Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 382 Ninety-Nine Bronchitis (1)
But Dad is also Jiujiu's treasure, Jiujiu's hero, she beat Dad to death, now she feels that she is wrong, does she think it is natural for others to save his son?
but……

It was indeed Xiao Mohan who saved her. If it wasn't for Xiao Mohan, ninety-nine people would be dying today.

Close your eyes, Xiao Mohan has been so good to her all these years.

Even when she was under house arrest, Du Xinyu was not allowed to use means to torture her. If it wasn't for Xiao Mohan's affection for him, Xiao Ma and Jiujiu would have been uprooted by Du Xinyu long ago.

All these years, Xiao Mohan was the one who silently protected Jiujiu and Xiao Ma behind Du Xinyu's back.

The corners of Jiujiu's lips were pale.

Should we save him?What if he saved him, and he wanted to deal with Lan Hua'er again?When is the time for revenge?

Jiujiu closed his eyes, his back was cold.

Lan Zhongwen next to her held her hand tightly.

"Jiujiu, don't be soft-hearted." His hands were also as cold as ice, and he looked at Du Xinyu with no emotion in his eyes.

If you make a mistake, you should pay back.

in the hospital.

Under the cold white light, Xiao Mohan was lying in the intensive care unit, with an oxygen tube inserted in his body, his eyes were slack, his face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood, as if it would disappear with the wind.

The probate appeal was being broadcast live on television.

Du Xinyu knelt on the ground, begging Jiujiu to save him.

Jiujiu seemed to have never heard of it, her face was pale, but her beautiful eyebrows curled up slightly hesitantly, obviously she was thinking about it.

It turned out that his surname was Zhou.

Zhou Mohan.

What a nice name.

In the dim light, Xiao Mohan was so pale that he seemed to be transparent, his lifeless appearance seemed to stop breathing at any time.

He watched Du Xinyu being dragged down by the bailiff, she was holding onto the frame tightly, her eyes were red, deep in her eyes, there was a deep sorrow.

Such a person who pays attention to manners lost his posture in front of others for the first time because of him.

The judge pronounced her guilt in public.

With the blow of the gavel, he was convicted of the crime, and on December 1995, 12, Du Xinyu was sentenced to life imprisonment.

Since Britain's attitude towards the death penalty has been deeply affecting Hong Kong's criminal policy, the death penalty was abolished in Hong Kong in June 1991, so life imprisonment is the heaviest penalty in Hong Kong.

Xiao Mohan sat beside the hospital bed motionless like a stone sculpture, he stared blankly at his own black shadow on the ground, his mind went blank, he only felt that the black shadow was about to rush over and swallow him mouthful .

I do not know how long it has been.

With a slight movement of his fingers, he pulled out the oxygen tube in his chest, and calmly closed his eyes.

He forgave Du Xinyu.

The heart is light.

For the first time, he felt that he could fall asleep peacefully. He closed his eyes gently, sleeping peacefully.

At the same time, there was a beep on the ECG monitor.

The heart rate becomes a straight line.

The disinfection tray in the nurse's hand fell to the ground, and she ran to the doctor anxiously, "Dr. Zhang, the patient is critically ill, please notify his family quickly..."

After court.

The sky suddenly began to rain.

Raindrops hit the ground, silently.

On the cemetery hill, the tombstones are next to each other, extending to the bottom of the hill.

Jiujiu stood under the umbrella.

The transparent umbrella illuminated Jiujiu's face perfectly.

Jiujiu held a large bouquet of white carnations in her hands, and the raindrops hit the flowers, glistening.

Some green plants have grown on Dad's grave.

Xiao Ma's eyes were sad, and she bent down to pull out the messy grass.

Seeing this, Lan Zhongwen asked Gu Rong to support her, bent down to pull weeds for the grave, and remained silent.

Xiao Ma closed her eyes in pain.

The rain is getting heavier.

The sky was gloomy and dark, and the raindrops were crackling on the ground, with a rush and chaotic rhythm.

The rain splashed Lan Zhongwen's trousers, his whole body was drenched, but he didn't stop, his fingers quickly grabbed the grass, and pulled it out neatly.

Xiao Ma cried weakly.

Jiujiu hugged her, her lips were pale and translucent.

"Mom, I'm here to announce the good news to my father today. Let's not be sad, okay?" She said uncomfortablely, her long and dense eyelashes were slightly moist, calm and fragile.

I don't know how long it took.

Xiao Ma's crying gradually weakened.

"Dad, we came to see you." Her voice was quiet, filled with the violent wind and rain, a little illusory, "Dad, do you miss me and Mom? Mom is fine, I am also healthy, Dad, today I am I came to tell you good news, the villain who killed you has finally been brought to justice, you can rest in peace."

Xiao Ma was weakly supported by Jiujiu.

Years have changed everyone's appearance and mentality. When she was a child, her parents sheltered her from the wind and rain, allowing her to grow up carefree.

Today, my father has passed away, and my mother is also getting old. It is up to her to protect her mother. If she cannot protect her own relatives, what is the point of her living.

Mom has lost the person she loves most, so she is the person mother loves most in this world. She is the pillar of mother, and she should not make mother worry and sad anymore.

She looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone. Although her father had single eyelids, he was tall and handsome. In Jiujiu's heart, he was the most handsome man.

She stared at the picture in rapt attention, Lan Zhongwen took her into his arms, tightened his fingers slightly, allowing her body to support most of his body, conveying warm strength.

As if suddenly awakened, Jiujiu looked up at Lan Zhongwen, his sharp chin was right in front of her eyes, the lines were sexy and arrogant.

The rain is getting heavier.

The pouring rain poured down from the sky, splashing everyone's trousers.

Under a transparent umbrella.

Ninety-nine times she hugged him, her eyes were extremely peaceful.

The rain was loud, and her voice was intermittent, but there was a firm force behind it, "Dad, Lan Hua'er and I are getting married. Although Dad won't tell me, I know Dad likes Lan Hua'er very much, right? Be with him, I believe Dad, you can rest assured that he will treat me well."

(End of this chapter)