After rebirth, she shocked the world with her favorite husband

Seeing this, Fu Mingbo rushed over, bent his knees, and knelt down in front of the sofa, blaming himself with tears:
"Dad, it's useless to be the son. I thought that there was a sliver of hope so that I didn't stop Rong Yuan's decision. I thought you could live a little longer and let your son fulfill his filial piety, but I didn't expect that now... now it has become Your reminder..."

Bai Huixian wiped her tears from the side while looking at Fu Rongyuan worriedly. This result was not good for Fu Rongyuan.

Bai Lanxin stared at Luo Wanxing's action of taking away the silver needle with hatred in her eyes. She was very upset. If it wasn't for her volunteering, the old man might have survived until the lawyer came and made a will. It was Brother Rong Yuan's fault, the second wife of the Fu family would definitely hold on to this point and attack Brother Rong Yuan, it was all Luo Wanxing's fault.

Luo Wanxing put away the last silver needle, and then glanced at them leisurely.

Shi Shiran, Jing Yucheng, walked in and said with a sneer:
"Isn't the old man's chest moving? Could it be that your wish has been fulfilled, and the fraudulent corpse will come to make you show your filial piety?"

Fu Mingbo and the second wife raised their heads sharply. Fu Mingbo was the closest, and he was kneeling directly in front of the old man, so he could see it most clearly.

Jing Yucheng was right, the old man's chest was indeed heaving, and the old man is still breathing?
Fu Mingbo suspiciously stretched out his hand to check the old man's breath, this... the breath is warm, no different from normal people.

Luo Wanxing really cured the old man?
Just as he was thinking, suddenly he saw the old man who was lying on his back suddenly opened his eyes. Those cloudy eyes suddenly opened, and Fu Mingbo withdrew his hand in fright, as if he was afraid of being bitten in the next second. .

Fu Yuanpu said quietly:
"I'm... not dead yet, so I'm crying... what?"

The second lady forgot to cry when Jing Yucheng said that the old man was still moving, but now seeing that the old man can still talk, she burst into tears.

How is he not dead?

Fu Mingbo hastily covered his wife's mouth, and explained: "She was crying with joy, has father passed the difficult time?"

Luo Wanxing wrapped the silver needle and tied the rope, and then explained:
"Part of the toxicity was expelled, but the old man's body has suffered a lot, and there is still some residual poison left, so he has to slowly recuperate and detoxify."

Fu Rongyuan stepped forward to put on the old man's clothes, then carefully helped the old man sit up:

"Grandpa, it was Miss Luo who gave you the needle and saved your life."

Bai Lanxin was very annoyed, why did Brother Rong Yuan mention this matter at this juncture? Could it be that he wanted the old man to feel guilty for forcing him to divorce Luo Wanxing?

Fu Yuanpu looked complicated:
"Miss Luo just ask for whatever reward you want, and this old man can satisfy you."

Now Bai Lanxin was even more upset, what if Luo Wanxing said that she wanted to remarry Brother Rong Yuan?Does he agree too?
Luo Wanxing smiled faintly:
"No, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. When I applied the acupuncture, I only thought about whether I could cure you, and didn't think about anything else."

Fu Yuanpu's eyes dimmed a lot, and his head was still a little dizzy, but he still had important things to deal with, so he had to cheer up:

"Before I was in a coma, I vaguely heard Miss Luo say that I was poisoned? Does Miss Luo know how I was poisoned?"

Luo Wanxing thought for a while:

"Has the old man's room been changed recently?"

The old man shook his head, and the butler added:
"You said that there was a problem with the feng shui design of the house. The old man thought that the Fu family is now in full swing, so he gave up on the renovation, for fear of disturbing the feng shui fortune of the old house. The old man's bedroom has never been changed, and he has lived in it for decades. gone."

Luo Wanxing nodded, and thought for a while:

"Is there anything new in the old man's room recently? For example, flowers and plants bonsai, jade ornaments."

The housekeeper quickly thought of:
"Yes, yes, the second master said that the old man had just been discharged from the hospital, and the Fu's house was lifeless. He specially sent several pots of flowers every day, saying that he wanted to add some bright colors and vitality to the old man's bedroom."

"Is there any evening primrose?"

The butler nodded immediately: "Yes."

Everyone turned their heads to look at Fu Mingbo.

"Second Uncle, do you have anything to explain?"

Fu Mingbo stood up and said calmly:
"Is it wrong for me to send flowers to the old man to watch? Have you ever seen evening primrose? It is impossible that the old man's poisoning has something to do with the evening primrose that I gave, and besides, I didn't just send evening primrose."

Luo Wanxing said:

"Tube primrose emits a lot of exhaust gas at night, so it is never suitable to be placed in bedrooms and rooms, but only for outdoor viewing."

Fu Mingbo's face became tense. Unless a professional gardener knows about this kind of thing through research, how can ordinary people know that flowers are poisonous? Luo Wanxing's knowledge reserves are beyond his imagination:

"I...how did I know that Ye Lixiang can't be placed in the room? The gardener didn't tell me. I almost became the murderer who killed my father because of my good intentions. Father, you kill me, I I don’t have the face to stay in this world anymore.”

Fu Mingbo didn't speak. He remembered that time when Luo Wanxing said that the many trees planted in Fu's house were not good for pregnant women. Now, it's flowers again...

Fu Mingbo cried for a while and complained that he didn't get comfort from his father, feeling anxious:
"I'm going to find the florist and ask him to give me an explanation."

Fu Mingbo was stopped by Luo Wanxing's hand:

"Wait, I didn't say that it was the evening primrose that caused Mr. Fu to be poisoned and vomit blood. Evening primrose is poisonous, but it won't affect the human body so quickly and so strongly. There should be other reasons."

Fu Mingbo breathed a sigh of relief:

"Didn't you say it earlier? Everyone thought I was going to kill my father. I seriously suspect that you deliberately confuse people like this."

Luo Wanxing raised her eyes and glanced at him, then looked at the butler again:

"I remember just now that you said that Master Fu would send someone to send flowers every day. Since it is a bonsai, the tuberose is not delicate, so there should be no need to change it every day."

The butler thought for a while:
"It's true that as long as the gardener takes good care of the bonsai in other places in the house, the more they bloom, the better they will look. But the bonsai sent by the second master only needs one day, and the flowers will wither and the leaves will turn yellow, so they have to be replaced. .”

The butler's answer gave Fu Rongyuan some guesses: "Go and get all the bonsai from Grandpa's room."

The butler didn't dare to be negligent, so he hurriedly went, and within a short while brought out several pots of evening primrose:
"Second young master, the pots here were delivered today, and the pots here have not had time to be thrown away."

Luo Wanxing looked at it, and there was a very obvious difference between the flowers on the two sides. One side was blooming just right, while the other side was already withered. For a week or so, how could there be such a big difference in a good bonsai in one day and one night.

Fu Rongyuan put on gloves cautiously, pulled out the flower branches in the bonsai, and then found a small pickaxe for gardening and began to turn over the flower mud in the bonsai.

Bai Huixian and Bai Lanxin also stretched their heads to look, hoping to find something.

It's all flower mud, and there are no other foreign objects.

Fu Mingbo asked from the side: "Rong Yuan, did you find anything?"

The second lady was very upset: "Flower mud is flower mud, can it be poison? Do you want someone to try it?"