Chapter 190

The reporter's hand with the paper trembled slightly, "this woman... Seems to be a cruel role too..."

"What are you afraid of? Maybe you're just scaring us." People in the same industry scoff at this.

The man with the knife raised the knife high, and the blood dropped to the ground along the knife, "but there is blood on this knife..."

"Maybe ketchup." The man said, took the knife and smelled it. Then his face changed and he threw the knife on the ground. "It's real blood!"

Now they can be sure that Gu luanqing is not joking. If it's not good, they have to be buried with her today.

"What a terrible woman

……

Gu luanqing hides behind the door and secretly stares at cat's eye. After confirming that all the reporters outside the door have gone, she can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Turning her back against the door, she slid down the icy door. "How could I die, these idiots?"

Xiang Chaojue sat on the porch and looked at him. He didn't know whether to be happy or helpless. "Gu luanqing, sometimes you really make me look at you with new eyes."

"Just sometimes?" Gu luanqing smiles.

She reached out to him to pull her up, then took the opportunity to embrace him, "hungry, let's make dinner."

"But I'm not hungry."

"Still can't taste it?" Gu luanqing remembered that everything he tasted now was bitter. No wonder he had no appetite.

Xiang Chaojue avoided talking about it. He took her to the room and said, "I want to eat you more than dinner."

"What a cliche." Gu luanqing laughed and was robbed of his voice by his kiss the next second.

She didn't want to think about what would happen tomorrow, as long as he was still with her.

That's all she wanted.

That night Gu luanqing had a strange dream. She dreamed that she was running after a child. The child was running all the time, and she was chasing him all the time. When she could catch up with him, she grabbed the child's shoulder and turned his body around. Something terrible happened.

She found that his face was too bloody to see clearly.

"Ah -" Gu luanqing woke up from his dream. Xiang Chaojue didn't know when he woke up. He held his head and looked at her. "What's the matter? Have you had nightmares? "

"Well, it's probably a little bit stressful recently." Gu luanqing calmed down. She sat up and took a sip of the water beside her. Her brain was more sober at last.

"I think it's time for Shuhan to explain my dream."

Xiang Chaojue helped her put the water cup on the bedside table. "She still has this kind of skill. Aren't doctors all atheists?"

It's incredible.

Gu luanqing relaxed a little, she laughs, "although be like this, but she is very gifted in this respect unexpectedly."

Now that she has woken up, Gu luanqing doesn't plan to go to sleep any more. She takes out a casual and loose dress from the wardrobe, puts it on, and turns to walk out of the room.

The mobile phone on the hand vibrated, and it was news push again.

Gu luanqing is still thinking that things about her should be over. The world is not around her. As a result, Xiang Chaojue's name appears in the title.

All the rumors about Xiang Chaojue have been stripped clean by the media. Whether they are true or false, they resolutely publish them in the most eye-catching places and spare no effort to slander Xiang Chaojue.

Even his father and mother were dragged out to comment.

These people, unforgivable!

Gu luanqing gritted her teeth. She couldn't bear it any longer. If it continued like this, it would only affect Xiang Chaojue.

Before she takes action, she has to promise Xiang Chaojue not to help her. He has done enough for her. She can't let him wade in this muddy water any more.

……

In the afternoon, the gloomy day suddenly cleared up, but the weather was very dull, it seems that summer has stepped on the tail of spring.

Heavy curtains block the sunshine outside, the light is on inside, and the air is quiet.

Xiang Chaojue is sitting on the sofa reading a book, while Gu luanqing is choosing dishes. She is preparing dinner tonight, humming a song. It seems that she is in a good mood.

"Are there any guests coming today?" He asked coldly to Chao Jue.

Gu luanqing raised his eyes and said with a smile, "your intuition is really accurate. There are several guests coming."

"Oh? It's really strange. " Xiang Chaojue didn't care much, but Gu luanqing told him positively, "today's guests may be friends who can help us out of the present predicament."

Although she is not 100% sure.

Xiang Chaojue moved his attention away from the book. He raised his mouth and said, "really?"

"Well, if there's no accident... I mean things don't get worse."

Gu luanqing is well aware that she is now in disrepute. After Xiang Xirong began to take control of Xiang's group, she moved her mind. For the first time, she stopped her position on the ground of her influence on the group's image. With Yan shuangrao's "assistance", she can be said to be accused by thousands of people.

Thanks to those people, she can only be a housewife at home now.

However, Gu luanqing didn't mention her suspension to Chaojue. She didn't want him to worry, and he didn't ask why she was still at home on weekdays.

They all know the reason.

He breathed softly to Chao Jue, and he looked out. "Accident... I'm afraid it's hard for us to predict."

They are ready for the next shock, but they didn't expect it to come so soon.

The book stays at 198 pages, the dishes are selected in half a basin, and the faucet which has no time to fully tighten is dripping down.

As soon as Gu luanqing and Xiang Chaojue received the news from the hospital, they even had no time to change their home clothes, so they went straight to the hospital. After they left the room, time seemed to be still, staying at the moment when they were helping each other.

They are playing the same sentence in their mind, which is just heard from the hospital.

"Mr. Xiang, he's down."

There is no sign that this is the biggest impact on them.

On the way to the hospital, Xiang Defeng and Gu luanqing listened to the secretary general who came to take them to the hospital and explained the whole story, "you and Miss Gu have been involved in scandals all over the world. Xiang Xirong originally wanted to be blind, but he refused to give up. He used this incident to stimulate the old man, who was already worried about it. In addition to his recent illness, he was so stimulated, He was seriously ill and hospitalized

The Secretary General has tried to put it mildly, but it is undeniable that Gu luanqing and Xiang Chaojue are both responsible.

He pounded the door of the car and gritted his teeth, "to Xirong!"

It's the first time he's been so angry.

However, this is not incomprehensible. Half of the reason why he is in such a mess is due to Xirong.

Gu luanqing held him, "you calm down, we have to believe that the old man is lucky."

Although she repeatedly resisted Xiang Defeng, he was Xiang Chaojue's grandfather after all. Gu luanqing's mood at the moment was absolutely more sad than happy.

The secretary general sent them to the door of the hospital. He called the door to Chaojue and said, "Mr. Xiang, I have something to go back to the company to deal with. I can't accompany you through the whole journey. Please cheer up. I'll wait for you in the company."

"Well." In the cool tone of Xiang Chaojue, the affirmation in his eyes turned into a sharp light in the night, cutting off all thoughts.

He will prove that no one who believes in him will be disappointed.

Xiang Defeng is still in the operating room, and the corridor outside the operating room is empty, which makes the original hospital even colder.

Ask Chao Jue about the situation with the nurse. When the nurse frowns and talks to him, Gu luanqing has an ominous premonition.

"Although it's not the aorta that burst, the rupture of the blood vessels in the brain should not be underestimated. In addition, the patient is old and weak. Please be prepared for it."

Knowing that Xiang's condition is very bad, Xiang Chaojue still looks the same. No, it should be said that he has no expression.

He has seen too much life and death and is numb.

Gu luanqing helped him to sit down in the chair on the edge of the corridor. She looked at him carefully.

Xiang Chaojue suddenly laughed, with a mockery on his face, "his popularity is bad enough. When such a big thing happened, his relatives and friends are shirking their responsibilities, and there is no one who can help him sign the notice of critical illness."

As like as two peas and his parents at that time, he lived in such a cruel world.

Gu luanqing stroked his cheek and shook his head, "no, we are not here?" Although Xiang Defeng would not look at her even if he came back from the gate of death.

"Since I was 15 years old, I have been forced by him not to show my emotions, forced to be strong. I don't like his grandfather, and he doesn't like my grandson, but at this time, I don't feel happy at all. It's really strange."

Maybe it's because Xiang Dafeng, to him, is the last relative in the world.

He said a lot to Chaojue. Gu luanqing listened carefully and accepted all his negative energy.

She thought that she would faint when she met this kind of thing, but Xiang Chaojue was different from her, and he would not shed a tear from beginning to end.

All of a sudden, a cold wind blows from the other end of the corridor to this end. Gu luanqing's long hair floats up and crosses his face. The door of the operating room opens, as if it had been blown open by the wind.

The doctor came out from the inside, with a dignified look, "the patient's condition is very bad, this is the notice of critical illness, as long as the signature can continue the operation."

For a patient, the notice of critical illness is undoubtedly a letter from death threatening to take his life.

Xiang Chaojue guessed that he would encounter such a situation. He had no time to hesitate and picked up his signature pen.

As soon as the tip of the pen was about to fall, it was abruptly interrupted by the rough voice from behind.

Xiang Chaojue and Gu luanqing turn around at the same time. Xiang Xirong comes towards them. He is wearing a suit which is ironed without any creases, combs his big back, and has a very different look from the previous one which is timid and idle.

Now Xiang Xirong looks like a president.

He came over, without saying a word, pushed away to Chaojue, turned his head, took up his pen, and signed his name on the notice of critical illness, "I am the son of the patient, and I have more power to sign than this suckling little boy."

"Doctor, please." Gu luanqing said solemnly.

The door of the operating room closed again, and there were only three of them in the corridor. The air seemed to have condensed.

Xiang Xirong broke the silence with a smile.

"You still have the face to come back."