Brother 99, I have a favor to ask of you

  Although the Lu family is very low-key, Wang Feng and others were strictly ordered not to publicize this matter. However, as the foster father who raised Manman, Wen Shixuan and the Wen family will definitely be unable to avoid it.

  The matter of Manman being claimed by the Lu family was immediately reported to her husband Wen Shirong by Zhang Qiuyan that night.

  Wen Shi Rong was shocked: he didn't expect that the honest and reliable eldest brother actually raised a phoenix at home, rather than just a hen that lays golden eggs.

  It means that if Manman only married into the Jiang family and became Mrs. Big Shot just because of her marriage, she would be nothing more than a hen that lays golden eggs. And even if she couldn't lay eggs, this hen would still have to be heavily discounted.

  However, if she became the precious daughter of the Lu family, it would mean something entirely different. Even if the Jiang family and young master Jiang didn't want her at first, Yan Yan was still a phoenix, and no one dared to underestimate her.

  However, this view is not recognized by all members of the Wen family.

  Here is the translation:

  Just then, Wen Feng's sister, who was preparing to take her whole family to Beijing with Wen Shi Xuan, said: "Mei Mei, even if you return to the Lu family, don't think you can escape the five fingers of the Wen family."

  In this regard, Wen Shaohuan's sister, Wen Fengmei, who is preparing to go to Beijing with Grandma Wen to inherit the property, shares the same view as her sister: She eats at the Wen family's house, uses the Wen family's things, and thinks she can just leave whenever she wants? Don't think that a few stinky cents can get rid of us? Impossible!

  When Wen's two sisters arrived in Beijing, they were received by Zhang Qiuyan.

  There's no way, as Wen Shixuan collapsed after the old man's deeds were exposed and locked himself up, refusing to see anyone.

  Lin Wencai and Lin Jiajing, who were guarding Wen Shixuan, were afraid that Wen Shixuan would commit suicide if he became desperate. After thinking about it, they realized that the only one who could save Wen Shixuan from his painful abyss was Manman. So, risking confrontation with the Lu family, they called Manman.

  Mengmeng, who was having dinner with Mrs. Lu and the rest of the Lu family at the resort hotel, stared blankly at a plate of plums that had just been served when her phone in her handbag suddenly buzzed.

  "Hello, Little Aunt?" Flustered, she hastily pulled out her mobile phone to answer it, and without thinking, answered Lin Wenchang's call in front of the other people at the table.

  As soon as she said "Little Aunt's Husband", several people from the Lu family at the table turned their eyes towards her.

  Mrs. Lu frowned and Lu Huan put down his chopsticks.

  His usual cold face couldn't show any emotions at the moment.

  Manman hurriedly walked over to one side to talk with Lin Wencai.

  Jiang Yan sat in the seat next to his daughter-in-law, staring at the plate of plums with a thoughtful expression, just like his daughter-in-law had earlier. He asked the waiter who had brought the plums, "Has she...?"

  "You're her husband, don't you know when she's having her period?" Lord Jun raised an eyebrow and bluntly criticized his brother-in-law on how to be a qualified husband.

  Chiang Yen-han: "I'm in the army every day, I don't know much. Ask, it's not good to ask."

  "I think she herself was also unaware of this aspect. Tomorrow, after we go back, I'll take her to the hospital for a check-up." Actually, Master Jun had many subtle criticisms towards this couple, mainly because they lacked knowledge as a married couple, especially his sister-in-law, who didn't know anything about such matters before marriage, it's unknown how the Wen family taught her.

  Her eyebrows slightly tightened, recalling what Master Jun had said about the panda blood earlier, and she whispered again: "I checked online, it says it has an impact on pregnant women."

  If possible, Jun Ye would not want his sister to take risks, but he could not stop his sister who liked children from having kids, which was different from forbidding her from driving.

  "Leave it to me." With one sentence, he took on the responsibility he had always wanted to make up for.

  The eldest maternal cousin indeed opened his mouth with a promise, but Jiang Dashao couldn't completely put it down in his heart.

  The sound coming from his daughter-in-law's room seemed to be getting a bit tense.

  "What's wrong with my dad, young uncle?"

  "Never mind, it was all done by Jiajing's paternal grandmother. Your father is now filled with remorse and I'm afraid he might follow the example of some warriors who cut open their bellies to apologize."

  "What's up?"

  What Grandma Wen did was a shameful family scandal, and Lin Wencai found it hard to mention it even to Manman, finally saying only: It's over.

  The moon's eyes froze for a moment, before that she had thought many times, even when Jin Mei Chen came back, she had made up her mind in her heart, if the real daughter of her father came back, she would choose to fulfill and disappear. But, as it turned out, she would eventually have to replace that unfortunate child to continue her duty as Wen Shi Xuan's daughter.

  That unfortunate child, if it wasn't for that unfortunate child, she wouldn't be here today, would she?

  She knew that Wen Shixuan had poured all his love for the child into her, so she had no reason to replace the child and complete her mission.

  "Sister!" Lu Huan didn't have the patience, seeing that she wasn't moving, her still slightly childish eyebrows furrowed, and he called out, "The dishes are all cold."

  "Huan'er." Mrs. Lu gently scolded her younger son, she was well aware that it was hard for her daughter.

  On the phone, Lin Wencai heard Lu's family voice and was in a dilemma. He sighed and said: "I didn't know you were with your family, I'll come over when I have time."

  "Little brother-in-law, don't worry. After I go back tomorrow, I'll immediately go see Dad. So today and before I leave tomorrow, please take care of Dad for me, little brother-in-law."

  "Don't be polite." Lin Wencai smiled and hung up the phone.

  Holding the phone back to the table, I saw that what Lu Huan said was true - the dishes on the table had indeed gone cold. I couldn't help but feel apologetic: "Sorry."

  It's clear that this apology is not what the Lu family wants.

  What Lu's family wants is: she can be coquettish with them, act spoiled, rather than feeling guilty towards them like a stranger.

  Lu Huan felt that all the dishes had lost their flavor, and his heart was suffocating. The sister he had imagined was not like this. He had been looking forward to it for a long time, and finally today, he clarified his relationship with the Wen family, but the feeling of blood ties with his sister did not return.

  "I'll go take a look if the guest room is ready."

  The youngest son who had just walked away after saying that was about to be called back by Mrs. Lu, but was stopped by a glance from the eldest son sitting opposite her.

  "Go ahead and eat. You're still young." After saying that calmly, Junye put a piece of mushroom into Madame Lu's bowl.

  The sudden chill in the air made everyone else at the table feel awkward.

  Under the table, he secretly held his wife's hand and comforted her: "When we return to our guest room later, we'll go take another look at him."

  The moon blinked in confusion: what did I do wrong?

  Not apologizing yet, still doing wrong?

  Mrs. Lu looked at her expression and knew that she might not even have the chance to act spoiled in front of her parents, and sighed inwardly: a delicious dish in hand, hard to swallow.

  Jun Ye quietly peeled the white rice in his bowl.

  It was Bai Lu who put the dishes into a bowl, and with a flash of white teeth, she said: "Eat more, you should eat as much as possible now, even if you can't finish it."

  She remembered that plum blossom, her face turned red, she lowered her head, and the joy in her heart floated to her eyebrows.

  Really want to be a mother?

  At this time, the person who most wants to share this joy is Chun Xia.

  Lu Huan walked to the guest room service desk, bored and listlessly waiting for the service staff to inquire about information while tapping his fingers on the desktop.

  A person hastily walked in from the entrance, who happened to be recognized by Lu Huan, was Liu's secretary. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she waved at the other person.

  That man saw him beckoning and did not dare to look away without seeing, walked up to him and asked: "Where is Captain Lu?"

  "Are you looking for my brother? Was it Secretary Liu who sent you?" Lu Huan asked him back.

  "Something urgent."

  Seeing this person's face was somewhat flustered, Lu Huan feared delaying his brother's important matter, so he personally led him to the head of the dinner table.

  That person didn't greet anyone else at the table and went straight to whisper a few words in Jun Ye's ear, then immediately retreated.

  At that time, everyone at the table looked up and stared at Jun Ye after finishing speaking, put down their bowls and chopsticks, and a frosty face still couldn't tell: "You guys eat first, I have something to deal with outside."

  When the elder son walked out of the dining hall, Mrs. Lu anxiously asked the younger son who had led him over: "What's wrong?"

  "Mom, I think it's nothing big. If it were something big, Dad would have had Secretary Liu come over directly." Lu Huan comforted her mother while not having too much confidence in his heart.

  Because that person looked really anxious, something must have happened.

  Then everyone at the table lost their appetite.

  The old man's phone rang at this time, it was like pulling the alarm, like a needle piercing the nervous system.

  "Ah Yan?"

  It was a call from Mo Wenyang, Jiang Yan was momentarily at a loss for what to do, holding his wife's hand and telling her to calm down before answering the phone.

  "Have you watched TV news?" Mo Wenyang's first sentence came out of his mouth suddenly, leaving people unprepared.

  "I'm now accompanying Mengmeng to play in Miyun." Yingmei raised an eyebrow, both reminding and asking her counterpart.

  "So, neither of you knows yet." Mo Wenyang sighed and began to nervously describe what he knew. "It's like this, my younger uncle has a friend who bought one of Mianmian's paintings when decorating his new home. Now his wife wants to buy another one, so she wanted to go to Mianmian's art gallery to pick it out herself. But when she arrived at the street where the gallery is located, she found that the whole street was sealed off by police cars and fire trucks. When she asked someone what happened, they said there was a fire in an art studio inside."

  This is no laughing matter.

  I suppose you were in a hurry to leave, this matter is probably true.

  Seeing his wife's frightened gaze frequently sweeping over, Jiang Yan hastily covered his phone and walked out.

  After leaving his wife at a distance, Jiang Yan calmed down and asked: "Continue talking, whose studio is it? Are you saying that Manman's gallery was also affected by the fire?"

  Du Yuexuan's gallery is located on a commercial street where many painting studios and galleries are concentrated, so it may not necessarily be Du Yuexuan's studio that had an accident. Jiang Yan tries to think of the best possible scenario first.

  "My little uncle's friend's wife is also worried about Manman. After all, she has a good impression of Manman, they are friends." Mo Wenyang said, "She squeezed to the front of the crowd, grabbed a firefighter and claimed to be a friend of a gallery owner, very concerned whether the fire would affect her friend. The firefighter told her which gallery was on fire."

  When Jiang Yan heard Mo Wenyang's last long sigh, his heart sank.

  "My uncle received the call and immediately notified me, wanting me to notify you, wondering if anything had happened to you and your wife. Now the news on TV seems to have reported it too, saying that the initial fire was at Du Yu's studio, and the specific cause of the fire is still under investigation. However, now that I've heard that you and Manman are not in the gallery, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

  Jiang Yan thought about it, but Mo Wenyang's thoughts were much more complicated. Since something happened in Du Yu's studio, why didn't Du Yu or Chunxia, or even the studio staff call to inform his wife at the first time? Wasn't everyone trapped in the fire and met with misfortune?

  To him and his wife, human life is the most important thing, as for external things, they are worthless. Therefore, after hearing Mo Wenyang's words, he was so anxious that he couldn't say anything to his wife for the time being, because his wife had just become pregnant.

  The elder uncle definitely knows more than he does.

  Rushing to the hotel entrance, I saw Master Jun holding his mobile phone stuck to his ear in a hidden place on one side of the door, and there were several people around him who were also waiting for the situation to be reported from across.

  Saw brother-in-law rushing over from the stairs, Jun Ye waved his hand and then pressed down on the phone.

  "Was anyone hurt?" Jiang Yan asked.

  Two pairs of stern eyes met, thinking about the same question.

  "Up to now, it can be initially confirmed that one person was seriously injured and another died."

  Planting his feet firmly, Jiang Dashao and Du Yu's emotions were far from shallow compared to Manman and Chuxia's. His breathing was rapid, but his voice was steady: "Who is it? Tell me!"

  "The one who should have died is the arsonist. Because there was a staff member of the painting studio on duty who witnessed him setting fire, of course, the police still need to wait for Du Yuwei to wake up and stop the arson himself before they can know the whole process."

  So, the seriously injured person is Du Yu.

  Half of my heart is at ease, and the other half is hanging again.

  It's not the time to investigate the truth but to save lives.

  "How badly is he hurt?"

  Just as she was about to speak, her icy lips scanned forward and suddenly closed when they caught sight of a figure that had appeared at some unknown time, narrowing her eyes slightly.

  Manman didn't call her husband to chase him out, after all, her husband might have gone to receive a notice from the troops. However, not long after her husband's phone call came, Lin Wencai's phone call came again.

  "Little aunt's husband, something happened to dad?" Bent down, with her back to the dinner table, answering the phone, Manman hadn't thought that something would happen at the gallery.

  "Manman, I'm on my way to your gallery with your dad right now, don't worry." Lin Wencai saw the news of his niece's gallery catching fire on TV and didn't think for a moment that she might not know, speaking incoherently, he just wanted to comfort her.

  "What's wrong with the gallery?!"

  Suddenly, Manman stood up and accidentally kicked over a chair.

  This time, everyone at the dinner table knew what was going on.

  "Huan'er, hurry up and ask your brother." Mrs. Lu knew that the painting gallery could be said to be her daughter's**, on the one hand instructing her younger son, on the other hand being overly nervous and having two feet softening, unable to stand up.

  Lu Huan ran quickly and didn't go ask Jun Ye, but instead found a place to make a phone call to his father. Because Jun Ye had just received the news, but chose not to tell him.

  Bai Lu was also very worried in her heart, but she didn't dare to act rashly, and carefully accompanied her future mother-in-law.

  "Man Man——" Mrs. Lu shouted as she saw her daughter rush out of the door.

  She hastily ran to the hotel entrance to find someone, but Lin Wencai was watching news reports and couldn't understand the specific situation from the news for the time being, so she didn't know how to answer her questions.

  She knew that the person who received the news one step ahead of her and her husband was now the clearest about the situation.

  However, when she came before that person, his icy lips seemed to have no intention of opening for her.

  "Who did you just say got hurt? Is it my senior brother?" From a distance, she couldn't hear very clearly and could only choose to ask loudly.

  He didn't dare to speak directly to her in this state, fearing that as soon as he spoke, she would collapse right in front of him, and the child in her womb might not survive due to her emotional distress.

  "Go ahead and say it, I can take it. If you don't say it, I'll be even more unbearable!"

  The moon's eyes narrowed into a round shape, staring at him without any retreat or hesitation.

  "Enough." It's Jiang Yan's turn to worry about his daughter-in-law and stop his elder brother from speaking.

  "A Yan, I know you and my brother have a good relationship, so you should understand how I'm feeling right now." Mianmian's words were directed at her husband, but also at anyone who might be worried about stopping her. "For me, I'm not afraid of something terrible happening. What I fear most is being kept in the dark, knowing nothing and being unable to do anything. This is more painful and regrettable than anything else."

  Mrs. Lu, who had rushed over with He Bai, heard her daughter's words and felt as if they were a true reflection of herself, wasn't she often deceived at home? She was moved for a moment and said to her son: "Tell her, Lu Jun. Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

  Everyone's eyes were on him, his gaze was low, and a cold voice came out of his throat, as if he was just stating a fact: "Zi Ye has arrived at the hospital where the injured person is being treated. It's very serious. Preliminary diagnosis, one is lung inhalation injury, and severe internal organ damage caused by the explosion wave after the fire. Zi Ye is contacting to see if it can be transferred to a better intensive care unit hospital. Because of his condition, he must stay in the best intensive care unit."

  At that moment, he was afraid his wife would fall, so he used force to hold her up, but found that she was standing upright with a straight waist, not showing any weakness at all. Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed in concern instead. He wished she would cry and vent her emotions: "Mengmeng?"

  "I have to go back. Right now. It's scary for Xiaxia to be alone in the early summer, and I can't leave her by herself. And with so many things going on at work, Shifu is gone, Xiaxia is pregnant, it won't do without someone." Manman said, as if talking to herself, thinking while speaking, in her eyes only her sworn sister and Shifu who had been through thick and thin with her were left now.

  "Can you go back like this?" A cold voice cut in.

  "It's not whether I can go back or not, it's that I must go back."

  "If you go back like this, I can guarantee 100% that your child will not be safe. Are you still willing to go back?"

  In front of her, those cold and frosty eyes seemed to be devoid of any emotions, only habitual intimidation and absolute control over her.

  "If I really get pregnant with a child, I will tell him through actions and facts that his mother is very strong and will not be knocked down by anything, so naturally he will protect him to the end!"

  Such a heroic and grandiose statement has probably never been heard from a pregnant mother.

  Everyone was shaken by her words and lit up deep in their hearts.

  After all, it's the blood of the Lu family that never gives up. Madam Lu sighed deeply.

  So, it's impossible for the son to remain unmoved.

  Have you softened up?

  You felt like a surge of lava rushing over, shattering the icy barriers in your heart.

  He shouldn't have argued with her and competed with her.

  Because he found out that every time they really clashed, he would surrender eight or nine times out of ten.

  At this time, Lu Huan rushed out of the hotel with her mobile phone and said excitedly to them: "Dad said that if everyone knows, then let's all go back."

  Even Commander Lian said so.

  "Sister." Lu Huan didn't care whether Manman acknowledged her or not, anyway she had already called out "sister". She pointed at the phone with which she had just finished talking to Commander Lu and raised an eyebrow at Manman, "Dad wants me to tell you that even if the sky falls, he will be there to hold it up for you, so don't worry."

  She now has two mothers and two fathers.

  Thinking of Lin Wencai saying on the phone that Wen Shixuan rushed to the scene without even wearing shoes as soon as she heard that her art gallery was in trouble, and now Lu Shilang also said so, Yue'er's eyes widened: "I'm not worried at all."

  A group of people rushed back into the city in a hurry.

  At the same time, Yao Ziye accompanied Du Yu who had arranged for a transfer to get on an ambulance.

  Du Yu woke up at this time.

  "Mr. Du, don't worry about anything for now, just focus on recovering from your injuries."

  "Painting, painting——" Du Yu spat out with his lips burned by the flames, spitting continuously.

  "The gallery was burned down, but as long as people are around, it can be rebuilt." Yao Ye comforted him.

  "No, burn, burn wildly - painting." Du Yu had to spit out these words no matter how difficult it was.

  Yao's face fell, although when they received the news of the fire, they already had a feeling that this was aimed at Mengmeng. Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed to the scene in person and sent someone to track the situation.

  Du Yu actually wanted to say, wanting to tell the whole thing to Manman and his wife immediately, so they could hide as far away as possible. But his eyelids were heavy, his breathing was deep, and the thick smoke from the fire that had not been extinguished seemed to still be locking him in, making him fall continuously into that nightmare of arson.

  ……

  It's been seven or eight years since Du Yu and Chu Xia got married. An ordinary university graduate couple, without rich or powerful parents to rely on for help in starting a business, they stumbled along in their careers, but through the experience of sharing joys and sorrows, when they overcame difficulties step by step and achieved victory, the most precious fruit was their love that was stronger than gold.

  The couple's feelings for each other were good, the only regret was that they had no children.

  It's not that they can't give birth, it's just that they don't have the time or money to give birth.

  Nowadays, a child is born with a high price tag. It can be said that from the moment they are born into this world, children open their mouths and stretch out their hands, all wanting money.

  Up till now, he and his wife's age has reached a point where they can't delay having children any longer.

  The wife became pregnant in early summer, a joyful and congratulatory event, but on the other hand, it made this entrepreneurial couple worried.

  Unlike Manman, they are not pure creators but operators. This means that the money they earn must be invested to make more money. Manman can save the money she earns to buy a house for Wen Shi Xuan. But they cannot, their company needs to continue operating, and there must be more business to maintain the survival and development of the painting studio, investment and expansion become necessary.

  Du Yu had calculated a small account in his heart, if everything went smoothly, next year, when he and his wife's child was born, the painting studio would just be on the right track of making a profit, he would have extra money to buy a bigger house than the one Manman bought for Wen Shixuan, so that the child could have a better development space.

  So he had no time to linger, no time to stand still. For the milk powder money for his children and for a future home, he worked harder than ever before.

  If anything unexpected happens at this time, it will be fatal.

  Every day I go to the gallery, check the finances, expand the business, don't want to hire people to save expenses, so I have to do the work of two or three people by myself.

  Today as usual, he opened the door of the painting gallery to welcome guests. One of the small workers hired by the painting room was sent out by him to replace Wen Shixuan for delivery and procurement, because he knew a little about what happened in the Wen family, at this time he couldn't go to disturb Wen Shixuan and Manman. The other small worker, on the one hand, had to help him entertain guests in the painting room, and on the other hand, he had to run errands for short distances nearby.

  In the gallery, he was almost the only one left on guard.

  When there are many guests occasionally, he is often busy all over the place and can't take care of this side or that side.

  Fortunately, it is not often heard that thieves visit the painting studio. Because there is nothing good to steal in the studio, the famous paintings are all on display in museums and will not be in the studio. As for money, now my wife has online banking, most transactions are directly transferred from the online bank account, and the gallery receives less and less cash, basically none.

  No matter how much he guarded against it, Du Yu never thought that there would be strangers who were not after his money, but after the word "destruction".

  At the time when it was almost closing, two small workers took a step ahead of him to get off work. After he packed up his things, he also prepared to go home and caress the belly of his wife who was pregnant with their child. At this moment, a customer suddenly walked into the gallery.

  This is a middle-aged woman who dresses very ordinarily.

  A blue floral blouse, a pair of black trousers, and low-heeled leather shoes on her feet, with a soft leather ladies' handbag slung over her arm.

  Based on Du Yu's experience in receiving guests, judging from the other party's attire, their income should be at a medium level. They can't afford very expensive paintings, but they can afford to buy original works of a certain amount. It is very suitable for promoting the works of young and unknown artists in this gallery.

  Now there is an opportunity to make money, Du Yu will not let it go.

  "Excuse me, miss, what's your surname? Is there anything I can help you with?" Du Yu enthusiastically approached her.

  A middle-aged woman slowly turned around, a pair of eyes that seemed to be distant yet appeared icy cold stared at his smiling face and said: "My husband's surname is Lei. I heard there's a famous female painter here."

  Many guests are here for Mianmian. Du Yu didn't suspect anything and led her to the front of Mianmian's work, introducing proudly: "Mrs. Lei, hello. This is our gallery's signboard painter. She now has too many clients with reservations, if you want to buy her works, you might need to make an appointment."

  The middle-aged woman's eyes in front of the giant painting titled "Female Snail" went from a momentary astonishment to a gloomy settling, like falling into darkness with blackness.

  Du Yu thought she was going to consider it. Many buyers are like this, as soon as they hear the price and other factors, they need to think about it. Because buying a painting can be considered a small luxury, for ordinary people, it's not an easy decision to make.

  He turned around to attend to other matters, waiting for the customer to think about it for a while before turning back to ask the customer about the result.

  He walked to the nearby service desk and called his wife, asking about her situation and what she wanted to eat for dinner so he could bring it back for her. He didn't want his pregnant wife to cook.

  The couple was talking happily on the phone, and he didn't notice what was happening around him. After hanging up his wife's call, he suddenly smelled a burning smell, like something had been burnt to a crisp. At first, he was afraid that the kitchen was on fire, so he ran to the kitchen to take a look, but there was nothing. Following the trail of smoke, in the end, he found the middle-aged woman who called herself Mrs. Lei.

  Mrs. Lei's lighter in her hand rubbed out a spark that ignited the sprawling "Female Snail" painting.

  "You, what are you doing!" Du Yu didn't even think about it, and immediately took off his outer jacket to put out the fire.

  The decorations in the gallery, for good looks and cheapness, are mostly foam boards, which are easy to catch fire. The fire, in an instant, spread all over the place. And Mrs. Lei seemed to be unaware of what she was doing, holding that lighter, like a wooden person, continuing to set fires everywhere.

  Du Yu rushed over and knocked the lighter out of her hand, Du Yu could only conclude that she was a madwoman.

  Fortunately, a small worker who had dropped something and returned to the gallery discovered this scene and immediately pulled Du Yu out of the fire with that woman.

  Du Yu suddenly remembered that there was a cash register with money, and he wanted to rush in to get the money. At this time, it's unclear what the spark ignited, but something exploded. The shockwave from the explosion pushed Du Yu out several meters away from the door. Du Yu spat out blood on the spot and lost consciousness.

  The little worker called the police and asked for an ambulance, watching with his eyes wide open as the flames in the painting room engulfed the woman who had set the fire.

  In Huo Ying, a woman can be seen with an expressionless face, as if she never knew what she was doing from start to finish.

  Madman! Madman!

  Du Yu thought back on the whole incident and still couldn't understand: why did this crazy woman suddenly choose their gallery to set on fire?

  Until he thought of that woman saying her husband's surname was Lei, he suddenly felt a chill: wasn't she the mother of Lei Wenbin who had gone to prison?

  It turned out he was right in the end.

  The firemen carried out the body of Mrs. Lei from the scene, which was identified by forensic experts and public security organs as Lanyu, whose son is called Leiwengbin. She came to Beijing at the time when her son was sentenced to prison. In other words, if she had a revenge mentality for her son from the beginning and really wanted to set fire, she should have acted long ago, but delayed until now.

  It's enough to make one wonder who might be behind her back, inciting or urging her to do this.

  Mr. Yao and Mr. Jun communicated with each other on the road, and Mr. Yao said: "Their plan is very detailed, that's for sure, so they will choose to take action on this important day."

  The other party chose to take action on the day when Lu Jia recognized his daughter, with ulterior motives and provocative intentions that are not hard to imagine.

  "Little uncle said he wants to talk with us." Yao Ye said while listening to Lu He Dong's phone call, "Let's meet at the hospital."

  "Take care of the child." Just as the other party was about to hang up the phone, Jun Ye suddenly spoke in a lower voice, as if to remind.

  His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, as if he could guess who he was referring to. His tone became stern: "What is it that you want to tell me?"

  "If his condition is not good, please notify me at the first time, so I can make arrangements."

  Intend, two words reveal a chill.

  The chill of choice.

  It's about telling her, but there's a bottom line. If Du Yu really did have an accident suddenly, he had no reason to tell her this without any preparation. No matter how strong she was, she couldn't withstand such a blow.

  Pregnant women in their first pregnancy are very fragile.

  So, Mr. Yao understood his implication and nodded in agreement: "On this point I am the same as you."

  The phone hung up.

  Gazing out of the window with an increasingly cold gaze, her eyes had become like a glacier on the verge of erupting into flames at any moment.

  The opponent's cunning and sinister moves, time and again, were beyond their expectations. No one had thought that they would use Raven's mother, who was completely unrelated to the matter, to do such a thing. Moreover, because the first target was the art gallery rather than the person they chose to protect, there was no way to defend against it, which was normal.

  Compared with that, Yao Ye was getting more and more worried about Du Yu's situation. The ECG curve on the monitor was changing every moment.

  "Director Yao." The doctor in the car looked at Director Yao nervously.

  "How much farther is it from here to the hospital we're headed for?" asked Yao Ye, who was indicating the injection of cardiac stimulants, to the driver.

  "It looks like something's happened up ahead, it's a traffic jam." The driver in the front seat was getting anxious to the point of madness.

  Seeing this situation, Mr. Yao decisively sent someone to jump down from the ambulance and go ahead to investigate the situation and find traffic police to clear the road.

  Unexpectedly, at this time, someone came knocking on the door of their ambulance, shouting: Save me, is there a doctor?

  Having received Old Man Yao's consent, the person sitting nearest the door pushed it open.

  The face of this middle-aged man in front of Master Yao made Master Yao pause for a moment.

  At the same time, Lin Wencai, who was standing at the door of the ambulance shouting for help, was also stunned. He immediately saw Du Yu's face and exclaimed in panic: "What can we do now?"

  It turned out that Wen Shixuan and Lin Wencai had not yet arrived at the fire scene, but on their way they met Chuxia who was also rushing to the gallery.

  "She and we took a taxi together, halfway through, she suddenly said that she couldn't move, saying that she absolutely couldn't move, the child in her belly seemed to be about to fall out." Lin Wencai was already panicked to the point where he couldn't speak coherently.

  If it weren't for Master Yao who knew the whole story, even if it were someone else sitting in the ambulance, they might have listened to Lin Wencai talk for half a day without knowing who he was talking about.

  There's no other way, Master Yao prepared to jump off the carriage first and take a look at the situation of the early summer.

  Just as they were about to follow Lin Wencai, the monitor behind them suddenly emitted a warning beep, startling both of them into turning their heads.

  Du Yu's heart rate became a straight line.

  ……

  The tortoise was driven by Jun Ye, and they rushed all the way into the city.

  Manman and her husband sat in the back seat.

  He leaned his wife's head on his shoulder, and Jiang Yan gently stroked her hair. At this moment, nothing was more important than being calm and composed.

  Haste makes waste.

  Manman closed her eyes, thinking of the promises she had made to herself, thinking of early summer, thinking of Shige Du Yu, thinking that they, like herself, would never be people who gave up easily.

  His cold eyes occasionally glanced through the rearview mirror, sweeping over her firm but slightly pale face.

  "Landlord." The person in the passenger seat handed him the earpiece for the call.

  He stretched out his hand and immediately inserted the earplug into his ear, and with a single order, he said to the other side: "Speak."

  "Colonel Yao asked Colonel Lu where are you now? We can't reach the hospital right now, and we're rescuing two people at the same time."

  "We've already entered the city." said Junye as he sped up onto the elevated highway.

  "Director Yao wants me to tell Director Lu. Please drive your car somewhere else, don't meet him for now. Because you will definitely run into each other on this road."

  Through the telephone line, amidst the crackling noise, could be heard the sound of instruments rushing to rescue and police sirens.

  It can be heard that the other party's situation is very bad.

  Mr. Yao promised that at the same time he would consider Nang Nang first.

  The steering wheel in his hand turned decisively and entered another road.

  Mengmeng, who was sitting in the back seat, felt a slight jolt and opened her eyes: "Why are you changing direction?"

  "I received a notice saying we need to change locations." The cold voice replied indifferently.

  Maybe others can't hear it, but she knew he was covering up as soon as she heard it.

  "Has something happened to him?"

  "Believe me!" Jiang Dashao suddenly raised his voice and tightly hugged his wife, "Can't you trust me?"

  How can she believe him? He has made such statements more than once, how can she believe him?

  From the moment she got on the bus with him five hundred yuan, she knew what kind of person he was.

  "You don't believe me, and there's no way. A cold tone, exuding confidence and indifference, "Now you can only rely on me, right?"

  Bend down, bite your own incisors and bite hard.

  At this moment, he may not have thought that she was experiencing the story about him told by Mrs. Lu.

  Now her mood is just like his at that time, due to being unable to do anything, and the anger and unwillingness that comes from it.

  "Older brother."

  Suddenly hearing her say this, his eyes narrowed and he wanted to cover his ears as if he hadn't heard. Although this term of endearment was what he had longed for.