After hiding her pregnant belly and getting divorced, the daughter of the richest man stopped preten

He Sheng's breath choked, and his face instantly turned the color of liver due to lack of oxygen.

"CEO...it's me...calm down..."

He tried to pry Wen Muchi's hand open with one hand, and groped quickly in his pocket with the other hand.

Wen Muchi's eyes flickered, and he seemed to regain clarity for a moment.

His hands loosened slightly...

He Sheng was delighted and took the opportunity to take out the medicine bottle from his pocket.

But before he could open the bottle of medicine, Wen Muchi's eyes suddenly darkened and he suddenly tightened his hand around his neck again.

His expression became increasingly cold and sinister, like that of a murderous demon.

It was as if he didn't recognize the person in front of him at all. The look in his eyes as he looked at He Sheng was filled with nothing but emptiness and murderous intent!

He Sheng felt his throat tighten and he almost fainted.

The medicine bottle in his hand also fell to the ground with a clang.

He Sheng thought to himself that this was not good.

But he had no time to care about the medicine bottle now.

He could hardly control his expression, and the root of his tongue was uncontrollably stiffened forward due to the squeezing in his throat.

He could even clearly feel his eyeballs bulging out of their sockets...

He knew that what happened tonight had stimulated Wen Muchi and caused him to have another attack.

However, this time his illness was obviously different from before.

Although Wen Muchi had lost control before, this was the first time he failed to recognize anyone and attacked indiscriminately like today.

In the past, even when Wen Muchi was most out of control, he would still have a trace of rationality to restrain and control himself and not let himself do anything violent.

He Sheng was always able to control him at this time and take the opportunity to give him the medicine.

But today, Wen Muchi has completely lost control...

Even the only rational person is gone...

"President...President...wake up..."

He struggled, trying to break free from Wen Muchi's control, while trying to awaken Wen Muchi's sanity.

But, obviously, nothing worked.

Wen Muchi's expression was cold and his eyes were dark, as if he had no emotions at all, only endless murderous intent.

Could it be that I have to explain myself here today?

He Sheng thought to himself.

It's too unfair to die like this...

Does this count as a work-related death?

At this time, he was actually in the mood to laugh at himself...

Large patches of black spots began to appear in front of his eyes, and then turned white in an instant...

The brain also starts to slow down.

My body gradually lost its strength and I could no longer resist or struggle...

He Sheng knew that he was already experiencing a near-death reaction...

At this time, the only remaining thought in his mind was that he regretted not being able to propose to Zhong Hui...

I failed to register this woman in my household registration book...

I'm so unhappy...

"Well!"

Just when He Sheng was about to give up his dying struggle, he suddenly felt the grip on his throat loosen, and Wen Muchi, who was originally full of anger, slowly fell down in front of him...

He Sheng took a deep breath, and a large amount of air instantly rushed into his nostrils and entire trachea!

The choking made him cough violently.

After finally regaining his composure, he immediately looked up and saw Wen Shiqi, who was supposed to be still unconscious, appear at the door at some point...

She looked at him with complicated eyes and asked:

"Are you OK?"

"I... cough cough... I'm fine..."

He Shengdao.

He glanced at Wen Muchi who was lying on the ground and added:

"Thank you."

Obviously, it was Wen Shiqi who acted in time and knocked Wen Muchi unconscious.

If it weren't for her, he would probably be dead by now...

Wen Shiqi shook his head, indicating that there was no need to thank him.

only……

"He...what happened just now?"

she asked hesitantly.

Just now, she suddenly woke up from her coma.

When I woke up, I heard a faint whimpering sound at the door, which sounded very strange.

She was confused, and suddenly remembered the inhuman whimpering sound of Liu Sihan that she heard in the basement.

I felt my heart tighten.

She pulled out the needle from her hand and quietly walked to the door...

Unexpectedly, he saw Wen Muchi actually pinching He Sheng's neck with one hand.

And He Sheng... looks like he's almost dying...

Her hands were faster than her brain, and she raised her hand and chopped Wen Muchi's neck with a knife.

Wen Muchi fell straight down...

It was only now that Wen Shiqi slowly came to his senses and realized that something was wrong...

He Sheng has always been Wen Muchi's right-hand man, and Wen Muchi also values ​​him very much.

Why would Wen Muchi suddenly want to kill He Sheng out of the blue?

This is not the ancient society where the king is supreme. If subordinates do not perform their duties well, the master can easily beat or kill them.

"Let's... go inside and talk..."

He Sheng stood up and helped the unconscious Wen Muchi up from the ground.

Now that Wen Shiqi has seen it, there is obviously no way to hide it anymore. In this case, I might as well have a good talk with Wen Shiqi.

Wen Shiqi nodded slightly, turned around and was about to enter the house, but caught a glimpse of the medicine bottle dropped on the ground by He Sheng.

She bent down and picked up the bottle.

Looking at the name above, his eyes flickered slightly.

Seeing this, He Sheng didn't say anything.

He just helped Wen Muchi into the house.

He helped Wen Muchi lie down on the bed, and then he remembered that Wen Shiqi was still sick.

He glanced at the IV bag hanging next to the bed and asked:

"Do you want to ask Doctor Wang to come over and take a look?"

"Need not."

Wen Shiqi put the medicine bottle in his hand on the table and said calmly.

Then, He Sheng watched Wen Shiqi pick up the spare needle next to him with an expressionless face, change it, and then directly inject himself.

Throughout the whole process, her movements were skillful and natural, and she didn't even blink.

He Sheng: "..."

He Sheng was stunned.

"you……"

Wen Shiqi smiled nonchalantly: "I'm used to getting injections."

Just a few simple words, but they are enough to show how much Wen Shiqi has gone through in the past three years in order to survive.

He Sheng smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

After all, he knew what happened back then.

I know that Wen Shiqi became like this because of Madam Wen...

Wen Shiqi, the person involved, acted as if he didn't care. After fixing the needle and applying tape, he slowly asked:

"Tell me, what's going on with Wen Muchi?"

He Sheng's expression became serious and he asked:

"Do you remember what I told you about the president's illness?"

Wen Shiqi paused and said, "Remember."

I already had a vague guess in my mind.

He Sheng continued:

“Actually… the president has not recovered.

"Three years ago, you suddenly fell off a cliff, and at that time..."

He Sheng recounted how Wen Muchi went crazy looking for Wen Shiqi after he fell off the cliff, how he fainted and was carried down the mountain to the hospital for emergency treatment... and how he lost control of his emotions after waking up, locked himself in his house and drank day and night, which almost caused his stomach to perforate and he was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment again...