Marriage sprouting: Mr. Fu's favorite

And Fu Chenxi didn't seem to have any energy to talk nonsense to them, and said weakly: "I don't want to see you... you go away... I can pretend that you have never... never been here... what you want to do... I don't care... ..."

He fell on the bed, and even his voice was so weak.

Fu Anyi sat there lazily: "Brother, are you in such a hurry to drive me away? What should I do? I just want to stay for a while, isn't it too rare for me to sit down and chat in peace? Now we brothers and sisters But we finally got the opportunity to get to know each other more, shouldn't we talk a little more? Brother, don't you think so?"

As she spoke, seeing Fu Chenxi's pale face suppressing his temper, he suddenly smiled sternly: "Brother, I found out that you really don't care what I want to do, just like you are dying now, you can do it." who?"

Fu Chenxi coughed a few times in discomfort, and simply closed her eyes and stopped looking at them.

However, Fu Anyi came so aggressively, how could he leave so easily.

She took out her mobile phone from her bag, unlocked it and threw it to him, smiling provocatively: "Brother, didn't you ask a private detective to investigate me? Don't you want evidence? Actually, you can tell me directly! I'll give it to you." !"

As she spoke, she pulled Song Weiliang over: "Ah Liang, let's cooperate and let my elder brother take some good photos."

Song Weiliang put his arms around her slender waist, and leaned against her in an extremely ambiguous posture: "Okay, it's just a few photos, I don't mind at all being seen by your husband who is busy outside all day, he saw it just right, and left early, we It’s better to be together earlier, so that we can have a baby that belongs to us, don’t you agree, dear?”

Fu Anyi didn't care whether Fu Chenxi looked at them or not, anyway, he twisted his body in the man's arms and hummed.

The room was filled with shameful voices. Fu Chenxi couldn't bear it anymore and slammed the phone on the ground hard, and scolded in a cold voice: "Fu Anyi, you... get out... I said... I said that the matter between you and this man has nothing to do with me... Even if you strip naked with him today... in front of me... it has nothing to do with me!"

Fu Anyi broke away from Song Weiliang's arms, leaned over and pulled the weak Fu Chenxi, and said with a ferocious expression: "Fu Chenxi, it's you who should get out, you should be realistic! I should thank you for those two incompetents." My younger brother, if they didn't care about Fu, how would I be able to get to where I am today? When I am completely settled in Fu, your two good brothers and your mother, oh, yes, and your indifferent wife and children, I will kill all of you like stray dogs, and I think who will dare to say that I, Fu Anyi, is just an illegitimate daughter in the future!"

Bai Yinglan said one mistress and one illegitimate daughter, she had had enough.

Fu Chenxi had almost no strength to resist, and let her grab her hand. Because of the emotional fluctuations, even breathing seemed to be struggling, but he still smiled: "Fu Anyi...you can kill the world...everyone...you change ...can't change the fact...Is it illegitimate or not? It's not you, you decide...but you follow in your mother's footsteps...your children are destined to suffer from you...you will only live in endless Guilt and pain..."

Fu Anyi snorted and laughed: "Before worrying about me, you should first ask God to bless you to get out of the hospital alive!"

After she finished speaking, she pulled the oxygen tube out of Fu Chenxi's nose little by little: "Brother, I heard from the doctor that you are recovering well, but there is a possibility of relapse. Although the chance is not high, there are still various medical explanations."

The meaning behind her words is very clear. Once Fu Chenxi dies, those quack doctors will naturally make up all kinds of reasons.

Song Weiliang smiled and said, "Honey, what are you talking to him about!"

After finishing his words, he approached step by step Fu Chenxi, who was in pain because he couldn't breathe.

The following things are self-evident, and the video ends here.

Fu Chenxi gritted his teeth and clenched his fists with veins protruding from the back of his hands, and there was a long-lasting hostility in his eyes.

The study room was silent for a while, only everyone's light and shallow breathing remained.

Cheng Nuo looked up at him who was trying his best to restrain himself, and shook his hand, trying to calm him down.

Cheng Yicheng whispered: "Isn't this the death of his elder brother Fu Chenxi? After all, isn't it the Fu family's own business? What does it have to do with Xiao Nuo's father's death? Oh... don't you want to confuse the public and get away with it? "

He muttered like this and suddenly realized that he raised his index finger and pointed at Fu Chenxi who had a cold face that made people feel cold.

Fu Chenxi narrowed his eyes slightly, Cheng Yicheng immediately withdrew his hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Just... just say it casually."

Grandma knew that he was not feeling well, so she scolded Cheng Yicheng: "If you don't talk, no one will treat you as dumb."

Fu Chenxi remained silent without saying a word. After a while, he calmed down a little, and clicked on the next video.

The person who appeared in the video was her father, and Cheng Nuo subconsciously called out to her father. For some reason, her vision gradually blurred with tears. Even though she rubbed her eyes a few times, she still couldn't see her father's appearance clearly.

Grandma couldn't help calling her father's name in a choked voice.

The person shown in the picture is not only the father, but also a familiar woman, Jiang Mengling.

Ever since I sent Jiang Mengling's family away, and had a meal with her at the restaurant her father frequented that time, she never showed up again. up?

In the video, Jiang Mengling cleaned up the office for her father.

Cheng Yiren said while he was busy with official duties: "Every time you come here, you either water the flowers or do the cleaning. I don't think you need to ask for cleaning. It's almost enough. You don't need to clean it up. Isn't the hospital busy recently?"

Jiang Mengling chuckled softly: "It's okay, there's nothing to do."

Cheng Yiren looked up at her: "Are you arguing with your husband again?"

Jiang Mengling's mouth twitched: "No."

After finishing speaking, she seemed unwilling to mention her husband, hesitated for a moment, and changed the subject: "Old Cheng, I've always had something in my heart, and I've never told anyone else about it."

Cheng Yiren asked indifferently: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Mengling thought for a while and said, "I always feel that the matter of the eldest son of the Fu family is not easy!"

Cheng Yiren's face visibly froze, and even the pen that fell on the paper was crooked.

Jiang Mengling asked him strangely what's wrong?
Cheng Yiren shook his head: "It's been two years, why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

Jiang Mengling said in a low voice: "Recently, a group of people sneaked around in the hospital and asked who the eldest son of the Fu family met before he died? I remembered this."

After she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and it was Song Weiliang who walked in.

Seeing that he had something to do, Jiang Mengling hurriedly said goodbye and went out.