That's right, why did Fu Yujie fall into a coma?

Shangguan Yao frowned slightly, leaned over and smelled a slight smell of medicine.

He raised his head coldly and ordered someone to throw Fu Yujie into the cold water.

"What are you doing?" Father Andalo was anxious and wanted to step forward to stop him, but was pushed away.

Fu Yujie was hung up and his subordinates poured cold water on him one bucket after another.

In the drowsy, the sleeping man seemed to have intuition, trembled for a moment, and finally opened his eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes gradually became clear. After seeing that it was Shangguan Yao, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips.

I don't know what happened, but the smile became bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a big laugh. The smile looked very proud, and in his current embarrassment, it was inexplicably terrifying.

"Crazy, crazy..." Father Andalo murmured to himself.

Shangguan Yao stared at him coldly, and did not get angry. He walked forward coldly until he had laughed enough, his eyes darkened.

"Where are hers?"

Fu Yujie coughed a few times and his eyes lit up.

"Want to know where she is? Sorry, I don't know."

It seemed that he would not shed tears without seeing the coffin. He lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes were cold, and the words spit out from his thin lips were full of coldness.

"Eat him well."

The subordinates flocked to him and took him aside. Just as he was about to deal with the jade stairs, he smiled in a silence.

"Shangguan Yao! Don't you want to know why I was in a coma? Let me tell you the truth! Murong Nuan drugged me and ran away with the child! You killed me now, and I don't know where she went!"

Shangguan Yao slowly turned his head and saw Fu Yujie's lips rising.

Fu Yujie said: "After one time, she was fair to me. This time, I couldn't find her, and you couldn't find her either."

Where can she be a woman with her children?

She was penniless, how could she plan to survive?

Shangguan Yao stood in a daze, suddenly feeling as if he had been drained of all his strength and felt a little tired.

"Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you will still find her back for me!" he said sternly.

The bell rang at three o'clock in the morning.

Lin Ya slowly walked up the stairs and walked towards Mimi's room.

She gently pushed open the door, as if she was ghostly, making people tremble.

In the small rainbow quilt on the bed, she lay down with her mother and the same hateful little girl. She held the candlestick tightly in her hand, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and slowly approached the bed.

With a "sight" sound, a cat's cry came from somewhere in the dead silence, which scared Lin Ya's face turned pale.

The light suddenly lit up, and she hurriedly hid the candlestick behind her, barely smiling, looking at the little girl standing on the ground with barefoot.

"Aunt Xiaoya, what are you doing?" Mimi yawned, and harmless confusion appeared on Apple's face.

Lin Ya looked gentle, bent down and waved gently to Mimi.

"Good boy, come here, aunt has something to say to you."

Mimi walked forward two steps slowly, and was about to grab Lin Ya's hand. Suddenly, she remembered something, put her hands behind her back, and said obediently: "Aunt Xiaoya, my mother said that children who don't sleep well at night are not good kids."

Lin Ya's face changed, she grabbed Mimi violently, raised her hand and slapped her hard on the butt, and said sternly: "If you come over, you won't come! Why are you so disobedient, a child!"

Mimi cried out with a "wow" sound, thrusting and tears flowing down her face.

"What's going on?" The servant who rushed over hurriedly pushed open the door and saw Lin Ya.

Lin Ya gently hugged Mimi, coaxed her softly, turned around and smiled at her.

"It's okay. Since her biological mother is not here, I will treat her as a biological girl in the future and take good care of her."

The servant stared at her hypocritical smile suspiciously and panic, remembering Lin Ya's usual style, and retreated with fear.

Lin Ya turned her head and glared at Mimi who was sobbing fiercely, gritting her teeth and said, "Listen! If you dare to disobey again in the future, I will let the big bad wolf eat you!"

Mimi didn't dare to cry anymore, staring at Lin Ya with fear, and didn't dare to show off.

After intimidating the child, Lin Ya returned to the room with a cold face, sat blankly in the room, covering her face and crying bitterly.

She hated Murong Nuan so much that she swore that she must find her to take revenge!

Everyone was looking for Murong Nuan everywhere, while she, holding the child, was still hiding in City B.

In a sweat steaming room, she was sitting alone in the corner with her child in her arms.

It was almost the early morning, but she didn't dare to sleep, for fear that the child would cry and make noise and would be kicked out.

Murong Nuan kissed the child in her arms, and she was worried.

When she came out, she didn't prepare much money. In addition, she left Fu Yujie in a hurry and didn't care about it. She didn't have much money on her now.

I'm afraid, even the child's milk powder is not enough.

A bad smell came over, and the shadows covered it. A man came over carelessly and lay beside her.

The man had a strong smell of alcohol on his body, and the smell of suffocation was emitting in the sweat steaming room.

Murong Nuan slowly picked up the child, trying to get up and move to avoid it.

The man suddenly turned over and blocked the way out.

She stood in awkwardly, neither moving forward nor retreating. After a stalemate for a long time, she stretched out her feet and stepped over him and left in a hurry.

"Wow—" The child seemed to be crying and made a loud sound.

Suddenly, most of the people sleeping in the sweat room were awakened and complained.

"Really, why did you bring the kids here?"

"It's so noisy, it's so annoying!"

During a commotion, Murong Nuan was busy coaxing the child and apologizing.

When the child calmed down, she realized that she was sweating all over. She turned around and was about to take away her bag. Murong Nuan was a little stunned.

Her bag, which was resting in the corner, disappeared with the drunken man lying beside her.

Even the last little money on her was stolen.

She took a deep breath, smiled bitterly, and forced herself to sit down and soothe the child's back.

In his cradle, he didn't understand his mother's sorrow, and hummed in a silence, and spit out bubbles innocently.

"What are you doing? Hey, you can't..."

A riot came from the door, which seemed particularly obvious in the quiet night.

A group of people rushed in, covered with the coolness of the night. They were wearing black suits and Bluetooth headphones on their ears, and their eyes were sharply scanning the scene.

Murong Nuan's heart thrilled, turned her back to them quietly.

These people seem to be looking for someone.

The men's eyes quickly locked on her holding the child. Someone whispered a few words, and then took out a pistol for the leader and fired a gun upwards.

A harsh sound rang, scaring the guests in the sweat steaming room to run around.

Soon, only Murong Nuan, who was facing away from them, was left here.

She didn't dare to look back. She would rather this group of people be robbers than they would be people sent by Shangguan Yao or Fu Yujie.

In the dead silence, the curtain of the sweat-steaming room was lifted.

The black suits surrounding Murong Nuan slowly retreated.

The calm footsteps slowly rang out, and someone came in again.

The footsteps stopped a few steps away from Murong Nuan and stopped.

"Still making trouble?"

A low voice rang coldly.

The familiar voice made her feel urge to cry. She hugged the child tightly, as if it was a life-saving straw.

She fled for all her might and finally failed.

Someone forcibly snatched the child from her arms away, picked her up with one arm and carried her into her arms.

The man's hard chest hit her nose so hard that she struggled desperately, reaching out to hammer his chest, hoping to bite it and be unfair to him.

He grabbed her hands and stared at the tears on her face coldly, his eyes gradually submerged in deep sighs.

After all, I was still unwilling to be cruel to her.

He said nothing, just hugged her hard.

"Shangguan Yao!" Murong Nuan shouted out of control, "Are you very proud? How do you want to let me go? I beg you, let me and the child go!"

With a "click", it seemed like something was broken. It hurts, it hurts so much.
To be continued...