"Mobile phone...where is the mobile phone!" Lan Mufei couldn't find the phone, her eyes were already blurred by mist, she was excited and growled irritably.

Louis and Jane's wedding, Yun Gu attacked Madam Red, everything happened so suddenly, her brain and psychology suffered a double blow, and she seemed to be mentally disturbed.

For a moment, it was unacceptable!

When she left Paris, it was said that the two of them were separated from each other. In the years they lived together, they shared weal and woe. Even if she would not forgive everyone in the world, she would not forgive Yun Gu either.

His panicked eyes searched for the phone in every corner of the room, going around and around, and finally saw the phone lying quietly on the coffee table. In desperation, he opened the quilt and was about to get off...

One foot landed on the ground, but the other foot was wrapped in the quilt. His upper body lost control and fell forward, and his whole center of gravity fell downwards.

When people are in danger, they have an instinct to subconsciously grab everything around them, no matter what.

Her hand grabbed the side cabinet next to her, but her palm accidentally touched the edge of the cabinet. She let go subconsciously in pain, and tried to grab it again, but it was too late——

Her whole body fell to the ground. Although she tried to protect her belly with her hands and touch her back to the ground, it was too late and she forced herself to fall sideways on the ground.

All of a sudden, severe pain came over me, sweeping through my whole body.

I felt dizzy and all the scenes in front of me became blurry and dark.

There were noisy sounds in my ears, and I felt something rushing out from my legs, soaking my legs and roots...

His face was covered with moisture, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or perspiration. He tried hard not to pass out, and his eyes fell weakly on the emergency bell on his head.

Her white teeth bit her tattered lips, and the smell of blood under her nose became stronger. She lowered her head and saw the blood stained on her nightgown with great pain. Every breath she took was like a knife stabbing her stomach.

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My swollen arms stretched out towards the emergency bell. I really wanted to press the bell, but...

She is really, really tired!

I don't have any strength to support myself to get up and press the red button right in front of me.

His blood-stained palms trembled and covered his stomach, and his painful voice was broken: "Sijun..."

Someone's low and hoarse voice seemed to be heard in her ears. It had no emotion, but it made her feel nostalgic for her life.

His hazy eyes looked at the screen hanging on the wall. His outline remained the same, and his pair of gloomy eyes were always sharp, as if they could see through people's souls at a glance.

The arm hanging helplessly at his side stretched out in his direction——

A familiar and hoarse voice brushed past my ears, calling tirelessly "Fei... Fei'er..." over and over again.

Warm and soft, like a broad chest embracing her, giving infinite strength and protection!

The eyes that were slowly closing suddenly opened, as if someone who was about to fall asleep was suddenly awakened.

"Ying... Ying, widow..." Thin soft lips were wet with fine blood drops, and she opened and closed her mouth as she chanted his name with difficulty. Big tears suddenly fell from the corners of her eyes, leaving a faint trace of wetness.

Dry; the curled and slender eyelashes tremble violently, casting cyan shadows, like a butterfly with broken wings trembling.

The confused eyes were filled with waves of pain, and the voice was like snowflakes falling from the sky, with three parts softness and seven parts weakness.

She was very tired, but didn't want to fall asleep. She opened her eyes very hard, blinked, and looked in the direction of the screen. She wanted to see the blurred outline clearly, and she wanted to clearly remember his appearance.

The blood-cold fingertips wanted to touch his outline, but the arm that was frozen in mid-air finally fell down weakly.

The curled eyelashes finally cover the eyes, neither crying nor laughing, neither sad nor happy, just like a sleeping baby, quiet and gentle.

I'm sorry, I'm a widower.

I really tried my best.

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The live global broadcast, how many countries and how many people will see it, I don’t know; the wedding cannot be held normally, and the Lanstros will not let their only baby daughter marry the widow Louis under such circumstances.

After appeasing the guests, evacuating the crowd, and dealing with the media, the widow Louis did not have much emotional fluctuations, as if the groom of this wedding was not herself.

Jane was shocked when she learned that Mrs. Hong had been stabbed and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. She was not angry at the interruption of the wedding, but understood. She even asked Louis Yingwidow if he could help if he needed help, either on site or at the hospital.

She wanted to help him share some of it.

Louis Yingqi looked cold, and just asked Hang Hang to send her back to Lanstro's house first, and leave the rest to him.

When everything calmed down, it was already evening, night had fallen, and the lights were beginning to turn on. He leaned against the car and lit a cigarette, looking at the dim lights, his brows furrowed, and his raised lips half smiling.

Is this God's will?

Providence prevents him from marrying Jane.

But if there is really God's will, why not return Fei'er to him.

With only one cigarette left, he turned around and got into the car. Now he had no time to feel sad or complain. There were still many things waiting for him to do!

When Louis Indigo arrived at the hospital, Madam Hong had already been transferred from the operating room to the ward. The sharp blade pierced the lung lobe and caused excessive blood loss. Fortunately, she was rushed to the hospital quickly and was rescued in time, and her life was out of danger.

Louis Yingzi sat in front of the hospital bed, his deep eyes looking calmly at Madam Hong who was wearing an oxygen mask. The medical equipment made a cold sound between him and Han Ping.

The hands placed in front of the knees were tightly clenched into fists, with bulging veins and clear meridians.

"You get out."

Han Ping stood still, staring straight at the earl.

He raised his head and looked at him, "What? Are you afraid that I will kill my biological mother?"

"My responsibility is to protect her every step of the way!" Han Ping's voice was calm and powerful.

Louis Yingwu stood up and looked at him with sinister eyes, "It seems that you don't intend to hand over the person to me anymore!"

"He attempted to murder Madam Hong. Naturally, it was up to Madam Hong to wake up and make the final decision."

Louis Yingqi guessed that this would happen and did not feel any surprise. Before turning around, his voice was cold: "This is a big matter. The media is trying every means to exert pressure and minimize public opinion. How much does she care about reputation?

You know it!”

"..."

There is no need for Louis Yingqi to explain this. Han Ping knows it best, so he has already greeted the people at the banquet. The media is also putting pressure on him. Overseas public opinion cannot be controlled, but domestic public opinion will.

Try your best to control it, and you must not let it be reported in a big way and ruin the reputation of Mrs. Hong.

As for the idiot who tried to kill Madam Hong, Madam Hong will definitely not let him go when she wakes up!

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The car shuttled through the dark night, and the car was extremely silent. Louis Yingwu was sitting in the back seat. The driver was Zhou Jin, and the co-pilot was Hang Hang. He looked back at the person in the back seat who was bathed in the darkness, and hesitated to speak.

:"count--"

Yun Gu is now in the hands of Han Ping. When Madam Hong wakes up, it is self-evident what kind of fate awaits him!

Does the earl really intend to stand by and let Yun Gu die at the hands of Madam Hong?

The car was quiet. Louis Yingwu had not moved since he got in the car. After listening to Hang Hang's words, his eyebrows moved slightly in indifference without saying a word.

"After all, they are her relatives." Hang Hang couldn't help but speak out again. Even at this point, he felt that Lan Mufei might not really hate Yun Gu in her heart. If she knew that Yun Gu was dead, she would not be sad.

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Louis Yingwidow's voice was even colder: "He is seeking death himself, what does it have to do with me!"

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Young Master: If you don’t understand the plot of this chapter, please re-read the revised previous chapter. The plot adjustments are quite large! Don’t worry, Uncle Yingwu doesn’t have time to accompany you on New Year’s Eve! He asked me to tell you something: You go
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