Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 483 Isn't it all about getting married? Wouldn't it be better to leave something to bed?
The forests are all dyed, the autumn is deep, and the time has entered the end of September in a blink of an eye.This day is September 21st, the twelfth day of the eighth month in the lunar calendar, and there is still less than a day before Rong Lianye's wedding.

The heavy rain that poured from 06:30 in the morning enveloped the two places of Jiyun, which are closely adjacent to each other.For a moment, it was unclear whether it was day or night.

The wind was raging, and the thunderstorm was raging. Many people said that if the rain continued until tomorrow, then Rong Lianye's upcoming wedding would not be a good omen.

Compared with the anxiety and sincere prayers of the Jiang family, Rong Lian didn't care at all in his ambition.His brows are cold and indifferent, like a lifeless statue.

Early in the morning, the men sent to the hospital to "monitor" the movements of the Song family reported that when the heavy rain fell, Song Wenxiang, who had just had breakfast, left the ward when there was no one there.No one knew what he was going to do when he left the ward.

However, before he could take two steps with difficulty, he fell headlong into the cold and quiet corridor.

Until two o'clock in the afternoon, a group of experts and doctors in the hospital were still in the intensive care unit to rescue Song Wenxiang.

Of course, if it wasn't for Rong Lianye's secret help, Song Wenxiang would probably be dead by now.

Half an hour ago, Rong Lianye arranged for the people in the hospital to call again, saying that Song Wenxiang, who was already in the terminal stage of cancer, had suffered internal bleeding due to the fall, and now his body was worse than ever.Even with surgery, it is very likely that he will not survive tonight.

The wind and rain were blowing outside the window, and the inside of the window was pitch black. Suddenly, the lightning in the sky tore apart the boundless sky, illuminating the cold and unruly facial contours of the man like a cold light.

The cold wind coming in from the window diffused the strong smell of alcohol in the room, Rong Lianye's tall body was sitting slumped at the end of the bed, and countless cigarette butts had fallen into the ashtray on the sofa in front of him.

Amidst the smog, a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes cut through the smog and opened suddenly.In the visual experience of flickering light and dark, it is sharp and profound.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and with a "snap", the snow-white lights illuminated every corner of the room.

Rong Lianye raised his hand, shielding his eyes with one arm, and after adapting to the dazzling light for a moment, he slowly looked at Rong Bingcheng who was walking towards him.

There was a bright light in his sight, Rong Bingcheng finally saw the room filled with smog, and frowned.

However, Rong Lianye, on the opposite side, still kept his back against the end of the bed, playing with the goblet in his hand, and taking a closer look at it with the help of the bright beam of light in the room.

Hearing Rong Bingcheng's sigh, Rong Lianye slightly raised his eyelids, and there was no trace of waves in his dark eyes.

He raised his head and poured the last sip of red wine into his mouth.

Rong Bingcheng really hated iron and shook his head, seeing Rong Lianye's mobile phone on the coffee table in front of him, bent down to pick it up, there were indeed several calls from Jiang Wan'er on it.

After putting down the phone, Rong Bingcheng's heavy eyes fell on Rong Lianye, "Wan'er called you so many times, why didn't you answer any of them? The calls all went to my study!"

Rong Lianye leaned over and put the empty wine glass upside down on the coffee table in front of him. A drop of light red liquid slowly slid down the inner side of the glass. Then, he raised his black head, and a deep smile curled up on the corner of his left lip. meaning.

He said: "Aren't we all going to get married? Wouldn't it be better to leave something to bed?"

"You—" Suddenly, Rong Bingcheng trembled with anger, "Rong Lianye, you better know what you eat!"

Rong Lianye lowered his eyes and smiled, "Is there anything you are not satisfied with?"

"Call Wan'er right now, comfort her well, and tell her not to worry. It means that tomorrow's wedding will go smoothly!"

Rong Bingcheng picked up the phone again and handed it to him, "Here, call now, in front of me!"

Rong Lianye casually took the phone, staring at the black screen for a moment, Chao Rong Bingcheng clicked his tongue twice, "How dare I apologize to my fiancée when you're here? Give me some face, huh?"

Rong Bingcheng took a deep look at him and turned around, "I'll ask Mother Rong to cook you a bowl of hangover soup and serve it. Remember, don't forget to call!"

Looking out through the half-open door, Rong Bingcheng's figure gradually disappeared at the stairs. Seeing this, Rong Lianye sneered and threw the phone on the coffee table.

There was another gust of wind and showers outside the window, and the window that was not closed was blown open with a bang, and the cold air hit the face, and the slightly drunk man became slightly sober.

He glanced sideways at the pitch-black sky outside the window, and there were slanted raindrops drifting into the room, and the place by the window was immediately wet.

After getting up and closing the window that was blown open by the wind, Rong Lianye seemed to have remembered something, picked up the phone and replied a text message to Jiang Wan'er.Afterwards, he took out the phone card that was commonly used in Jicheng and threw it in a flowerpot in the corner.

The only thing left is that private phone number that few people know.

……

The heavy rain was still falling, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and a haze that had lingered in my heart for a long time and refused to dissipate.It is said that troubles are easy to happen on such a terrifying night, and sure enough——

At ten o'clock at night, Rong Lianye received a message from the hospital, saying that Song Wenxiang, who was rescued in the intensive care unit 10 minutes ago, died of excessive spleen blood loss and angina pectoris.

Although he could not be said to have abandoned his wife and children, the stubborn man passed away forever on the day when his family was about to be reunited. No one knew whether his soul would go to heaven or hell.

However, the lonely Song family lost the idea of ​​a "family" forever.

At that time in Yuncheng, the Song family was in chaos.

When Mo Shiqian arrived in the rain, Ji He who came out of the morgue was already a haggard weeping man.With the help of the surrounding nurses, he almost fainted.

Although Song Wenxiang was her husband, only she knew how true or not the tears were.

"Auntie, please bear with your condolences." Ever since Song Qianzi left Yuncheng, Mo Shiqian had sent someone to secretly take care of Song Wenxiang's place.

Although Song Qianzi told him her life experience without hesitation, Mo Shiqian never underestimated Song Qianzi, on the contrary he loved her even more.I can't help but want to take good care of her.

As for the tricky stepmother Song Qianzi was talking about——

It was the first time Mo Shiqian saw him.

Ji He raised his red and swollen eye sockets, sat down from a chair with the help of the nurse, and said hoarsely, "Who are you?"

"A thousand-faced... good friend." Mo Shiqian nodded respectfully, showing the humility and gentleness of a handsome young man, "Mo Shiqian,"

"Mo..." Of course Ji He had heard of the Mo family in Yuncheng, he also knew the name of Mo Shiqian, the eldest son of Mo, and he knew the relationship between the Mo family and the Fu family.

It's just that Mo Shiqian was married a few years ago, wasn't he?His wife was his classmate when he was studying abroad.

Although the wife is short-lived...

Ji He raised his head, squinted his eyes and took a deep look at the visitor.Mo Shiqian's gentle and handsome appearance was calm and composed, and his eyes under a pair of gold-rimmed glasses were extremely sincere.

As someone who has experienced it, the shrewd Ji He knew his thoughts about Song Qianzi from the pause in the other party's words just now.

The pupils full of water flashed, and it seemed that the young master of the Mo family who had lost his wife was right to be moved by Song Qianzi.

Ji He, who was planning to say something polite, suddenly thought of the warning that man had given her a few days ago, after a second thought, he covered his nose and began to cry again.

After receiving the tissue handed over by the nurse, she couldn't stop the tears from pouring down, "I don't know where Qianzi has gone. Her father is gone and she doesn't know how to come back. I can't reach her by calling here..."

"Wen Xiang left us orphans and widows. Qian Mo is still in school, Xiaomi hasn't found a good job, and Qian Zi has disappeared. He can't rest in peace..."

How could Mo Shiqian not know what kind of wishful thinking Ji He was planning?I'm afraid they are waiting for Song Qianzi to come back to fight for the real estate of the hardware store.

A week ago, he had already sent someone to find out that the location of the hardware store would most likely be developed.Therefore, what Ji He is really fighting for is the huge demolition fee after the country develops that area.

Mo Shiqian didn't want to expose her for the time being, so it didn't make any sense to talk about it.It's also good for him to let the other party play a few monkey tricks there like watching a clown.

"Qianzi is already on her way back home."

Mo Shiqian just said it briefly, but Ji He was taken aback when he heard it, and hurriedly grabbed Mo Shiqian's arm, "What are you talking about? Qianzi is not in the country?"

Mo Shiqian closed his eyes, pursed his lips and withdrew his hand, "Qian Zi is already very sad, and I hope that Auntie will not blame her when she comes back."

"As for uncle's subsequent expenses, leave it to me first." Mo Shiqian didn't think the tears shed by the person in front of him were so valuable.Just because he understands Song Qianzi's heart.

Every time he heard her mention her father Song Wenxiang, he would see her sharp and hateful eyes, and similarly, the sadness and softness on her face.

It was certain that Song Qianzi hated Song Wenxiang for not caring enough for her and Song Qianmo, but since Song Wenxiang was gone, Song Qianzi definitely hoped that he would go away well.

It was the only thing he could do for her until she came back.

As for what Fu Xiheng told him that night, he was not in a hurry or cared, he just needed her to tell him and give him an answer.At that time he will make the final decision.

Mo Shiqian's work efficiency was very fast, and within an hour of arriving at the hospital that night, Song Wenxiang's funeral had already been arranged by him.

Mo Shiqian hired a professional funeral director to give Song Wenxiang the final decent treatment, and set up the mourning hall in the funeral home.

The high-spirited young man Song Qianmo knelt in front of the coffin, his eyes touched the black and white photo frame in front of him, his teeth were clenched, and there was no tear in his eyes.

On the other hand, Song Xiaomi couldn't make a sound.

After all, she has Song Wenxiang's flesh and blood in her body, and Song Xiaomi is savage, but she does not have the selfishness of Ji He.At least in front of her father, Song Xiaomi is still a child who longs for a happy life as a family of three.

Seeing Ji He, who had been crying for a long time, patted the dust off his knees and got up, Song Qianmo frowned and followed her out.

In the early morning, the night sky was shrouded in layers of dark clouds. The lights in the funeral parlor opened up the space in front of the door, and we could see the misty rain and mist drifting with the wind like a light gauze tent, like frost and fog.

Although the rain had lessened, the air was still icy cold, and Ji He couldn't help shivering as soon as he came out.

She glanced back vigilantly, seeing that no one had followed from the funeral home, so she took a few steps forward and came to the carport where the vehicle was parked and took out her mobile phone.

When Rong Lianye heard the vibration of the phone next to his pillow, he instantly opened his deep and shining phoenix eyes in the dark night, and without reaching out to turn on the light, he slid down the answer button with the light of the screen.

"Hey, is this Mr. Rong?" Ji He looked back in fear again. In the days of Song Wenxiang's death, she really had lingering fears about doing such a thing of betraying someone else's daughter.

"Say." The man's thin lips parted lightly, concise and low.

Ji He squeezed the phone in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Today, Mo Shiqian, son of the Mo family, came to the hospital. He said he was Qian Zi's friend, and he also arranged all my husband's funeral affairs properly,"

"I want to listen to the key points." The man reminded in a low voice.

The corners of Ji He's mouth curled up a few times, and he scolded the man opposite in his heart, wondering if it wasn't because he was concerned about his identity and the money he accepted, how could she let someone gain the upper hand?

She, Ji He, has never been a disadvantaged person!
"Master Rong, Mo Shiqian said that she is already on her way back to China, but when will she arrive, I will..."

Before Ji He finished speaking, there was a sound of extremely fast footsteps behind him. Ji He also saw the shadow that was getting closer by the faint light, but before she could react, the phone was thrown from behind take away.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud sound of various parts falling to the ground full of stagnant water.

"Song Qianmo, you brat—" Ji He's heart trembled.Looking back, when he saw who it was, he just stretched out a finger to scold him, but Song Qianmo slapped him viciously on the cheek.

Song Qianmo's pupils spewed fire, and almost used all the strength left, "Ji, if you dare to tell that man anything about my sister, I will kill you with my own hands!"

He knew that the man who was engaged was not so easy to dump. Fortunately, he started to pay attention early in the morning, and as expected, he discovered that the sneaky Ji He was bought by Rong Lianye...

"Heh—" Ji He wasn't afraid after the incident came to light, anyway, how could a brat like Song Qianmo twist Rong Lianye's thigh.

Ji He folded his arms around his chest, and raised his red lips slightly, "You killed me? If you killed me, I'm afraid that sister who treats you as a treasure will feel even more distressed, and maybe she will go to jail for you."

The boy clenched his fists, and the lightning flashed across the sky illuminated his thin face, and his delicate facial features rose with hostility.

In order not to chill his elder sister Song Qianzi, he suppressed the grief and indignation in his chest, with a sinister smile in his black eyes, "Then let's try it..."

Here, Rong Lian hung up the phone halfway through the wild words, and before the end, he heard Song Qianmo screaming on the other end of the phone.

Rong Lianye's pupils shrank slightly, and the knuckles holding the phone turned white.

(End of this chapter)