She hid her pregnancy and faked her death, and the CEO turned gray overnight

'Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off'

Shut down!

Shut down!

The tender heart suddenly fell into the abyss.

She couldn't believe it and dialed again, but the result was still the formulaic female voice saying 'The number you dialed has been turned off'.

With a shake of his hand, the phone in his palm slipped from his fingers and fell hard to the floor.

She staggered back two steps and fell directly onto the chair next to the bed.

Feelings of helplessness, panic, fear, and anxiety surged up.

The mood swings were so great that they involved the injury on her chest, causing her internal organs to twist together in pain.

When Wen's mother saw this, she couldn't help but yell, "Why don't you die? If you died, there wouldn't be so many innocent lives lost."

Wenqing huddled in the chair in pain, despairing of all thoughts.

Yeah, why doesn't she die?

If she died, she would not harm others.

Qin Yan saw her chest rising and falling violently, and his eyes suddenly sank. After he shook off the old woman in his hand, he strode forward and hugged her.

"Wenqing, please wake up, it's not time to give up yet."

Her warm body trembled violently, and she struggled to break free from the cage of despair.

"Yes, he's not dead yet. We can't give up. We can't give up."

As she said that, she suddenly bent over and picked up the phone with a broken screen on the ground. She opened the address book with trembling fingers, found Xu Yang's number and dialed it.

The call was successfully connected quickly, and Xu Yang asked respectfully from the phone, "Madam, what do you want from me?"

Wenqing clutched Qin Yan's shirt tightly, her lips trembled and trembled, "I, my father is seriously ill and has to be sent to the hospital quickly.

They said they need Zhou Gu's consent before they can release him, but I can't contact him. Could you please help me deal with it? "

There was a crackling sound from the microphone. Xu Yang should have knocked over the tea cup, and then his voice followed closely:

"Mr. Zhou went abroad. The special plane took off late last night. It shouldn't have landed yet. I'll call the person in charge of the prison first. Please wait for my news."

"...Okay, please."

Qin Yan was not idle either. He put his arm around her shoulder with one hand and was making a call on his mobile phone with the other hand.

But his influence in Haicheng was far less than that of Zhou Gu. He asked a few acquaintances for help, but they just asked him to wait for news.

After all, with Zhou Gu's order in front of him, the local dignitaries in Haicheng didn't want to wade into this muddy water.

Time passed little by little in anxious waiting.

The hope that had just been ignited in the tender heart slowly cooled down.

She had seen Father Wen's appearance when he was ill. He was so dangerous that he almost ended up on the operating table several times.

Now he is still lying in a prison with poor medical equipment. If he delays for one more minute, his condition will worsen.

There is always no luck in fighting death.

'drop'

Xu Yang's call came in, and she quickly answered the call.

"How's it going?"

"Those people down there can't make the decision. I have to go find the person in charge of the police station. Please wait another 10 minutes."

"..."

A bad premonition arose in my warm heart.

She was vaguely aware that the shadow of death was approaching her little by little.

After a moment, her feelings were confirmed.

The police officer called again, this time not to urge them to send the person to the hospital for rescue, but... to report a funeral.

"Mrs. Wen, I'm sorry, Mr. Wen has passed away. The prison doctor declared him clinically dead. Please express your condolences."

"Ah..." Mother Wen screamed uncontrollably.

At this age, she may not have much affection for her husband.

But after all, they have been husband and wife for decades, and now when they hear the death of the person next to them, their emotions will break down.

Wenqing closed her eyes suddenly, and her body trembled slightly with great sadness.

Even though she tried her best, she still couldn't keep her adoptive father alive.

She knew that along the way, fate had given her nothing but sorrow, so how could he be so merciful and let her have a moment of peace?

His eyes swept over the face of the girl on the bed, and she smiled sadly.

Xiaoxue, you want me to live well and live with your share.

But I am full of sins, and there is nothing left in my world except hatred. What qualifications do I have to live in this world in your place?

I'm sorry, sister may have to live up to your expectations.

After standing up on the edge of the bed, she staggered outside.

Qin Yan wanted to help her, but she raised her hand and waved it away.

As soon as she walked in front of Wen's mother, the other party suddenly raised his hand and threw it hard on her face.

This time she didn't dodge. After being slapped hard, she raised her head and looked at her with difficulty.

"Let's go to the prison to collect father's body."

Mother Wen was so aroused by the word 'collect corpses' that she spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on her face, then raised her cell phone and hit her forehead.

"Damn you."