Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

"Hey, can you do it!" Song Chang was startled, she quickly grabbed a garbage bag and stuffed it for her, "Don't spit in my car, I have to drive out tomorrow morning."

Xu Qingcheng really wanted to scold her.

What friends, she felt so uncomfortable that she only cared about getting the car dirty.

After Song Chang said it, he hurriedly found a place to park.

She retched, nothing came out, and she was dizzy.

Song Chang opened the car door to make her get out of the car and vomit, Xu Qingcheng shook her head, she had no strength and didn't want to move, "It's fine now, motion sickness, drive slowly."

"You really don't want to vomit?"

"Ah."

Seeing that she was dead but not buried, Song Chang didn't bother her and gave her a bottle of mineral water.

Xu Qingcheng took it and screwed it on the cap of the mineral water. His fingers began to tremble, so that his whole arm trembled, and the water in his hand fell with a snap.

Song Chang picked it up, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Xu Qingcheng's mouth to let her drink water. After only two sips, she stopped drinking.

Song Chang collected the mineral water, and she returned to the driver's seat, "Let's go home first, and tell me slowly when we get home. Qingcheng, you can't do this, you can't keep everything in your heart, you will be ruined."

"I'm not holding back." Xu Qingcheng closed her eyes, "There are still a lot of things to do."

"Have you quarreled with Fu Jingting? He won't answer his calls?"

"No." Xu Qingcheng closed her eyes, she thought desolately, quarreling, what a luxury.

Song Chang glanced at her, thinking that she had a headache because of the prosperity, "Don't think too much, you have overcome so many hurdles, and this time you can do it. Fu Jingting will definitely not sit idly by."

"If it's what he wants, should I offer it with both hands." Xu Qingcheng murmured, tears rushed into her eyes, but she suffocated fiercely.

The thing she guarded so desperately, regardless of everything, tore off her self-esteem, smashed her bones, and was ridiculed and ridiculed. He helped her so much, supported her spine that was about to bend, and her heart was full of warmth.

The heart is full of warmth.

When she called her husband, she really gave him her heart.

He doesn't want her heart, he just wants Shengshi to be a stepping stone on his road to strategy and a wedding dress for his beloved girl.

It was because her love was too cheap to catch his eyes.

"What?" Song Chang was driving, her voice was too low to hear clearly, but when she asked again, Xu Qingcheng didn't say anything.

Xu Qingcheng started to have a fever and vomit in the middle of the night. Song Chang was afraid that something might go wrong, so he called Fu Jingting anyway.

Fu Jingting rushed over, and there was a family doctor with him.

Xu Qingcheng was lying on the side of the bed vomiting, until the end was bloodshot.

Her face was red and hot.

The man came in and hugged her. She raised her eyelids to look at him, and suddenly she smiled, smiling, with tears in her eyes again.

"Qingcheng?!" Fu Jingting called her, but she didn't answer, as if she was in a coma.

Fu Jingting hugged her in his arms distressedly, and put his palm against her hot side face.

The doctor saw her and gave her an infusion.

"Reduce the fever first, she has a severe fever," the doctor ordered, "Wait until she is stable, and then physically cool her down."

"Why did she vomit blood?" Fu Jingting was worried, her appearance was so weak that it made people's hearts entangled.

The doctor checked her, opened her mouth and looked inside, "It shouldn't matter, it seems that she vomited too much and hurt her throat. After she wakes up, ask about the situation in detail. First finish the infusion of the bottle, and if the high fever persists If you don’t return it, you’d better go to the hospital for an examination.”

Xu Qingcheng was in a coma. She vaguely saw Fu Jingting's face, and seemed to hear his voice, and laughed at herself. How could she still miss him.

Her heart hurts, her bones hurt, her whole body hurts, can he know? !

He can, how can someone as smart as him not be able to.

But he knows too well, knows Sheng Shi and Xu Qingcheng too well, knows when to make a move, so that he can hit it with one blow, so that she doesn't even have a chance to hold on.

Tears trickled down the corners of his eyes.

Qingyao, if my sister really can't hold on anymore, don't blame me.

Fu Jingting looked down at her, his dark eyes were full of distress, he gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingers, and rubbed his palm against her cheek.

The man's handsome facial features were as dark as ink, and the bottom of the deep pool was filled with impenetrable emotions. Many thoughts were intertwined, and his eyes were filled with bitterness.

He gave her water to drink, but she didn't drink it, the high fever made her lips chapped.

Fu Jingting simply drank water by himself, and then fed it to her, moistening her lips and throat little by little.

I don't know if I can get into her heart again.

After sending the doctor away, Song Chang stood at the door and looked over. She dragged a stool and sat down.

Fu Jingting didn't need her to help, and took care of her meticulously.

Song Chang laughed sarcastically, "Young Master Fu, why did you come here to be hypocritical at this time? It's really strange that a broken cake like Shengshi can get into your eyes."

Fu Jingting frowned, looked up at Song Chang, "What do you mean?"

"What else can it mean? On the surface." Song Chang's voice was cold, and he threw the phone directly to Fu Jingting.

The media group was discussing, and the editor who wrote the manuscript got up in the middle of the night to catch up on the manuscript.

The higher-ups asked to adjust the layout, and we will see it on the news tomorrow morning.

While the anti-crime campaign is going on, there is now an accident involving forced demolition and construction that resulted in casualties.

The people above must show their attitude, control public opinion, and occupy the high ground of public opinion.

Then I'm sorry, I can only pinch the softest persimmon, and I can only use the one with the least interest, and it's a ruthless one.

The project at Shengshi South Gate was urgently called to a halt. The project site had already been sealed up overnight, and the surrounding area was cordoned off.

Song Chang's information is limited, but such a fast speed is not normal. The task suppressed from the upper echelon and the sensitivity of the media people make Song Chang easily aware that there are people who want to make a prosperous world behind their backs, or they want to kill them .

Otherwise, there would be a lot of people dying on the project site. Five or six people died in the early years, and the petitioners went up to the next level, and they were finally suppressed. Now, the news of this person's death has just come out. Such an overwhelming suppression was clearly premeditated.

And it is relentless suppression.

"No wonder Qingcheng suffers so much. The prosperous age is her fate." Song Chang clicked his tongue, his eyes turned red, "The prosperous age is her obsession, and it is the last compensation she can leave to Qingyao."

She knows best what Xu Qingcheng has experienced. Qingyao had just entered, Xu Shengchang had a stroke, suppliers rushed to collect debts, and legal proceedings followed one after another. Kneel down, take it easy, and give her some time.

She sold all the salable fixed assets of the Xu family and put them into the prosperity. Song Chang said she was crazy, and in the end the prosperity collapsed, and she had nothing.

At that time, Qingcheng said to her, "Chang Chang, Qingyao has a criminal record, and life will be difficult in the future. I can't let him be spurned and despised. I want my brother to hold his head high and live the rest of his life. He is right. He didn't hit anyone to death, and he didn't maliciously hit people to death in order to cover up the accident. He shouldn't have to bear this. Even if I try my best, I want to save the prosperity. It belongs to Qingyao, it's Qingyao's hope, and even more so. hope."

"If a person loses hope, all that's left is despair. I really don't know who drove her like this. Is it for you or for her?" Song Chang's brows turned red, "You don't know what I'm doing When Metropark Hotel picked her up..."

"Where?" Fu Jingting said suddenly, his voice was hoarse and oppressive, "Where did you say you went to pick her up?"