Love You To The Bones

By the French window of the VIP luxury ward, Fang Xiaoran was still staring at her hands. She couldn't figure out how she pushed Fang Yanrong, who weighed more than 100 kg, down.

She never wanted to kill, never!

Just when Fang Xiaoran was stunned, Fang Xinyuan suddenly rushed into the ward from the outside, rushed away angrily, raised his arm and slapped Fang Xiaoran in the face. An old face twisted and scolded fiercely, "Fang Xiaoran, Rong Rong is your sister. You pushed her down so ruthlessly, beast. Why did I raise such an inhuman beast like you..."

That slap on Fang Xiaoran's left face was so painful that her whole face was numb, and a trace of bright red blood slowly exuded from the corners of her mouth. Then, she smelled a smell of burnt incense at the end of her nose. As the burnt incense became stronger and stronger, her chaotic and dull brain restored Qingming little by little.

"Dad, believe me, I didn't want to kill her. I really didn't think so!"

The top of her head seemed to be hit hard again and again. Fang Xiaoran's mind finally returned to normal. She immediately realized that what had just happened was not her illusion, nor a dream, but a real fact. In full view of the public, she really and definitely pushed Fang Yanrong down from the windowsill!

She's a murderer.

When Fang Xiaoran's eyes swept out of the window, there was a circle of dark onlookers on the ground, and the man standing out of the crowd - Shen Zichuan. The man stared at her without expression. His deep and emotional eyes were so cold that she was cold.

Fang Xiaoran doesn't know how Fang Yanrong did it. She can make Shen Zichuan arrive at the moment of her murder.

At the moment, Fang Xiaoran's face is numb with pain and her head is buzzing, but her eyesight and hearing are surprisingly sharp.

She could see Shen Zichuan move his two slender long legs and rush to the place where Fang Yanrong fell. There was an undisguised worry on his perfect Jun face.

Fang Yanrong was pushed by her and fell straight from the third floor to the lawn on the first floor. It was almost fifteen or six meters away. At such a distance, Fang Xiaoran could see Fang Yanrong unkempt and covered in blood. Looking at the man who appeared in front of her in time, the light at the bottom of her eyes was extremely shining.

She even clearly heard Fang Yanrong's whining cry, which made her tender and weak cry, "cough, brother Zichuan, are you finally here? I hurt, it hurts everywhere. Sobbing, what did I do wrong, causing my sister to ruthlessly push me down the windowsill..."

"Brother Zichuan, save me... Will you save me? I don't want to die or become disabled. I also want to marry you and become your most beautiful bride!"

Hearing the speech, Fang Xiaoran's body trembled violently. She couldn't help reaching out and covering her mouth. She quietly focused on waiting for Shen Zichuan's answer. She didn't even notice when Fang Xinyuan slipped away.

Wait and wait. I don't know how long it took. Fang Xiaoran finally heard Shen Zichuan's low and deep voice. The sound quality was clearly transmitted from downstairs, word by word into her cochlea.

The gentle tone of voice is strange, which Fang Xiaoran has never realized.

He said, "don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Don't be afraid. I'm here.

The lingering love words were not said to her wife, but to her sister Fang Yanrong, the real junior involved in the marriage from the beginning.

For a moment, Fang Xiaoran thought that the sun was too dazzling. Otherwise, why did her eyes burst into tears?

She stood quietly by the French window and stared down at the man and woman tightly hugging each other on the downstairs lawn. Her body didn't move. Her pale face was very calm, so calm that she couldn't afford a ripple.

Downstairs, Shen Zichuan took off his coat and put it on Fang Yanrong. After covering her almost completely, he quickly took out his mobile phone and called the senior management of the hospital.

Soon, the hospital sent a large number of doctors and nurses to send the dying Fang Yanrong to the emergency room for rescue.

In the event of such a major accident, especially the parties have a close relationship with Shen Zichuan, the president dared not neglect, and personally assigned the attending doctor with the highest technology in the hospital to operate on Fang Yanrong.

After Fang Yanrong was settled properly, Shen Zichuan hurried to the VIP ward where Fang Xiaoran was still staying with a cold, calm and handsome face. Just out of the elevator, he took a big step along the corridor. When he was about to reach the ward, he ran into Fang Xinyuan at the door.

He subconsciously paused, "are you sure Fang Xiaoran pushed it down?"

"Zichuan, there is such a big thing. Even if I want to help Xiaoran hide it, I can't hide it. It is clearly shown in the video surveillance that Rongrong was pushed down at the window of this ward."

Fang Xinyuan, with red eyes and a mournful face, scolded himself, "it's all my fault. I knew there was such a big contradiction between their sisters. I wouldn't let Xiaoran come in to see Rongrong... It's my fault. I'm responsible for everything that happened!"

He has been immersed in shopping malls for many years. He is crafty and has long been trained to be proficient in what he says and plays.

Fang Xiaoran pushed Fang Yanrong down the windowsill. The onlookers downstairs were solid witnesses. In particular, Fang Yanrong also made two preparations. The video shot by the reporter who spent a lot of money on the camera had long been released to the Internet. With more and more onlookers, the fermentation of this matter became more and more serious. By then, No matter how Shen Zichuan's forces cover the sky with one hand, they can't keep Fang Xiaoran from retreating.

What's more, the bottle of hallucinogenic drugs and antidotes were all thrown into the sewer by him, and all the evidence was wiped out. This time, Fang Xiaoran was doomed to the disaster of prison, and there was no way to avoid it!

However, in the face of Shen Zichuan's substantive eyes, Fang Xinyuan nervously swallowed his saliva, couldn't help lighting a cigarette and took a hasty sip.

In the white smoke, all Shen Zichuan's expressions are Mori white and cold. Looking at the surveillance video, Fang Xiaoran angrily curses and smashes Zhao Li's head with a potion bottle. Looking at Fang Xiaoran yelling and madly dragging Fang Yanrong to the window and pushing people down madly

Those real pictures made Shen Zichuan's dark pupils suddenly shrink sharply. When he spoke again, his voice was a little astringent.

"Did you... Call the police?"

"Yes, I did, but it wasn't us. It was those onlookers downstairs who called the police."

Afraid of Shen Zichuan's cold frost like breath, Fang Xinyuan gingerly squeezed out a reply from his teeth.

"OK, I see. Go and see Yanrong first. Fang Xiaoran will give it to me!"

Shen Zichuan fiercely closed his eyes and opened them again. He suddenly turned around and walked into the VIP ward where the accident happened.

Hearing the movement of the door handle, Fang Xiaoran suddenly turned her head and looked at the handsome man standing quietly at the door. She understood that he came for Fang Yanrong. At the bottom of her eyes, she suddenly saw that his joy was a little dim until it disappeared.

She stood where she was, looked up at him, calm and calm, with no expression on her pale face.

"Shen Zichuan, I didn't want to kill Fang Yanrong. Do you believe it?"