sinovels Chapter 50
Chapter 50
Meng Jiao's breathing was very light.
Chen Hongxin even suspected that he was asleep, and asked again, "Meng Jiao?"
"Understood." Meng Jiao replied soberly.
"Oh, okay, I'll let you know if there's any news." Chen Hongxin decided to implement his identity as a sounding board, "But he deserves it."
He saw Meng Chu standing in the hall with his own eyes, Meng Jiao said that the painting was painted by Norman in a loop on his mobile phone, waiting for Norman to warn him to sue him, muttering "how is it possible", and asked Go crazy, then pass out after a while.
Chen Hongxin immediately took a few steps back, cursed "bad luck", and quickly ordered the servants to lift him up and send him to the hospital, before notifying the other two members of the Meng family.
Originally thought that Meng Chu was putting on a show just like before, but he didn't expect that this time he seemed to be really seriously ill.
In this regard, Chen Hongxin, who is relatively vicious, still wants to comment——
retribution.
When everyone was walking around in the hospital, he took the time to call Meng Jiao.
If Meng Jiao guessed correctly.
Meng Chu fell ill this time, it should be the most serious illness he has ever suffered.
Kidney failure, a kidney replacement is needed, and then the blood starts to pour, and it is found that Meng Jiao's dick matches him, and a long tug-of-war begins.
Meng Jiao cursed.
As annoying as it sounds.
In the original, Meng Jiao could still wrestle with them for [-] rounds, exposing their hypocrisy of moral kidnapping, and if they dared to commit any borderline illegal behavior, they would be sent to jail directly.
But he had just had a quarrel with Jiang Yuenian that wasn't a quarrel, and he became a very fragile glass heart with no fighting spirit.
Meng Jiao finally thought again whether he should run away.
Running away was a very firm idea he had just entered into the book.
To bid farewell to the garbage plot of the original book is to let the identity of the original body disappear.
Feigning death in modern society is more difficult.
Unlike some ancient novels about cultivating immortals, there are martial arts cheats and peerless beauties waiting for you when you jump off the cliff.
Meng Jiao thought for a moment that he might fall to pieces and decisively passed this option.
After thinking about it for a long time, I read a few more novels.
After passing some outrageous operations such as fake death pills, he was left with only one last option.
As for the crematorium, it is not impossible to burn it all down.
Where Meng Jiao lives now, the small villa is connected to the small courtyard, and the vegetation is easy to burn, but because the single-family house is far away, there is an artificial lake immediately outside the small courtyard, so there is no need to worry about affecting others.
Just perfect for a house to burn itself quietly.
A haunted house through and through.
Meng Jiao: ...
I don't know whether I should thank Gu Donglin, but all in all, it is more polite to say thank you.
Taking advantage of that fire to escape to death was a more feasible plan that Meng Jiao could think of at that time.
Later, because of the fetters, grandfather, friend, and Jiang Yuenian, such thoughts gradually faded away in Meng Jiao's mind.
He didn't wake up until the point of the story was approaching.
Regardless of whether he died or not, he didn't want to die young and be the only casualty in this accident!
Meng Jiao took another sip of the cat, waited for the delivery of the cat supplies he just ordered, and began to live with the cat in a luxurious and lustful way, and moved away the important things at home by the way.
Look around the house for a week.
I don't know if it's subconsciously knowing that he won't live for a long time, and he even feels that he can give up all these.
But only Jiang Yuenian's daily necessities, Meng Jiao couldn't make up his mind.
He sent a message to Jiang Yuenian, offering to meet and chat, and solve any problems face to face.
But Jiang Yuenian refused to talk to him, and didn't reply him a word.
Meng Jiao's temper also turned up a little bit, and he hugged the kitten viciously.
The kitten's meat pad resisted and pushed against Meng Jiao's face. Meng Jiao forced the cat's difficulties, and felt much better.
"Your master has offended me, come and make amends!" he whimpered.
The cat stared at him with watery innocent round eyes.
In fact, Meng Jiao is not angry.
I don't know how to describe that feeling.
It's just stuffy and uncomfortable.
After staying in the house for several days, Meng Jiao walked out of the room to get some air.
The phone was set to block incoming calls, and he kept it clean for several days, but he wanted to close the door immediately when he went out.
Meng Chu stood there ecstatically, as if withered, seeing Meng Jiao, his eyes were full of hatred, and his tone was gloomy: "I'm sick."
Meng Jiao was amused by his look of hatred: "I can tell by looking at you now."
Meng Chu subconsciously touched his face.
He knew he was haggard and sallow.
And Meng Jiao just stood there, his face was smooth and glowed with a very soft light.
"What are you looking for me for?" Meng Jiao looked back at his house number, "I'm not a hospital either."
"I'm doing hemodialysis, but I need a kidney transplant." Meng Chu couldn't restrain his jealousy.
After realizing that his reputation might be ruined, he fainted. He thought it was just a minor ailment like the one he used to stay up all night and exhausted his body. He didn't expect that he could sense something was wrong from the pity and mocking eyes of others.
He sneaked behind Meng Yunjie and heard him talking to the doctor.
He fell into an ice cave.
He's so young, he doesn't want to die yet.
He broke down and cried and attracted Meng Yunjie's attention. Meng Yunjie comforted him, and he would definitely find a suitable sex.
"Obviously you are the most suitable person, but my brother actually refused to tell me without telling me." Meng Chu's tone was like a ghost.
The Meng family has always had a tradition of physical examination.
The original body was a blood bag, and the items of the previous physical examination were so detailed that it became clear once the data in the hospital was retrieved.
"Meng Chu, have you made a mistake? If you don't need your brain, keep it as an inheritance. No matter whether you hide it or not, I will not donate it to you." Meng Jiao frowned in disgust.
"What purpose do you come to me for besides scolding me? Kneel down and beg me to help you get a kidney transplant, and then mobilize people around you and post it on the Internet, so that everyone can accuse me of being so cruel, even a family member Do not save lives? You are still a pure and innocent Virgin, and everyone will be an executioner with love and peace."
Meng Chu said: "You can't be so cruel, as long as you are willing..."
"Meng Chu, let's not talk about why relatives accept moral kidnapping, but you and I are enemies." Meng Jiao interrupted him, "My only kindness is that I will not play the music for celebration after you die."
The sound of vehicles approaching and stopping was obvious. Meng Jinyan got out of the car and ran towards them, grabbing Meng Chu's arm: "Come back with me."
Meng Chu shook it away forcefully, and said in a broken voice, "If I don't leave, you're going to favor Meng Jiao? Are you going to watch me die?"
"He will be the only heir after you die." Meng Jiao fanned the flames leisurely.
"Ajiao." Meng Jinyan raised his head.
Meng Jiao raised his hand: "Don't come here again. Although I have been vaccinated against rabies, I am quite afraid of you."
He probably won't be able to leave the house today. Originally, Meng Chu planned to call the police if he kept pestering him, but now Meng Jinyan came to take him away.
It could be seen that Meng Jinyan wanted to say something to him, but Meng Jiao ignored it and went back to the villa to close the door.
When he just crossed over to live in the hospital, Meng Jiao almost had to repeat the dream in the first few days when he was in a coma, just like the original body returning to the lantern before death.
Meng Chu's innocent and pitiful face, Meng Jinyan's handsome and indifferent face, and other people's high moral comments made Meng Jiao wake up with palpitations and nausea.
Now that nausea is back.
run.
Not running is not Chinese.
The investment made with Norman's help made his assets temporarily transferred overseas and fixed, which is convenient for him.
The rest is to explain the funeral.
Meng Jiao called Meng Zhenhua and explained his plan. The old man was too old to withstand the lack of information. If he didn't bring it up after hearing it, where would he cry?
Meng Zhenhua replied lightly: "Understood."
Meng Jiao said "ah" to express his doubts.
As an old overlord who experienced big storms when he was young, Meng Zhenhua has a strong ability to accept new things, and the crematorium has existed since ancient times.
Meng Zhenhua said that he can help arrange a full range of services from reception to firefighting.
"Do you have a choice on what date?" Meng Zhenhua asked.
Meng Jiao flipped through the old almanac: "Just the day after tomorrow."
It is written in the almanac that everything is inappropriate, and it doesn't matter if there is one more thing that is inappropriate.
Meng Zhenhua seemed to want to say something, but after Meng Jiao asked "what's the matter", he shook his head and said nothing.
Next is Tu Song.
He sent Tu Ge a message:
[The young master was loved by thousands of people, but he was killed by an adulterer, his relatives abandoned him, his lover angered him, he just wanted to escape.When the sparks are everywhere, it may not be death, but the restart of his life! ]
Tu Ge replied with a question mark and asked: [Stolen account? ]
Meng Jiao said: [It's okay, just give an early warning, don't make a fuss if something happens]
I believe that Tu Ge, who has been in vertical and horizontal novels for many years and loves the plot of sadomasochism and blood, will be able to comprehend it by then.
The main thing is to tell Tu Ge in advance, Tu Ge is easy to slip up.
The last is Jiang Yue Nian.
Jiang Yuenian refused to reply to his messages or answer his phone calls.
Meng Jiao decided to use the most primitive method, took a piece of paper and changed it over and over again, and finally wrote:
"Not dead, hide from those scumbags, and go out to get some air"
He stuffed the note into the kitty's new pendant that hung around his neck, and handed the kitten to Sui Qing.
"What's the matter with you?" Sui Qing gossiped.
"There was a quarrel, can't you tell?" Meng Jiao replied.
Of course I saw it.
Jiang Yuenian acted like he lost his wife, the whole company was depressed, and Sui Qing felt that his salary might be deducted at any time because he stepped into the company with his left foot.
"You won't hand it over to him yourself?"
Meng Jiao went downstairs to their company, but they just called him out. When Sui Qing went out, he felt that the eyes behind him seemed to kill him.
"He doesn't reply to me. He definitely doesn't want to see me. It's not annoying anymore." Meng Jiao raised his head, the reflection of the glass of the building made people feel dazed, he shrugged his shoulders with his gaze back.
Although Sui Qing had the heart to say something nice to the boss, but he had no choice but to not understand the cause and effect, so he had more heart than power.
Wasn't Jiang Yue very good before, why is he dumb now?
He could only return to Jiang Yuenian's office with his pet capsule.
Glancing at Jiang Yuenian's computer, it had been too long since he had entered the off-screen mode.
Sui Qing sneered, and carried the kitten out.
The cat has been raised with great care, is clean, and even gained a little weight.Jumped from Sui Qing's arms to Jiang Yuenian's side.
"Why don't you go when your heart is already drifting away?" Sui Qing asked.
He saw that Jiang Yuenian was torturing himself like a patient who was about to be forced to quit, and he couldn't understand it.
Looking at the returned cat, Jiang Yuenian murmured:
"He's leaving."
A few pages of the calendar were torn, and that day soon arrived.
The weather was stuffy and extremely dry.
City A has passed very quickly from the previous summer to this one.
It seemed that in the blink of an eye, a long time had passed.
Gu Donglin woke up very early, to be exact, he tossed and turned all night without falling asleep.
Then I worked absent-mindedly, from the day to the evening.
Meng Jiao's birthday is today, and he wants to say "Happy Birthday" to Meng Jiao.
But Meng Jiao would definitely ignore him.
He was so worried that he didn't know what to do, he paced back and forth in the old house.
Mrs. Gu always saw that his nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes, but now she was so annoyed that she raised her eyebrows at him: "What are you doing?"
Gu Donglin stopped in his tracks: "No."
The conflict between the mother and the son was deep, and after Qin Yu's true face was revealed, Mrs. Gu couldn't stop sneering, she brought out one by one the things that Gu Donglin had disobeyed him because of Qin Yu.
Of course Gu Donglin quarreled with her again.
But the consensus of the two is not to let Qin Yu go.
Qin Yu's original resources all depended on Gu Donglin's giving, taking back, cutting off the relationship, asking the lawyer to hold him accountable, and preventing Qin Yu from ever seeing him.
Mrs. Gu mocked.
her son.
I don't like it anymore, but my mind is sober.
"If you're free the night after tomorrow, I've arranged a dinner for you."
Gu Donglin lowered his head and firmly refused: "I won't go."
Mother and son.
Understand each other's pain points.
Madam Gu covered her red lips with a teacup, and said calmly, "Aren't you going? It's impossible for Qin Yu, you won't be thinking about Meng Jiao, will you?"
The most irritating thing about Mrs. Gu is that she knows how to accurately step on other people's pain points:
"From the moment Qin Yu slandered Meng Jiao, you are completely out of the game."
Gu Donglin left silently.
In his pocket was a velvet box containing a moon-shaped ring. When he saw this pendant, he took a picture of it without hesitation.
Fearing that Meng Jiao might suspect that he was plotting something wrong, he strung up a chain as a pendant as if deceiving his ears.
Meng Jiao would definitely not see him, but he wanted to quietly leave the birthday present at Meng Jiao's door.
After knowing Qin Yu's calculations, he felt sick for a long time. In the past, he might have been silent for a long time.
But he was just disgusted, and felt uncomfortable with the broken filter in his heart, but he didn't collapse.
After thinking about it, because staying with Meng Jiao has fully improved my psychological endurance.
Sometimes he would think that if there was no Meng Jiao, he might be immersed in the lies woven by Qin Yu, living in fairy tales all his life, and be a blind fool.It has become a tool centered on Qin Yu, and the meaning of life is to dedicate to Qin Yu.
Don't know if he's happy that way, and he can't prove the paradox.
When he asked Young Master Chen to get drunk, Young Master Chen asked him why Meng Jiao was different from Qin Yu, who also asked for money.
Meng Jiao was the one who came to save him. He still can't forget that Meng Jiao appeared beside him and asked him to look back at the road beside the cliff.
Like the sunset that he is willing to stop and admire when he is driving all the way.
The closer he got to the villa, the slower Gu Donglin drove, and he was very nervous. After finding a parking space, he switched to walking and moved over slowly.
Although he just took a peek outside, what should he say if he meets Meng Jiao.
The evening sky is full of glow, and the burning clouds in the sky seem to have knocked over the orange-red paint.
Meng Jiao is particularly good at blending similar rich colors.
Thinking of these, his mood seemed to soar, and he quickened his pace.
The orange-red color is like the wanton growth of works under the brush of Miluan, breaking through the barrier of space, exuding scorching heat, and discordant black smoke appearing on the canvas.
Gradually noisy voices and calls for help, shouting loudly: "It's on fire! Hurry up and call the police!"
Looking from a distance, the house was burning, and a bouquet of roses fell not far from the door. The tongue of fire quickly licked and licked the petals, withered and melted.
Like the galloping wind, Gu Dong ran faster and faster.
Meng Jiao.
Meng Jiao was still there.
Someone outside the cordon stopped him firmly: "Are you crazy? Everyone ran in desperately."
Who else?
Has Meng Jiao come out yet?
He had never been so panicked before. The beeping sound of the fire scene and the subtle wind sound were amplified wirelessly, and it was about to burst his eardrums.
He wanted to shake off the passerby's hand and move forward, but he accidentally fell, and a large amount of blood was scratched on his knee, oozing out continuously.
He was wrong.
He could not want Meng Jiao to like him, as long as Meng Jiaoping was safe and sound.
He mechanically got up to rush in, but was stopped again.
The injured knee fell to the ground in the struggle, and the rising heat of the cement floor made the flesh and blood of the wound peel off a layer of skin again, giving off a disgusting smell of meat.
In the blurred vision in front of his eyes, he seemed to see Jiang Yuenian who was slowly walking out of the firelight.
There is no Meng Jiao behind Jiang Yuenian.
His mind was not messed up enough for him to analyze the reason why Jiang Yuenian came out of the fire alone.
Is it because Meng Jiao is not there, or is Meng Jiao unable to be rescued?
"Where's Meng Jiao?" He asked, his voice suddenly became hoarse.
There were traces of sparks on Jiang Yuenian's body, and Qingjun was no longer, very embarrassed, leaving scars on his arm from being smashed and scalded by something, and said something he couldn't understand:
"So that's how it went."
The other party's eye sockets were frighteningly red because of the smoke, but the eyes were dark and empty, as if they had been pulled out of their souls, and they didn't put anything in their eyes.
When Jiang Yuenian faced them, he was cunning and teasing in a polite manner, but he had never been like this moment, as absent-minded as an outsider.
"Where's Meng Jiao?" Gu Donglin asked again, grabbing Jiang Yuenian's trousers, as if kneeling in front of Jiang Yuenian, but he didn't care too much, "Is Meng Jiao not inside?"
Jiang Yuenian looked down at him, and suddenly kicked him on the shoulder.
Gu Donglin fell to the ground with all four limbs, like a dog with a broken leg. The brain that cannot function is unconscious, but it prompts the body to repeat: "Meng Jiao..."
Could this be a nightmare to wake up to.
"Is there anyone else in there?" The rescuers who arrived shouted, and a stretcher hurriedly carried away an unconscious person.
Gu Donglin took a look with narrow eyes.
It seems to be Meng Jinyan.
Jiang Yuenian glanced over there indifferently, and said:
"Death deserves it."
The author says:
Writing crematoriums in the modern context inevitably has some logic bugs
I wrote two versions, one is natural wildfire and one is self-set fire. Considering that the fire is too large and uncontrollable, it is not good, so I kept the version of self-set fire, and emphasized that the vicinity of this villa is undeveloped, and the surrounding water of the single house is The isolated island form will not affect others, and the fire protection problem is handled by the grandfather, because the bug cannot be eliminated, so please bear with me
The next chapter will write about the issue of suspended animation, because it is found that the fire will not burn people to ashes, and there will still be large bones left. This is also a bug that cannot be solved in the modern background, so I wrote that someone knows that Jiao is not dead. Please forgive me