Meng A, he is pretending to be good and deceiving President Shu again

"The driver of that car died." Gao Boming reported the information in a low voice, "After the autopsy, he had alcohol in his blood, and the preliminary judgment was that he was driving under the influence of alcohol."

Zheng Huailu raised her head when she heard the words, her eyes were filled with darkness, "I don't believe this."

Bad luck accompanied him for a long time, and then Zheng Huailu understood a truth, the probability of coincidence is very small, and it is inevitable that it is all man-made.

"I know." Gao Boming continued: "So I asked someone to investigate the driver's family background. He divorced his wife two years ago and has a five-year-old daughter who lives with his mother. Besides living expenses, he almost I don't contact the woman, but I found out that half a month ago, there was a sudden extra sum of money in the woman's account, which can make their poor life rich in an instant."

"I can't find out the origin of the money, right?" Zheng Huailu asked.

"Yes, I turned it several times, and every time I turned it, a layer of traces were wiped off. It feels like it came out of thin air."

Zheng Huailu sneered, "I see."

Regardless of whether Zheng Changming did it or not, Zheng Huailu will be charged with this account.

Here it comes, Gao Boming thought to himself, Zheng Changming is to blame for indecision.

Shu Xing was still asleep on the bed, with the quilt covering his neck, the exposed half of his left shoulder was still wrapped with a bandage, his face looked very pale.

"Are you okay?" Gao Boming asked cautiously.

Zheng Huailu shook his head and didn't want to say more.

When the accident happened before, when Shu Xing rushed over, Zheng Huailu thought he would be happy. He likes the person he admires to dedicate everything to him, but in fact he was terrified to death. Apart from fear, he was angry. He was afraid that if something happened to Shu Xing, , what should I do?

There were injuries of varying severity throughout the body, especially the knee, which even required several stitches.

Zheng Huailu felt sorry for her.

He held Shu Xing's hand and sat on the edge of the bed, seeing nothing but this man.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, the anesthesia faded and Shu Xing regained consciousness a little. When he opened his eyes, he saw a person standing by the bed. Although his vision was blurred, he could still feel the faint floating anger. Realizing that Zheng Huailu was angry, he just stretched out his hand, his voice hoarse and soft: "Huailu..."

There were still a few scratches on that hand, which stood out against Shu Xing's fair complexion. Zheng Huailu was fully prepared to "inquire about the crime" when Shu Xing woke up. He must let him know the seriousness of this matter. Unexpectedly, Shu Xing just stretched out his hand, and he lost his helmet and armor, and was defeated.

Zheng Huailu hastily stepped forward to grab Shu Xing's hand, checked the device screen beside him, and said softly, "Brother Shu? Are you uncomfortable?"

Shu Xing shook his head with difficulty and asked, "Are you okay?"

Zheng Huailu's heart was broken into several pieces, and he felt a warm current rushing to his limbs and bones. His eyes were sore, and he replied to Shu Xing: "It's okay, I'm fine, Brother Shu."

"Hmm..." Shu Xing felt relieved, the lingering and intermittent pain was a bit grueling, he simply closed his eyes and continued to sleep while he was still sleepy, so as to save himself from suffering for a while.

The bed was big enough, and Zheng Huailu lay down on the side where Shu Xing didn't pick up the medical equipment after washing. He gently hugged this person, finally feeling at ease.

The anesthetic wore off, and Shu Xing woke up the next morning with pain, especially in his right knee.

"The doctor said that the bone was sprained, but the problem is not serious." Zheng Huailu gently pressed Shu Xing's right knee with one hand to prevent him from moving.

Shu Xing was very patient, nodded: "Okay."

Ying Wan Shuxing secretly looked at Zheng Huailu's face, the little boy looked gentle and gentle, but he was too quiet.

"Huailu." Shu Xing called out.

"Huh?" Zheng Huailu looked at it immediately.

"Come and sit."

Zheng Huailu went over obediently.

"Scared you?" Shu Xing asked.

As soon as the words finished, Zheng Huailu's eyes turned red, and he nodded aggrievedly: "Yes."

Shu Xing suddenly took a deep breath, as soon as President Shu turned into an "apology stream" when this trump card came out, he was afraid that Zheng Huailu's two strings of golden peas would really fall off.

"Okay, okay, brother Shu is wrong, I was not careful."

"Don't be sad, I will pay attention next time."

Zheng Huailu sniffed and stared at Shu Xing: "Next time?"

"No next time, no next time." Shu Xing said hastily.

Zheng Huailu's state of "spirit flying out of the sky" lasted for several days, so that Shu Xing, who was lying on the hospital bed, looked at him like a "patient", for fear that this man would be absent-minded and burn himself with boiling water , or hurt yourself by peeling fruit.

Just when Shu Xing was lying on the bed almost moldy, Xiao Ning came.

Xiao Ning came back with Gao Boming, and he already knew that Shu Xing was injured in a car accident and was in the hospital, but thinking of Zheng Huailu's "evil god", Xiao Ning didn't dare to visit him immediately, it's ridiculous to say that he once chased after him eagerly. Young Master Xiao, who was behind Zheng Huailu, was actually a little too shy to avoid.

There is no way, people are used to being blinded by a leaf, not to mention Xiao Ning is still paranoid, when he jumped out of the previous vicious circle and looked at Gao Boming who was taking care of him, Xiao Ning couldn't help but ask himself: Isn't it fragrant?

Xiang died.

It's good that Xiao Ning is here, Zheng Huailu has something to go out and is not here.

Shu Xing welcomed him with 12 points.

"It's only been a while, and our identities have been switched." Shu Xing sighed: "Fate is impermanent."

Standing by the bed, Xiao Ning glanced at Shu Xing's leg that was exposed outside and was still in a plaster cast, and said sincerely: "This is country A, the law can't restrain too many animals, you must pay attention."

It was rare that Xiao Ning was so formal, Shu Xing was taken aback.

"Here, meat buns." Xiao Ning took two copies and handed one to Shu Xing: "My aunt made it, I like it very much."

Shu Xing is not too polite, he eats slowly, while Xiao Ning is like a hamster, before swallowing one mouthful, he starts another mouthful, his cheeks are bulging.

Xiao Ning pointed to a box brought up, and said vaguely: "It's full of protein powder, remember to eat."

"Okay." Shu Xing replied.

Three steamed buns per person, Shu Xing was full after eating one, Xiao Ning probably didn't eat lunch and was still stuffing his mouth, when the door was pushed open, Zheng Huailu and Gao Boming one after the other Come in.

"How many times have I told you? Eat this food slowly." Gao Boming frowned, and stepped forward to rub Xiao Ning's bulging cheek.

"It's delicious." Xiao Ning muttered.

A few people chatted for a while, and it was time for Xiao Ning to visit the sick, and before leaving, he told Shu Xing to call him when he was bored.

"Huai Lu." Shu Xing waited for them to leave before whispering, "I want to go back to recuperate, anyway, the plaster cast can't be removed for a while, it's nothing more than taking medicine, just come back when the examination is over."

Zheng Huailu didn't speak.

Shu Xing continued his efforts: "It's boring here, it's so bare outside, I feel like I'm going to be suffocated and suffer from other illnesses."

That night, Shu Xing successfully left the hospital.

He wasn't interested in the master bedroom, he just liked Zheng Huailu's small room in the past, and the bed was just big enough for two grown men.

Zheng Huailu put a thick cushion on the bed, and Shu Xing put his plastered feet on it. The desk was moved to the side of the bed, and there were more than a dozen books listed on it. Not many, sometimes it takes hours to read by myself, but Zheng Huailu, who is so active all the time that he always wants to do something, can quietly accompany Shu Xing for several hours.

Once Shu Xing was injured, life seemed to settle down.

Sometimes Shu Xing didn't want to read books, so he would lie on the bed with Zheng Huailu holding the computer and watch movies with any subject matter.

This afternoon, Fu Jialan brought her two sons to visit, and brought a new insulated box, saying that she heard that Mr. Shu had a car accident, so she specially made some chicken soup.

Shu Xing's feet were able to touch the ground. He stood at the stairs on the second floor and changed into a new pair of silver glasses chains.

Fu Jialan's eldest son can still control his emotions a little bit, and the youngest son keeps looking around. After Zheng Huailu came to power, they would not be allowed to live in the house even if it was empty. After all, it is the ancestral house of the Stoke family. Let people envy.

Fu Jialan raised her head and said hello to Shu Xing: "Mr. Shu, ouch, I look a little thinner, I made chicken soup, and I hope you don't dislike it."

Shu Xing nodded: "Thank you."

The eldest son, Zheng Wang, stared at Shu Xing, surveying and probing, Shu Xing frowned slightly, and his first impression of him was not very good.

"What are you looking at?" Zheng Huailu's calm voice sounded.

The second son, Zheng Xian, was a little afraid of Zheng Huailu, so he moved behind Fu Jialan.

Zheng Wang forced a smile, and said to Zheng Huailu, "Second Brother, I'm just curious. I heard that you found a boyfriend. Congratulations."

For a moment, Zheng Huailu wanted to destroy Zheng Wang's prying eyes.

Shu Xing wanted to go downstairs, Zheng Huailu immediately went up to help.

There are too many people to walk comfortably, so Zheng Huailu can only support him.

"Slow down, grab me, and try not to touch the ground with this foot."

Shu Xing laughed: "Exaggeration."

Shu Xing used to be unwilling to pay attention to the internal affairs of the Stoke family, but now it is not what it used to be. Zheng Huailu is his lover, and he needs to smooth out some relationships.

"Tell me, why did this good-looking person get into a car accident?" Fu Jialan had something to say, "I heard it was a drunk driving? But why... did he run into you?"

Shu Xing took a sip of tea: "People have misfortunes and fortunes, it's just bad luck."

"Really..." Fu Jialan smiled awkwardly. Seeing that Shu Xing couldn't make sense, she turned to Zheng Huailu and said, "Huailu, when you came back this time, your uncle's family didn't ask a single question. Of course, I know You have not had a good relationship these years, but I always feel that things happened by coincidence, your parents passed away early, I hope you can..."

"Okay." Zheng Huailu interrupted: "I know."

"As long as you know, as long as you know." Fu Jialan chuckled awkwardly.

"By the way, this is Zheng Xian." Fu Jialan pulled her youngest son over, "In addition to visiting Mr. Shu today, I also want to thank you Huailu. Your uncle said it casually at the time, but I didn't expect you to really take it to heart." , arranged work for him, very easy! Thank you!"

Shu Xing observed Fu Jialan carefully, and found that this person had a lot of eyes, but he wasn't bad, and more of it was mixed with a posture of self-preservation and compromise.

Fu Jialan didn't dare to stay longer, so she came to Zheng Huailu's place to feel her presence. She had seen the life of the eldest family these years, and she really didn't want to offend this evil spirit.