Report to the lady! The young masters are madly infatuated with a village girl

"Knock knock knock~"

Lu Tianlin knocked on the door for a long time, but no one inside answered.

It has been five days since Brother Xining passed away. His brother has been wandering around the house aimlessly every day like a living dead.

Thinking of such an outstanding older brother who was also his martial arts teacher.

It was gone just like that, and he was very sad.

As for the driver who caused the accident, he was beaten to a pulp by Li Ge and his gang. He was dying when the parents of the four families arrived and stopped him. Otherwise, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

However, I guess I will die of old age in prison in my next life.

The cell phone rang, it was Yan Hui.

He picked up the phone, and heard Yan Hui's choking voice from the other end: "Tianlin, my brother just committed suicide and my mother found out. He's been sent to the hospital now, wuwuwu!"

Lu Tianlin's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He glanced at his brother's door.

I cried out inwardly, Oh no!

"Brother, brother!" He shouted anxiously at the door.

He tried to knock on the door, but he was just a 12-year-old boy and didn't have much strength.

Then he ran downstairs to call the adults.

"Dad, Mom! My brother might have committed suicide!"

Mr. and Mrs. Lu and several servants came up quickly.

Father Lu took a few steps back and kicked the door hard.

The door panel cracked instantly, and he kicked it several times anxiously.

Finally, I found a hole and reached in quickly, feeling for the locked door handle.

When he opened the door, he found that the curtains inside were drawn tightly. Father Lu walked over quickly and pulled open the curtains, allowing bright light to shine in.

I saw the person on the bed with his eyes closed, lying there quietly, lifeless.

Seeing this, Mother Lu rushed over and said in a sad voice: "Xinghan, wuwuwu, don't scare mom."

Father Lu's eyes fell on the sleeping pills on the bedside table. He picked it up and found that it was empty. He was horrified and said, "Oh no, he drank a whole can of sleeping pills. Hurry, send him to the hospital for gastric lavage!"

When they arrived, they found that the other three families were also waiting anxiously at the door of the operating room.

Everyone in the hospital is in a state of panic today.

The four princes of the capital city usually cause the city to shake whenever they move their feet. But today, for some unknown reason, they all had diarrhea and were admitted to the hospital.

But in fact, only those inside their group knew that these four princes had committed suicide.

No one dared to ask the specific reason.

The four families sat on chairs at the door of the hospital's operating room and waited.

Some were frowning, some were smoking, some were sobbing quietly, and some were comforting each other.

A middle-aged man with a simple and honest look came rushing in from outside, exhausted.

Yang Mingjun was still taking care of Yang Xining's belongings and did not expect to receive calls from the four families.

Those four children actually attempted suicide because of Yang Xining.

When he heard the news on the phone, he was shocked!

"Brother Yang, I'm sorry. I didn't expect to disturb you at this time." Mo Junli's father Mo Shentian said.

Yang Mingjun shook his head and said, "How...what happened?"

Faced with these bigwigs from the political, business and criminal circles, Yang Mingjun was somewhat hesitant.

He understood that the reason these families were polite to him was entirely because of Yang Xining's mother.

Mo Shentian frowned, shook his head, and lamented, "They are still being rescued. They all took sleeping pills. These kids planned it from the beginning."

"How could it be...these kids, ah!" Yang Mingjun always thought that they and Yang Xining were very good friends.

I never thought that these children had such deep feelings for Yang Xining.

"So, I asked you to come here in the hope that you can enlighten them."

"I try my best."

Trapped in love, he understood that after Yang Xining's mother passed away, he was depressed for a while.

Fortunately, she did not take Yang Xining away, but stayed with him to accompany him.

The door of the operating room opened, and more than a dozen doctors came out, and several families rushed in.

"Doctor, what's going on?" Yan's mother asked worriedly.

"Fortunately, they were sent to the hospital in time and their stomachs were washed."

"That's good! That's good!" Father Qi murmured.

"Thank God!"

To prevent them from getting together and planning something crazy.

After a few people woke up, the ward was separated.

Yang Mingjun pushed open the door of Mo Junli's ward and saw that the room, which usually could accommodate four or five beds, only had Mo Junli's bed. Next to it was a table with a kettle and a cup on it.

There is only a sofa opposite.

A very simple ward.

It can be seen that Mo Shentian and his team have good intentions.

Mo Junli was propping up his upper body, half leaning on the pillow, staring blankly out the iron-barred window.

Hearing the noise, he slowly turned his head and saw the person coming. He pulled a far-fetched smile from his pale lips: "Uncle Yang, you are here?"

"Yeah." Yang Mingjun sat at the head of his bed and poured him half a cup of warm water.

Mo Junli shook his head, and Yang Mingjun had to put it on the table.

Seeing Yang Mingjun standing beside him, he was reluctant to speak.

Mo Jun left the door and said straight to the point, "Uncle Yang, I know why you are here."

"Hey, Jun Li, I always thought you were the most sensible one among them."

"Uncle Yang, please stop talking. I know what you want to say."

"You understand, but you still do this. Aren't you causing your parents to die young?" Yang Mingjun's words contained a hint of anger.

Mo Junli thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Yang, my parents are only forty years old. Even if I die, they can still have another child."

Hearing this, Yang Mingjun flew into a rage and wanted to slap him hard, raising his hand high in the air: “You…you!”

But then I remembered that the other person was still a patient, so I had to put my hand down.

He said helplessly: "If you leave like this, Xining will die restlessly. Is this what you want?"

Seeing Mo Junli hanging his head in silence, Yang Mingjun sighed and said, "Tomorrow... tomorrow is the seventh day after Xining's death. Uncle Yang hopes that you can come to pay your respects with a new look, and don't let Xining see you dead like this."

After that, he left.

Mo Junli was left alone, sitting on the hospital bed, thinking about something.

Brother’s…seventh day!