C487 Enchantingly Red
C487 Enchantingly Red
When the new drug was about to be developed successfully, why did he back off?
Was it because he already knew that Number One, who was mixed with Gu poison, was the most fearsome existence in the world?
If that was the case, then when he first left, even if he didn't get rid of Zha Cai, he should have destroyed all the semi-finished technology # 1.
However, as soon as he left, Helan Xiaoxin, who was in charge, finally managed to produce number 1.
Why would he do that?
What was the ultimate purpose of his actions?
A conspiracy?
Or was he like Helan Xiaoxin, who, for some reason, hated the world and nurtured this demon? But when he was about to succeed, he was kind-hearted enough to discover that he did not destroy it when he stopped, because he did not want his outstanding product to be destroyed just like that?
Covering her face with her hands, Helan Xiaoxin, who was silently crying, slowly thought of these questions.
She looked up.
Ye Xiaodao had left. There was still a half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray on the table.
It was a cigarette from Helan Xiaoxin.
At that time, Ye Xiaodao had said that he would never smoke this kind of cigarette, so why did he smoke it now?
Ha, was it because I saw Sister Xin in such pain with my own eyes, feeling guilty and wanting to suck in a demon to compensate for my sins?
F * ck you, then at least you should finish this cigarette.
Helan Xiaoxin laughed silently. She slowly lifted her trembling right hand and picked up the cigarette.
He put it slowly in his mouth and took a deep breath.
Familiar, yet also urgently comfortable. She immediately passed through the smoke and followed the flow of her blood vessels, frightening her to the point of making every cell in her body quieten down in the shortest time possible.
Weird, the same Ye Xiaodao.
Weird, the same Lee Nanfang.
Only two mysterious men could become friends between life and death. Only when they saw someone chasing after their brother's fiancee did they go crazy and smash Feng Dashao's luxury car apart.
In the end, it was Helan Xiaoxin who paid the bill.
All of this seemed to have been planned long ago.
An invisible hand was pushing the fate of these people through the void. No matter how they struggled, they could not break away from that fate.
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When Yue Zitong arrived home, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.
When a person was in a bad mood, their luck would be a bit worse.
In the past, it only took Director Yue 40 minutes to get home from the company, but today, it took him a whole hour and a half to get home.
It wasn't because she was stuck in a traffic jam, but because when she was in a bad mood and was about to drive faster, she accidentally brushed against a woman riding an electric bike.
Within the two words, "black short and fat" took up the two words, "black short and fat". The word "black short and fat" took up the two words, taking up the "black short and fat".
He was definitely a eloquent Director Yue. In front of the middle-aged woman, he actually didn't have any leeway to retort and had to use his hands to block it. He was like a spitting star from a storm.
You must have thought that I was beautiful, that's why you deliberately shaved me and ruined my appearance, right?
You look cultured, too, but how can you be so vicious?
Don't you feel guilty for destroying beautiful things?
Yue Zitong was almost struck dumb by the middle-aged woman's questions one after another.
However, he also understood a principle. Scumbag Lee's face was definitely not the thickest with Qingshan City.
When the woman mentioned the first of the last three problems, Director Yue offered a compensation price of three thousand yuan.
When Director Yue was interrogated by her for the second time, he turned 3000 to 6000.
In the end, Yue Zitong took out 10,000 yuan and finally satisfied the woman's third question. Under her mocking gaze, she dejectedly got into the car.
Director Yue decided to vent his anger on Lee Nanfang.
If Scumbag Lee could come to the company and pick up her phone, why would she rush home for his safety and accidentally scrape people away?
Lee Nanfang's Land Rover was still parked in the yard. It seemed like he had yet to go out.
"It can't be that he's really pushing himself to death, right?"
With a belly full of resentment, Director Yue no longer cared whether he would become a widow or not. Gritting his teeth, he cursed, opened the door, and jumped out of the car.
She decided that no matter what Scumbag Lee was doing at home, even if he was happily washing her clothes, she would let him know what it meant by 'aunt is angry'. The consequences would be severe.
There was no one in the living room, no one in the kitchen, no one in the bathroom.
Where did he die?
It couldn't be that he hadn't woken up yet, right?
It's just 1: 30 in the afternoon.
Did he really die from exhaustion?
Angry, Aunt Yue kicked the door to the guest room open.
Peng, after the door hit the wall, it bounced back very quickly and almost hit Director Yue's forehead just as he was about to walk back. Luckily, she reacted pretty quickly and stopped him with a raise of her hand.
On the bed in the room, there was a blanket. Under the blanket, there was a curled up figure.
He really had not woken up yet!
Yue Zitong could hear the sound of her own teeth grinding.
For your safety's sake, it's not a big deal for me to find someone to fake a case for you. As for being embarrassed by a brutal woman and being scolded like a sieve in front of a huge crowd — well, I can forgive you, but it wasn't you who was driving the car.
But can you die in your sleep by taking a call?
And, and, and!
The blanket, why was it still moving!
Damn, you're still bullshitting!
Lee Nanfang, are you even going to be shameless?
Yue Zitong, who was so angry that she couldn't stand it anymore, jumped in front of the bed with a big stride. She grabbed the quilt, threw it towards the window and shouted angrily, "Scumbag Lee, you have shamed seven million people of Qingshan!"
"Get up, get up!"
Yue Zitong reached out and grabbed Lee Nanfang's ear. Just as she was about to turn around, her wrist suddenly shivered as if it was branded with a hot iron. Then, she abruptly retracted it.
She really touched a soldering iron.
Of course, it wasn't a soldering iron, but Lee Nanfang's ears.
Normal human body temperature, around 36 degrees and 8 degrees, above this temperature is fever, children under the age of three can sometimes get it up to 40 degrees, but if the adults want to try this temperature too — well, anyone who wants to be a fool can just burn it.
Forty degrees was enough to make an adult into a fool. However, according to Yue Zitong's estimation, the temperature on Lee Nanfang's ears had definitely exceeded this temperature.
It turned out that he was having a fever.
Since this morning, no, probably since last night, he had been suffering from a high fever, which caused him to tremble uncontrollably.
What a joke. In the morning, Yue Zitong and Helan Xiaoxin had thought that he was hiding in bed and playing around …
"Yue Zitong, what the f * * k!"
She put her hand on Lee Nanfang's forehead. After feeling the heat that was hotter than the ear, Yue Zitong really wanted to give herself a hard slap.
This morning, when she opened the door, she mistakenly thought that Lee Nanfang was shamelessly rolling around. She could have been angry from embarrassment, but she didn't do it due to Helan Xiaoxin's presence.
How long can the lord last after having a fever of 40 degrees?
Yue Zitong didn't know.
She only knew that no one could last so long with such a high fever.
Too long, how long?
Not to mention last night, it had been a full seven hours since 6: 30 in the morning.
What would it be like for a person with a fever of over 40 degrees after seven hours?
Yue Zitong knew now.
Little Nephew was only a few blocks away from having a life of his own, but he was barely handsome.
His mouth was crooked, and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth. His cheeks were like burning clouds — a typical face of a paralyzed idiot, the kind of answer an adult would have when they were in a high fever of more than forty degrees for a long time.
"Lee Nanfang, Lee Nanfang, wake up, wake up!"
Yue Zitong screamed in panic as if she had lost her soul. After noticing that Lee Nanfang was shivering, she immediately hugged him tightly and screamed his name in his ear to wake him up.
Lee Nanfang might have really heard her and opened his eyes.
Yue Zitong's delicate body trembled once more. Her mind, which had been trying its best to prevent her from being frightened, was like a dam that had collapsed from being flooded. She immediately lost control. Her mouth was wide open, and she couldn't even let out a scream.
Magical, red.
Just like the Devil's Pupil.
This was what Yue Zitong saw when Lee Nanfang opened his eyes.
Luckily, Lee Nanfang's eyes only opened for a moment before slowly closing.
"Lee Nanfang, don't scare me, don't scare me."
Yue Zitong was stunned for at least half a minute before she gradually regained her consciousness. She muttered and shook his body vigorously, not saying anything else to wake him up.
Since she didn't say anything, Lee Nanfang didn't open his eyes. His body trembled even more intensely.
His warm breath seemed to be able to grill the fine fluff on Yue Zitong's face.
She finally remembered something, so she put him down and rushed out.
She was in too much of a hurry to get out. Her right shoulder slammed heavily into the door frame, causing her vision to go black from the pain.
However, she couldn't care less now. She stumbled over to the closet, opened it, and threw out all the unwanted items like a rabbit throwing its nest. Finally, she found the alcohol.
Medical alcohol, has the obvious effect of cooling.
After running back into the house, Yue Zitong reached out to Lee Nanfang's black vest and pulled it off. She poured alcohol into his heart and rubbed it vigorously with the vest.
Lee Nanfang, who was unconscious, coughed as the alcohol cooled down his body.
Yue Zitong spat out a mouthful of blood, like an arrow, onto her face.
"Lee Nanfang!"
Yue Zitong was stunned for a moment again. She screamed out in a sobbing tone, threw away the things in her hands, grabbed his shoulder, and carried it on her back. Then, she rushed out crazily.
People in high fever, will lack water, can speak nonsense, but how can it be possible to vomit blood?
The fever that wouldn't go away for a long time had burnt his internal organs?
Yue Zitong did not know how she carried Lee Nanfang into the car and how she sent him to the central hospital.
It was as if she'd accomplished these things within a second.
It wasn't until Dean Lv personally led the medical staff to push Lee Nanfang into the emergency room that Yue Zitong finally collapsed and slowly squatted down along the wall. She covered her face with her hands and realized that she was already in tears.
Some of the people who passed by her looked at her with eyes full of pity. This child must have lost his husband. Just look at him crying so much that he didn't even wear shoes.
Yue Zitong didn't notice what other people were looking at her with, but even if she did, she wouldn't care.
She just plucked at her hair, wishing she could tear herself apart.
She hated herself so much that she didn't see why he was trembling in the morning.
No matter how despicable or shameless Yue Zitong's fiancé was, he would never lie in bed with them after they opened the door.