After the divorce: The president can no longer control the young mistress

Chapter 193 Sheng Chaomu pushed him away, his voice was soft as hell: You hurt me~
Because of these words, Sheng Chaomu's pupils shrank violently.

Her thick, long hair covered the pillow, and her jet-black hair contrasted sharply with her jade-white skin.

She is so beautiful, and there is a bit of indescribable desolation in her beauty, like her broken voice coming from her throat, low and tender, but also ruthlessly mocking.

When Fu Huaijin was most emotional, she said coldly in his ear:
"Have you ever thought that the woman you are holding now had a marriage history with another man during the five years you couldn't see?"

Because of her words, Fu Huaijin's aura instantly turned cold.

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At two o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Sheng Chaomu appeared on the parking lot of the Beijing Hospital.

After tossing and tossing for too long last night, she obviously looked a little haggard, but her mental state is not bad.

The reason why she moved so early was to prepare for the surgery.

As soon as she got out of the car, she saw Jiang Fengmian, who had been awake all night because of anxiety, smoking a cigarette under an old banyan tree.

The autumn wind suddenly picked up, and the shadows of the trees were torrential. His back in a white coat looked extraordinarily slender, even a little thin——

It's like the kind of thinness that only grows and doesn't gain weight when the body of a teenager is soaring.

There was such a slight trance that Sheng Chaomu remembered the scene when she followed him and Sheng Jingnian when she was young and called him Brother Mian.

At that time, she was still very young, Jiang Fengmian and Sheng Jingnian were still very young, their relationship was so innocent.

It can be as simple as a piece of fruit candy.

Since when did their relationship become so bad?
It should be from the day Jiang Zhishui was burned and disfigured because of her, right?
During Sheng Chaomu's trance, Jiang Fengmian, who finished smoking his cigarette, turned around and saw her.

He now has an instinctive... loathing for Sheng Hanchun.

This kind of disgust is not that I really hate someone, but that I know that this person is terrible but I still can't help being attracted to her. It's this kind of disgust.

As soon as he saw her, his bad face became even uglier, and he turned and walked towards the hospital building without any hesitation.

Sheng Chaomu also walked towards the hospital building.

While waiting for the elevator, the two got on the same elevator one after the other, and it was just the two of them.

Jiang Fengmian pressed the 18th floor, but Sheng Chaomu didn't, because she was going to this floor too.

She didn't press the floor, so Jiang Fengmian asked her impatiently, "How many floors?"

Sheng Chaomu glanced at Jiang Fengmian who was standing next to the number keys of the elevator: "I'm on the same floor as you."

Jiang Fengmian frowned: "What are you doing on the 18th floor?"

Sheng Chaomu said casually: "At the invitation of the director, I will participate in a patient's operation."

After saying that, Jiang Fengmian grabbed her wrist violently, pressed her against the elevator wall behind him, and said through gritted teeth:
"Sheng Hanchun, don't tell me it was my mother's operation?"

Jiang Fengmian, who went crazy, had great strength in his hands, and it hurt Sheng Chaomu's wrist.

Sheng Chaomu frowned, the fundus of his eyes were red from not having a good rest, and there was a slight layer of water vapor, "You hurt me."

The voice was extremely soft, and Jiang Fengmian's heart went numb when he scratched.

He subconsciously let go of her wrist, and inadvertently saw a deep scar on her palm:

"Where did you get the scar on your hand?"

Sheng Chaomu replied indifferently: "When I was naughty when I was young, I fell off the rockery and got knocked by pebbles."

Jiang Fengmian's pupils narrowed slightly, "I remember that demon girl Sheng Chaomu, that's how the scar on her left hand came from."

Sheng Chaomu snorted, "What a coincidence."

Jiang Fengmian calmed down and said:

"Sheng Hanchun, you and Fu Huaijin are not suitable. Don't harm him. It's not easy for him to be where he is today." After a pause, "Lu Mingzhu is more suitable for him than you."

Fu Huaijin lost her father and mother since she was a child, and it is indeed not easy to be an adopted son and live under another person's fence.

Sheng Zhaomu thought so.

But back then, if Fu Huaijin and Fu Huairou hadn't been adopted by her parents, whether they would have survived was another possibility.

Sheng Chaomu didn't speak.

The elevator door opened, and Jiang Fengmian walked out first.

Sheng Chaomu followed closely behind.

After walking a few steps, Sheng Chaomu called him, "Jiang Fengmian."

Jiang Fengmian paused slightly, and looked at her coldly.

Sheng Chaomu said: "Why do you still hate Sheng Chaomu? What did she do that you can't forgive?"

Jiang Fengmian's throat rolled, and he said, "Her death is the most unforgivable thing."

Sheng Chaomu was a little surprised, and said, "So, actually, you don't want her to die?"

"No. I'd rather she die by my hands."

Sheng Chaomu's heart trembled violently.

Jiang Fengmian's words continued, but the voice sounded a little desolate:

"But even so, my younger sister Jiang Zhishui will never be able to restore her former appearance."

Sheng Chaomu twisted his heart, and said, "I can heal the burn on your sister's face."

Jiang Fengmian sarcastically said, "It's up to you?"

Sheng Chaomu didn't answer him anymore and went to see the dean.

Jiang's mother's condition is very bad, and it has indeed reached the point where she has to undergo surgery to save her life.

After confirming the craniotomy plan, Sheng Chaomu went to the VIP lounge to wait.

Fu Huaijin called at this time, his voice sounded extremely hoarse, "Last night, I'm sorry..."

Sheng Chaomu sneered: "Sorry for what?"

(End of this chapter)