Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

Suppressing the churning annoyance in her heart, Yang Zhuoying tried to say goodbye to Yang Haining.

"If you kill me, you won't be able to escape. This is Qin Mo's territory. Don't say you can't escape from the gate of the hospital. Even if you escape, He Junlin and Yang Xiaoyi will send people to hunt you down at the end of the world. At that time, what do you think? Will Hans protect you? No, he won't even look at you when you are of no use. Are you willing to live a life of escape?"

Yang Haining laughed loudly, and after a while, she suddenly stopped laughing, her eyes were sad and vicious.

"Do you think I'm afraid of death? I have nothing left, my life has been completely ruined, it's useless not to die, but if I die, I'll hold you back!"

Yang Haining yelled, laughed and cried hysterically, just like a madman.

Seeing her like this, Yang Zhuoying knew that she couldn't make any sense, and was about to grab the scalpel from her hand while she wasn't looking, but Yang Haining took the first step, cutting with the sharp blade as if she knew her thoughts. To Yang Zhuoying's throat.

At this moment, a mobile phone rang.

The tense atmosphere between the two stopped. Yang Haining reached out and took out the mobile phone from Yang Zhuoying's arms. Seeing that the name of He Junlin was displayed on the caller, she showed a cruel smile.

"I'll take it as a good deed and let you say goodbye to him before you die." She then connected the phone.

"Yang Zhuoying, where are you?"

"He Junlin, do you want to see Yang Zhuoying for the last time? If you want to, come to the hospital and give you 10 minutes. Don't be late, otherwise, I can't help you."

Fang Lang had been busy all morning, took the sandwiches and coffee bought by the nurse, and planned to eat on the rooftop and smoke a cigarette along the way.

Walking to the roof gate, Fang Lang paused.

His nose moved, why did he seem to smell a bloody smell?

Reflexively, he walked quickly to the door and reached out to push the door, only to find that the door to the roof was locked.

Strange, who locked the door?

The door of the roof is usually not locked, but now it is locked, and the smell of blood seems to come from inside.
For a moment, Fang Lang thought of countless possibilities, gathered his mind, and immediately called the security department and asked them to send someone up to check.

Just after hanging up the phone, there was a tragic cry from the rooftop.

"No! I don't want to die. Please pull me up. I will never dare again. For Dad's sake, please help me."

It was a voice that was supposed to be nice, but it was distorted by the screams, and it sounded a bit pervasive.

Fang Lang couldn't help shivering, and an image couldn't help appearing in his mind: a woman was pushed off the roof, she stubbornly grabbed the railing of the roof, and begged the person who pushed her down to let her go and let her go. pull up.

The woman's screams were heart-piercing, which made him uncomfortable, and also aroused his courageous heart.

Can't wait any longer, if you wait any longer, the people inside will die.

So, Fang Lang slapped the iron door vigorously, "Open the door! What happened inside? I have already called the police, you'd better open the door quickly, otherwise, the police will come, you..."

The following words were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. After the door opened, a familiar face came into view.

"Yang Zhuoying, how could it be you?" Seeing that the person standing behind the door was her, Fang Lang was astonished.

Seeing him, Yang Zhuoying was also a little surprised, and then remembered something, and made a way to let him in.

"Let's talk first."

Fang Lang walked into the rooftop, looked around, and finally stopped at the woman lying on the ground in front of him.

He walked up to the woman, took a closer look, and found that the person was Yang Haining, and saw her eyes closed, lying there motionless, remembering the conversation he heard outside, his first reaction was, She died, killed by Yang Zhuoying.

"The security will come up later, you don't have to say anything, everything will be left to me."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuoying blinked, as if she didn't understand what he meant.

Seeing that she didn't understand, Fang Lang had no choice but to speak more bluntly, "I will tell them that she wanted to kill you with a scalpel, and you were just defending yourself. Her death has nothing to do with you."

"Cough" At this moment, Yang Haining, who thought he was dead, covered his throat with one hand and sat up.

Thinking it was a fake corpse, Fang Lang took a step back in fright, staring at Yang Haining dumbfounded, "Her!"

"She's not dead." Yang Zhuoying explained with a smile.

not dead?Fang Lang was stunned for a moment, and realized that he had made an oolong. He was extremely embarrassed, and suddenly, his eyes froze, and he pointed to the bloody wound on Yang Zhuoying's neck.

"You hurt, who hurt you!"

Yang Zhuoying reflexively reached out and touched the wound. Just now, Yang Haining wanted to cut her throat with a knife.

Although Yang Zhuoying was agile and avoided the vital point at the first time, she was still cut by the knife. She didn't pay attention to the critical situation just now, but now that Fang Lang mentioned it, she realized that she was injured.

"Did she hurt you?" There were only two people here just now, and Yang Haining was the only one who could hurt Yang Zhuoying.

Just as Yang Zhuoying was about to say something, two security guards rushed over.

"Doctor Fang, where is the murderer?"

Facing the suspicious gaze of the security guard, Fang Lang pretended to cough, and looked at Yang Zhuoying uncomfortably. Naturally, he couldn't say it was her, but he didn't know how to explain it for a while.

"It was all a misunderstanding. Just now, she wanted to commit suicide by jumping off the building. I caught her just in time. Doctor Fang heard her cry for help. He thought there was a murder, so he called you for help. It's all right now."

How clever Yang Zhuoying was, combining what Fang Lang had just yelled outside with the security guards, she quickly figured out what was going on, so she opened her mouth to help him out.

Yang Haining raised his head, glared at Yang Zhuoying viciously, opened his mouth to say something to the security guard, but found himself unable to speak, as if his throat was blocked by something.

Seeing the security guards being sent away by Yang Zhuoying like this, she struggled to get up to stop them, a slight movement, a sharp pain spread from her calf, the pain made her burst into tears.

"Is there something wrong with this lady, should we take her back to her room?" One of the security guards asked enthusiastically when he noticed Yang Haining was wearing a patient suit with a painful expression on his face.

Fang Lang didn't answer immediately, but looked at Yang Zhuoying. She smiled and said, "Just now, when she committed suicide, she accidentally broke her leg. She probably can't walk anymore. Please take her back to her room."

"No trouble."

After the two security guards carried Yang Haining away, Fang Lang also urged Yang Zhuoying to go downstairs to bandage the wound.

Yang Zhuoying also felt the wound hurt at this time, so she followed Fang Lang to bandage the wound.

As soon as the wound was bandaged, Yang Zhuoying's cell phone rang. Seeing the words He Junlin on the caller ID, she reached out and patted her forehead.

Could it be that she always felt that she had forgotten something, and it turned out to be this eunuch.

Before, when she was supported by that crazy woman Yang Haining, He Junlin happened to call, and Yang Haining played him on the phone, telling him to come over within 10 minutes.