The Trap of the Rich: The First Lady Never Comes Home

Chapter 213 Two Angry Men (3)

On the ultra-wide phone screen, a short text message fell into Huo Qirui's eyes.

[I'm dead, help me take care of Xiaojing. 】

So short words?She didn't say if, and didn't assume?

She was already ready to die?She even left behind the relatives she cared about the most?

Such a brief text message is like a suicide note...

Something in the chest cavity seemed to explode, and then shattered.All that's left is endless pain.

"Huo Qirui! I said a long time ago not to hurt her!" Qiao An stood opposite Huo Qirui, with a slender figure in black and white, with an equally intimidating aura.

"If there's anything wrong with her, I'll let your Sophie Group bury her with her!" Joan gritted her teeth fiercely and looked in the direction of the operating room, but her heart was filled with gloom.

Where did she hurt?Does it matter?In case she...

Do not.Nothing happens.

Huo Qirui turned his face away, leaned against the wall of the hospital decadently, and closed his eyes weakly.

Don't use his hands.If she died, he would bury her with him himself.

As if centuries had passed, the door of the operating room finally opened slowly.

"What's the matter?" As soon as the doctor came out, the two men actually asked the same sentence in unison.

The dean looked at Qiao An on the right. When did such a handsome man come again?
"I'm asking you something!" Joan suddenly became furious, "What's wrong with her?" "

Joan's roar shocked the doctor again.

"Miss Du is out of danger, she's fine for the time being..." The doctor adjusted his white coat, "It's just a child..."

Qiao An was obviously relieved when he heard that Du Liangchen was fine.As long as she's okay.It's fine.

"What's wrong with the child?" Huo Qirui was startled and grabbed the dean's arm.

"Mr. Huo, it's not easy for Miss Du's body to survive on her own... As for that child, because..."

The doctor looked at Huo Qirui and paused.

"Because of what?" He stared at the dean with bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to kill someone with his eyes.

"Because..." The doctor looked at Huo Qirui in embarrassment, "This... this... Ms. Du's bed affair..."

"Shut up!" The doctor said a few words intermittently, but Huo Qirui stopped him.

Does this mean that he killed his own child with his own hands?

His heart was instantly emptied, this feeling of emptiness was worse than letting him die.

Qiao An ignored the people around her, and went directly to her ward when she heard the doctor announce that Du Liangchen was out of danger.

On the hospital bed, Du Liangchen had already changed into a sky blue plaid hospital gown and was sleeping there quietly.

There was no trace of blood on the delicate and small face, and the eyelashes were curved, like a sleeping angel.

Joan sat down in front of the hospital bed.

Reaching out to pull the air-conditioning blanket, he raised Du Liangchen's arm to put it under the blanket.

Holding her slender wrist, his eyes suddenly stopped.

Lifting off the air-conditioning blanket on her body, Joan carefully rolled up her sleeves...

Shocking bruises on the arms.

Pulling Radu Liangchen's collar, the neck is also the same, which makes people unable to look directly at it.

Holding back the anger surging in his heart, Qiao An carefully rolled up Du Liangchen's pants.

Still the same on the legs...

With trembling hands, he loosened Du Liangchen's clothes, and gently covered her with a blanket.

(End of this chapter)