Zhu Ganqiang hurried over, picked up Liang's mother and walked out, "Go to the hospital!"

Qian Yang also wanted to follow him, but Luo Wan glared back.

Her face was cold, and the words she said were as cruel as a knife. "Before Qingqing died, let me tell you that she will never forgive you in this life and will never want to see you again in the next life!"

After saying that, he followed Zhu Ganqiang to the hospital without looking back.

Qian Yang stopped where he was, but thousands of arrows pierced his heart.

Liang Muqing hated him until she died

A burst of blood in the chest surging, and the fishy sweet that had been suppressed by the tight end suddenly surged into his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

My eyes turned dark and I fainted.

When he woke up twice, Qian Yang had been sent to the hospital by his assistant.

Looking at the white ceiling, white bed sheets, and white ward, he felt as if he had seen some violent beast.

He was forcibly discharged from the hospital despite the obstruction of his assistant and doctor.

Liang Muqing died in the hospital. As long as he stayed here, he would think of Qingqing's pain and despair when she died.

After returning to the company with his body that could be broken at any time, Qian Yang sat in the office with a pale face, messy hair, and unattended beard, looking very embarrassed.

When the assistant saw him like this, he was worried, "Mr. Qian, no one can recover from death, so I feel sad."

Sacrifice?

Qian Yang had no expression on his face, Liang Muqing died, and left with misunderstanding and hatred for him, and he would never get out of this life

"Go and check how Qingqing died."

He couldn't say the last two words no matter what. As long as he thought about it, his heart would be torn apart.

Although he didn't finish his words, the assistant panicked what he meant, responded, and turned around and went out.

Qian Yang closed his eyes and opened it after a while.

Then he was stunned and stared blankly at the direction of the office sofa. It was Liang Muqing's favorite place to sit.

Every time he was working, she came to find him, and she would sit there quietly, take a book and read quietly, or lower her head to play with her mobile phone.

As soon as he looked up, he could see her relaxed and smiling face.

The feeling of suffocation came, Qian Yang didn't dare to look at him again, so he quickly withdrew his gaze.

From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the door of the lounge and stopped again.

It was Liang Muqing's place to rest at noon. She liked to occupy his lounge and swear sovereignty.

And he likes to occupy him in the lounge, and also swears sovereignty.

How many times have they been in this lounge and the sugar that once became the deadly poison now.

He had no face to face it, quickly withdrew his gaze, dared not look at his desk, and looked down at his desk.

Then, when he thought that Liang Muqing was bored when she read books, he would bring a chair over, sit next to his hand, lie on the desk, and look at him reviewing documents with his face.

She was very quiet and would not disturb him, but she was satisfied just by looking at it.

At the beginning, he was not used to being watched like this, and he talked to her several times, but she didn't listen. She would pounce on her and hugged his arm and act coquettishly.

Then he compromised, and gradually got used to her "surveillance" beside her. Sometimes he would take the initiative to let her sit over, occasionally pinching her hands and kissing her mouth.

Even looking at each other is sweet.

There are memories of Liang Muqing everywhere here, but now it has become a sharp knife that can pierce his heart and pick his bones!

Qian Yang could no longer bear it, so he got up and ran out.
Chapter completed!