Shura Field 3
Fang Henian asked awkwardly, while Li Xuan's tone was cold and distant, "Which ward is Fang Huai in? I'll come pick him up."
Fang Henian noticed the anger in Li Xuan's tone, and his mood became depressed. He honestly told them where they were.
After getting the answer he wanted, the person on the other end of the phone hung up.
Seeing Fang Henan's distraught look, Kong Lingyu didn't ask any questions and just quietly looked at the sleeping Fang Huai.
After a while, the ward door was pushed open from the outside.
A dusty man walked in, without even looking at the two people beside him, he walked straight to the bed, leaned over to see Fang Huai's face clearly, and reached out to lift the loose hair covering Fang Huai's eyes to the side.
Slowly smoothing Fang Huai's furrowed brows, caressing the side of his face lovingly, she whispered, "I'm coming."
"I'll take you home."
Fang Huai didn't wake up, but in his drowsiness he tilted his head slightly and put his face close to Li Xuan's.
Li Xuan smiled, picked up Fang Huai and wanted to go outside.
The intimacy and naturalness between the two of them isolated outsiders. Fang Henian also realized something and looked at Li Xuan in disbelief.
"Get out of the way."
Li Xuan hugged Fang Huai, a sarcastic sneer on his usually gentle face, "I know it's you, Xiao Huai's self-righteous friend."
"Where are you taking him?" Kong Lingyu stopped Li Xuan.
Li Xuan put his coat on Fang Huai and said, "Take him home."
Kong Lingyu still didn't move away, and Li Xuan frowned unhappily.
His voice was unique, low and elegant. He raised his eyebrows after saying the last word and said pointedly, "Sir, I think my lover may not need your concern."
The two men were about the same height. Li Xuan was holding Fang Huai, dressed appropriately, with a flawless smile on his face. Kong Lingyu, on the other hand, had a disheveled coat and a haggard face due to the recent accident. He stared at Li Xuan with a pair of fierce eyes.
"I'll make him need me." Kong Lingyu stepped back and said unwillingly.
Li Xuan shook his head, looked down at the lover in his arms, and smiled disdainfully, "I'll wait and see."
He carried Fang Huai and walked towards the hospital entrance, where he ran into He Lijun and his wife who had hurried over.
They were still in their pajamas, probably because they rushed over after receiving the call.
But Li Xuan didn't stop. He held Fang Huai's hand tightly and said politely but distantly, "Uncle and Aunt, I'll take Xiao Huai away this time."
Without waiting for the couple to say anything, he picked up Fang Huai and left without looking back.
He Lijun stood there, watching the two people's intimate actions. Suddenly realizing something, she dug her nails into her husband's arm. "They... Li Xuan and Fang Huai?"
Fang Sijie shook off his wife's hand in pain. The deep nail marks on his arm made him feel resentful. He said angrily, "What are you doing?"
He Lijun glanced at her husband, then set her eyes on her youngest son behind him, "He Nian, come here."
"Mom." Fang Henian scratched his head irritably and walked towards his mother.
He honestly told He Lijun what had happened, "Senior, you don't know that my brother is afraid of fireworks."
"We took him to the hospital and Brother Li Xuan came."
When He Lijun heard that Fang Huai was nervous about the fireworks show prepared by Kong Lingyu, she looked at Kong Lingyu in disbelief. Her chest heaved violently and she wanted to rush forward several times, but was held back by Fang Henian.
"Mom, calm down."
Fang Henian held her and whispered a few words. He Lijun tried to control her emotions, but she was still unwilling to try to please Kong Lingyu as she did before. She looked at He Lijun with a complicated look, then looked at the quiet corridor of the hospital.
No one spoke. She sighed deeply and said, "Let's go."
Fang Henan: "Where to?"
He Lijun turned around, her skinny figure looking lonely in the darkness. She said in a cold tone, "Go home."
"Pack your brother's luggage and have..." Fang Sijie followed his wife and instructed Fang Henian. He choked when he said Li Xuan's name and said, "Send it to that person."
"good."
At this time, Mr. Fang had nothing to say and was no longer as calm as before.
He caught up with his wife, a step behind, following silently. The distance between them became a low bridge, one moving forward, the other following closely.
After discussing the matters to be dealt with, Fang Henian turned around to look for Kong Lingyu, but found that he had already left.
An expensive car was speeding on the street at the speed limit. The owner of the car had veins bulging on his forehead, his fingers gripping the steering wheel, his emotions on display, and the atmosphere in the car was low and depressing.
The door was opened, and the cold-toned decoration was lifeless. The originally messy apartment was restored to tidiness. Even the vase placed at the entrance was replaced with a new one. The gray-white sofa was deeply sunken. Kong Lingyu held the computer and nervously checked the information on it.
Dense texts and various photos kept scrolling, and the information compressed into hundreds of GB quickly passed by. He was like trying to find a sword by carving a mark on a boat, trying to prove that he had not missed any information about Fang Huai.
His narrow eyes quickly scanned the information, and the only sound in the dark living room was the click of the mouse.
Early in the morning, a man in a professional suit went upstairs carrying a thick folder. As soon as he entered the door, he stepped on a beer bottle on the ground and almost fell.
He steadied himself and protected the documents on his chest.
"Fuck, did I see a ghost in broad daylight?"
Tan Cheng couldn't help but swear. He kicked the beer bottle at his feet away in disgust, walked over and slammed the documents on the coffee table.
"I found the information you requested. Take a good look at it."
"I must have done too many bad things in my previous life." After cursing, he took out a bottle of alcohol from his briefcase and walked to the bathroom. When he came out, he was already wearing a mask and gloves.
The information in the files filled the entire coffee table. Tan Cheng found a relatively tolerable corner and sat down, watching Kong Lingyu look through the information.
Although the medical records and photos had been specially processed, the bloody wounds could still be seen from the fuzzy mosaics. Those photos were like nails, nailed to Kong Lingyu's chest.
Especially after seeing the last few blurry photos and a report, the final nail completely nailed Kong Lingyu's heart.
The report briefly explained the fireworks explosion incident that happened more than ten years ago, and inserted a blurred photo of the injured person. The burned teenager was carried on a stretcher with his back facing up, but he immediately recognized that the teenager on the stretcher was Fang Huai.
The Fang couple were holding their youngest son whose arm was burned, looking anxious.
The paper in his hand was crumpled, and Tan Cheng heard the sound of the paper making his teeth ache. He couldn't help but let out a click of his tongue. Under Kong Lingyu's deathly gaze, he slowly picked up the file bag that had fallen on him.
"You continue, I won't say anything."
Kong Lingyu's hands trembled as he flipped through the photos again, and his breath took a breath.
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