Give you heartbeat, return to hell

The car was driving at a constant speed, and Xiaojun's two little meaty hands overlapped cutely, holding the air to play.

Suddenly seeing Fu Yunshen's frown tightly, he tugged at the corner of Fu Yunshen's clothes, covering his big hand with his small hand as if to comfort him.

The man's thick eyelashes trembled twice, a trace of warmth rose spontaneously from the bottom of his heart, covering up the panic for no reason.

"Turn around and go to the Liyuan cemetery."

Zhao Yu was taken aback for a moment, almost thinking that he had heard wrongly. "President, didn't you just come out?"

"Turn around." The man's domineering tone did not allow anyone to question it.

Zhao Yu swallowed his saliva, and turned the car around at the intersection ahead.

Just after the sun came out, the snow of the previous few days had melted a lot, and the road up the mountain was much easier an hour ago.

Because of an indescribable throbbing, Fu Yunshen did not choose to take Xiao Jun, but left him and Zhao Yu waiting in the car.

Xiao Jun didn't clamor to go up with him as before, so he nodded obediently.

The moment the car door opened, a gust of cold wind came in from the outside, and Zhao Yu hugged himself tightly and shivered.

Fu Yunshen didn't seem to feel the coldness of the weather. He took three steps in parallel and quickly walked to the tomb and stopped. His black eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes suddenly fixed on the bunch of white stars in the sky.

The stopped back suddenly stiffened, and a shock gradually magnified in the pupils!

Has anyone been here? !
But besides him, who would come here to visit Tang Wanjun...

He knelt down and picked up the bouquet on the ground.

The flower language of Gypsophila is: an indispensable supporting role forever, and pure love.

But almost few people know that Tang Wanjun's favorite flower is the baby's breath. In her memory, she once wore a white cotton dress, and on that summer day, she walked towards herself slowly with flowers in her arms.

Under the bare ankles, the gypsophila symbolizes love, gently brushing past.

This was their fondest memory,
But now...

Fu Yunshen's heart stabbed suddenly, and some kind of anger appeared in his eyes, and he kicked the tribute placed on the tombstone to the ground as if to vent.

"Come out! Wanjun, come out!"

He yelled, almost insane, and walked around the graveyard.

Looking for that familiar figure, that smiling woman on the tombstone.

Seeing him lose control, Zhao Yu was so frightened that he hugged the young master tightly in his arms, with bitterness in his heart.

Outside the gate of the cemetery, a woman in a black coat slowly put away her umbrella.

She turned her head and glanced at the direction in which the man was riding, her black eyes remained motionless.

Then, it gradually disappeared into the mist.

a long time,

Fu Yunshen was exhausted, and the severe headache almost separated his consciousness. He couldn't help squatting down and hugging his head tightly.

The phone rang suddenly.

He opened his eyes abruptly, there seemed to be a flash of crystal in the dark eyes, and then disappeared...

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, Fu Yunshen's bloodshot eyes suddenly sank.
"...I see, let's go right away."

……

When the doctor made his rounds this morning, he saw Tang Rou lying on the bed covered in blood, she didn't respond to anyone calling her.When I walked in, I found that a cut was made on my wrist, and I was planning to commit suicide.

Fortunately, the doctor who made the ward rounds sent her to the emergency room in time and saved her life.

Due to excessive blood loss, she is now in a coma, her face has no blood, like a piece of white paper.

Xiao Jun seemed to have noticed something, and stayed obediently in Fu Yunshen's arms from the beginning to the end, neither crying nor making trouble.He doesn't like the smell of the hospital, the smell of disinfectant here is very bad.

"what happened?"

"The doctor checked the room this morning and found that Ms. Tang had cut her wrist with a fruit-peeling knife." Zhao Yu reported the whole story as concisely as possible.

"How's the situation now?" Fu Yunshen's cold face showed no extra expressions, not even emotional fluctuations, and was just making necessary inquiries.

"The doctor said it was a coma caused by excessive blood loss, and he should wake up after a short rest."

Xiao Jun opened his eyes wide and looked at Tang Rou lying on the hospital bed through the window.

The next moment, he poked Fu Yunshen on the shoulder, motioning him to look into the ward.

I don't know when Tang Rou woke up, and she was about to pull out the needle in her hand.

He put Xiaojun on the ground and told him, "Xiaojun, wait here obediently for Dad and don't run around."

The little guy nodded, and couldn't help poking half of his head inside out of curiosity.

Fu Yunshen grabbed Tang Rou's wrist to prevent her from doing anything out of the ordinary.

She just walked through the gate of hell, and she wanted to die so much?

"What are you doing to save me? Why don't you just let me die!" She cried bitterly and broke free from the shackles desperately.

"Tang Rou, stop making trouble!" Fu Yunshen snapped, his patience was limited.

He once thought that his impatience had already been smoothed by Xiao Jun, but he didn't know that his patience and care were only for that little guy.

"Brother Yunshen, do you just think I'm messing around with all that I've done? My sister's matter really has nothing to do with me, it really doesn't. Do you trust me?" She cried and trembled, almost Fu Yunshen knelt down.

"The doctor said that you have lost too much blood, you need to rest now, and we will talk about it later."

"I don't want it!" Tang Rou waved her hand and broke free. "I said that I just want you to believe me, I don't care about other people at all, why don't you understand!"

"You have a clear conscience, you don't need to prove anything to others." Fu Yunshen's face tensed.

Tang Rou kept shaking her head in denial, her tears were like broken beads, she firmly grasped Fu Yunshen's wrist, "It doesn't matter how others doubt me, but I don't want you to look at me like that. I can't bear your treatment of me. Doubt, I really can't bear it..."

Fu Yunshen's dark eyes were complexly changing, and from the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Xiao Jun who was lying beside the door.

Xiaojun blinked her big eyes that were blinking, looking cautious as if she was frightened.

If I had known that this would happen just now, I would never have brought him here with me.

"I believe that Wanjun's matter has nothing to do with you." In order to calm Tang Rou's emotions, he could only answer like this for the time being.

Sure enough, after hearing Fu Yunshen's words, Tang Rou immediately calmed down.

She raised her head and met the gaze of Fu Yunshen's eyes, "Do you really believe in me and believe that my sister's matter has nothing to do with me?"

After a pause for a few seconds, Fu Yunshen nodded lightly.

Helping him back to the bed, Zhao Yu called a doctor to give Tang Rou another IV.

"Brother Yunshen, can you stay and accompany me, I don't want to stay here alone." The tears in the circles of my eyes kept trembling, as if they might flow down at any time.

Fu Yunshen pushed away Tang Rou's hand, and withdrew his arm. "If I'm not here at night, Jun won't be able to sleep."

Tang Rou was stunned for a moment, but she wisely didn't continue to say anything.