Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

Chapter 459 Be Careful Aunt

Lin Zhiyi didn't want to say anything to Sang Ran.

Sang Ran smiled bitterly: "How can I do anything to you like this?"

Lin Zhiyi looked at Gong Chen, then slowly walked to Sang Ran.

"You say it."

"I'm sorry, Zhiyi. I wasn't forcing him to express his opinion. I just wanted him to look at me again."

Sang Ran's voice was very low and she didn't have much strength.

But judging from her pale and trembling lips, she was already trying very hard.

Lin Zhiyi resented her in her heart.

But when I heard this apology, my nose felt sore.

Sang Ran: "Just now when I was watching the old man arguing, I suddenly understood that sentence. He doesn't love me, and he won't love my child either."

"I am a chess piece, my children are also chess pieces, I am really stupid."

"Zhiyi, I know you won't forgive me, and I also know it's too late for me to repent."

"Cough cough..."

Sang Ran reached out and grabbed Sang Li's hand, her eyes red: "Brother, I miss Dad, I want to go home."

Sang Li said in a hoarse voice: "Dad is downstairs and will be here soon. He brought you your favorite food."

"Brother, why hasn't Dad come yet?"

Sang Ran repeated it again, as if she didn't hear it.

Sang Li was completely speechless.

Sang Ran touched Lin Zhiyi's wrist and suddenly opened her eyes wide.

"Zhiyi, I did something wrong. I'm sorry to Xingxing and Third Master... Be careful... Auntie."

Sang Ran almost held the last word in her throat.

Lin Zhiyi only heard the word "be careful", but her sixth sense made her look towards the door of the ward.

Wen Qing stood there calmly, without showing any sadness at all.

The next second, Sang Ran's hand slipped from Lin Zhiyi's wrist.

Everything happened in just a few seconds.

Lin Zhiyi didn't even react.

"Xiao Ran! Xiao Ran!"

Wen Qing suddenly rushed over and pushed Lin Zhiyi away.

She said angrily: "What did Xiao Ran say to you? Why did she die right after she said it?"

Lin Zhiyi paused, and when he came back to his senses, he noticed the guilt in Wen Qing's eyes.

Wen Qing seemed to care a lot about what Sang Ran said.

"Speak!" Wen Qing pressed.

Lin Zhiyi asked back: "The dead are the greatest, why isn't Mr. Wen sad at all? I remember you said you treat Xiaoran as your own daughter? Is this how you treat your daughter?"

Wen Qing froze and immediately wiped away her tears.

But he was soon pushed aside by Sang's father and the Sang family who came rushing over.

Mr. Sang's temples were already gray, and his eyes turned red when he saw his daughter's appearance.

"Xiao Ran, Dad is here, wake up."

"Xiao Ran, didn't you say you wanted some cakes? Dad brought them for you."

Sang's father held Sang Ran in his arms, filled with grief.

Lin Zhiyi stepped back and pressed her back into the warm embrace.

She raised her eyes to look at the man behind her, and her throat seemed to be blocked.

Gong Chen held her shoulders and whispered, "Give them some space."

"Ah."

Lin Zhiyi followed Gong Chen out of the ward.

Looking at the extended corridor, her heart gradually calmed down.

Just as she was about to speak, Wen Qing also walked out of the ward.

After looking at each other, Wen Qing immediately wiped away her tears, ignored Lin Zhiyi with a little arrogance, and looked at Gong Chen.

"Third Master, I'm afraid that the scene will make me sad, so I'll go back first."

After saying this, she walked away in her high heels.

Lin Zhiyi listened to the sound of her high heels and frowned, "How can she be sad because of the scene?"

Gong Chen heard something strange.

"What did Sang Ran say to you?"

"I'm not sure, it sounds like be careful aunt."

Lin Zhiyi recalled.

Gong Chen's eyes sank slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, Sang Li walked out of the ward.

Seeing that he was staggering, Lin Zhiyi immediately stepped forward to support him and asked worriedly, "Boss Sang, are you okay?"

Before she could hold on firmly, a hand pulled her over, and it turned out that Gong Chen was supporting Sang Li.

Sang Li took a look and didn't ask any more questions.

"The woman is gone."

That woman?

Lin Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, then she remembered that the black-haired woman who said she was pregnant with twins had disappeared at some point.

"I know. He took her away." Gong Chen said casually.

Lin Zhiyi glanced at the ward and suddenly discovered that Mr. Gong had also disappeared with the black-haired woman.

Sang Li smiled bitterly: "I'm really worried. It looks like your leisure time is over."

"I'll take care of the rest. You can arrange your family affairs first."

Although Gong Chen was a little jealous, he was not an unreasonable person.

Sang Li can't do anything in his current state.

"Yeah." He looked at Lin Zhiyi again, "Zhiyi, Xiaoran is really sorry for what she did to Xingxing."

Lin Zhiyi raised the corner of his mouth helplessly but did not say forgiveness.

"You guys go back first."

Sang Li did not force her to forgive him and turned and went into the ward.

Seeing that more and more people from the Sang family were arriving, Gong Chen took Lin Zhiyi's hand and walked towards the stairs.

Before leaving, Lin Zhiyi took another look at the ward.

Sang Ran, look, so many people are rushing to accompany you.

……

Lin Zhiyi had just walked into the stairwell, and before the sensor light above her head came on, her body was hugged tightly.

The man in front of her seemed to want to rub her into his body.

She was a little out of breath and pushed him.

Gong Chen's eyes dimmed a little, leading into the darkness of the stairwell.

His lips were pressed against Lin Zhiyi's ear, and his deep voice could only be heard by the two of them.

"Zhiyi, does it hurt?"

"What?" Lin Zhiyi was stunned.

The man's hot, rapid breath sprayed on her neck, and in the darkness, her heart couldn't help but beat faster.

"In the dream, you died too."

His hands supported her head as she looked into his eyes.

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips, wanting to tell him that it hurt.

The pain of being burned to death is not in the fire, but in the smoke.

Although I was breathing, it felt like countless sharp knife cuts were scratching my nose and mouth, and my eyes hurt so much that they seemed to bleed.

Then he struggled and suffocated to death.

Finally, the body was slowly burned by the fire and curled up.

When she recalled it, she felt as if she was in a fire and couldn't breathe.

The next second, the man hugged her tighter.

"Zhiyi, are you still alive?"

"What else? Do you want me to prove it?"

"Yeah." Gong Chen responded in a low voice.

"How...hiss...how did you bite me?"

Lin Zhiyi’s neck tightened.

"See if you are real."

His bite was not heavy, and it slowly turned into a kiss.

All the way up, finally blocking her lips.

Lin Zhiyi widened her eyes and looked at the handsome face in front of her, and found that his eyes revealed his nervousness towards her.

She clenched her raised hand slightly, but for some unknown reason she did not resist and instead put it down.

Seeing her soft heart, the man narrowed his dangerous black eyes.

Lin Zhiyi frowned, feeling like she had been cheated.

……

PARKING LOT.

Chen Jin is waiting for Gong Chen and Lin Zhiyi.

I leaned against the car, took out a cigarette, and when I was about to light it, I realized I didn't bring my lighter.

When I was about to put down the cigarette, I heard a familiar voice.

"I'll help you order."

Before Chen Jin could react, someone grabbed him by the collar.

Usually at this time, what he holds in his hand is not a cigarette, but a dagger.

But looking at the person coming, he frowned unhappily.

Zhou Zhao came over with a lit cigarette in his mouth and lit it for Chen Jin, teasing him playfully.

Chen Jin didn't react. He lit a cigarette and straightened his collar.

"ill."

"You are such a boring person." Zhou Zhao dusted off his cigarette ash and said calmly, "The young lady's funeral is planned to be held in Haicheng. She probably won't come to Beijing this year. Don't say I don't miss you friends. I have prepared the New Year's gifts."

Zhou Zhao took out three bottles of perfume from his pocket with names written on them.

Chen Jin, Li Huan, Liao Yi.

"I specially mixed it for you, want to smell it?"

"I don't use perfume."

But Chen Jin was still polite and sprayed it into the air.

As soon as he smelled it, he knew he shouldn't trust Zhou Zhao.

Hot pot scent.

Li Huan’s, smells like 84 disinfectant.

Liao Yi's...

"no taste."

"This woman is such a big eater. She urged you to have dinner with me. How much of my salary has she eaten? Giving her a bottle of boiled water is good enough."

Zhou Zhao clicked his tongue twice and patted Chen Jin on the shoulder, "Let's go, you...you guys don't miss me too much."

Looking at the leaving figure, Chen Jin sprayed Liao Yi's perfume again.

This time it's a real perfume, with a very light fruity scent, very suitable for Liao Yi, a foodie.

Zhou Zhao is like this, he loves to play.