie keeps calling you, maybe there is something wrong."

Hesitation flashed across Mingzheng's brows. After he took the phone from Luo Wenying, he saw that the number on the screen was still flashing, and he hadn't changed a word of the settings.

He rubbed his thumb repeatedly, and finally pressed the answer button, "Hello."

"Ming Zheng."

"Is there something wrong?" Ming Zheng frowned, Zhao Lan's voice on the phone seemed to be a little off, "Ming Zheng, I'm sorry, Mom."

Luo Wenying packed all the documents for him, Mingzheng pursed his lips tightly and Zhao Lan seemed to be talking to himself, "I hit you last time, mom always wanted to say sorry to you, but it wasn't I beat you because I no longer treat you as my own child, Mingzheng, in the past [-] years, my mother owed you, and I probably won’t pay you back in the future. That girl Wen Ying is nice, and you are not young Come on, don't waste any more..."

Luo Wenying saw that Zhao Lan was the one talking most of the time, while Ming Zheng kept the same expression.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Wenying asked, "What's wrong?"

Ming Zheng shook his head, "It's okay, let me go back now."

"Then go back quickly."

Mingzheng pushed away the chair and got up, took the materials from Luo Wenying, "Let's wait."

He walked into the office, thinking about what Zhao Lan had repeatedly told him to go back on the phone, and after thinking about it, he felt that Zhao Lan's behavior today was a bit abnormal. look.

Walking out of the office, Luo Wenying came to meet him, seeing his hurried steps, "Do you want to go home?"

"Well, go home and have a look." After Ming Zheng finished speaking, he quickly walked towards the elevator, rubbing her shoulders.

The car was speeding along the road, and when Mingzheng returned home, he felt that the house was unusually quiet, with a heavy and strange feeling. He called his servant, "Where's Madam?"

"I went to bed early in the morning and didn't eat dinner."

Mingzheng handed over his coat without changing his shoes, and went directly to the second floor.

The door of Zhao Lan's room was closed, and when he opened it, he felt something was wrong. It was pitch black inside, and a strong fishy smell wafted into his nostrils.

When he strode in, Zhao Lan was sleeping on the bed, stuffed with two duvets, his throat rolling lightly, his heart almost stopped beating, he came to the bed and threw off the quilt.

The wound on the wrist was cut deeply, and the blood even soaked out of the inner quilt, Ming Zheng was shocked, "Mom!"

Zhao Lan had already lost consciousness, he picked her up without hesitation, glanced at the bedside table, and saw a folded paper on it.

He hurried downstairs with her in his arms, the servant panicked when he saw it, and looked at the clock hanging in the living room, "Why is this so, Madam told me to remember to go to her room to call her at 8 o'clock."

Mingzheng raised his eyelids and cast aside the time, his face became more and more gloomy, and he was still tightly holding the piece of paper on the bedside table.

At the door of the emergency room of the hospital, Mingzheng opened the paper with trembling palms. The lower his eyes fell, the deeper his heart sank. He closed his eyelids tiredly and leaned against the cold wall.

This should be Zhao Lan's will. She clearly stated that she would not accept rescue.

The corners of Ming Zheng's mouth were raised in mockery, under the broken hair drooping on his forehead, his eyes were empty and lifeless. He stared sideways at the red light in the emergency room. After all, Ming Chengyou was the one she cared about the most.

After clenching his palms tightly, he loosened them again, fighting fiercely in his heart, and finally called Fu Ran.

Ming Chengyou and Fu Ran rushed to the hospital quickly, but Ming Zheng didn't raise his head when he heard the hurried footsteps.

"Brother, what happened?" Fu Ran looked anxious, "Is Mom still trying to rescue her?"

Only then did Ming Zheng raise his lowered gaze, but he passed Fu Ran and fell to Ming Chengyou. Seeing the man's thin body, Ming Zheng was also taken aback, and he handed the paper to Fu Ran.

She took it carefully, and Ming Chengyou stood behind her, from such an angle that she could see the content on the paper.

Fu Ran's eyes moved down, his mouth was slightly opened in surprise, Ming Chengyou's face became paler, and he took the paper from Fu Ran's hand.

Zhao Lan told Mingzheng to go back, and told the servant to wait for the time to call her, because she didn't want her to die in vain.She knew that if she said she wanted to give Ming Chengyou her heart, no hospital would agree to the operation.

The only way she could think of was this.

Ming Chengyou rubbed the paper in his palm, and stared at the door fiercely.

The lights in the emergency room dimmed quickly, and Ming Zheng stood up to greet her, "Doctor, how is my mother?"

"Fortunately, it was delivered in time," the doctor took off his mask, "It will be useless if you come half an hour later."

Fu Ran had lingering fears, and her back was so frightened that cold sweat broke out. She raised her head and looked at Ming Chengyou beside her. The man didn't say a word, but his face was tense, and his eyes were cold.

Zhao Lan was pushed out of the first-aid room, Fu Ran retreated to the side, and seeing Ming Chengyou still standing still, she pulled his arm to let him stand beside her.

Zhao Lan's left wrist was wrapped with thick gauze, his lips were pale, and drips were injected into his body along the veins on the back of his hand.

Ming Chengyou stared at the direction where the hospital bed was pushed out for a moment.

Ming Zheng followed and left, and after returning to the ward, he called Luo Wenying and asked her to go home and bring him a change of clothes.

When Luo Wenying rushed to the hospital, Mingzheng looked up at the IV bottle.

At Mingzheng's house, after listening to the servant explain the situation roughly, Luo Wenying put the things on the bedside table, Mingzheng raised his head, "Thank you."

(End of this chapter)