Chapter 1240: Last Words
As soon as Qi Tianchen's luxury sports car stopped, reporters flocked to the car, surrounding the car.
Qi Tianchen subconsciously frowned.
He motioned for the two bodyguards to get out of the car first, and then he pulled An Tianyu out of the car.
Seeing Qi Tianchen get out of the car, the reporters were excited, and rushed to hand over the microphone: "May I ask Mr. Qi, what do you think of Mr. Fang's suicide?" "How are you feeling as a friend of his?" "Although the matter on the side of Fang's head office is serious, it will not make him bankrupt, do you know why he is so extreme?" β¦β¦
The journalists' questions went one after another.
Qi Tianchen frowned slightly, was silent for a moment, and then took the microphone of a reporter in front of him and raised his voice: "I came here today to see my old friend for the last time, I hope you don't want to fight for your headlines, let me leave a lifelong regret." Rest assured, I can give you two hours to answer your questions before I leave. β
The bodyguard waited for his words to land, and then directly separated the crowd, Qi Tianchen held An Tianyu's hand tightly, and pulled her into the hospital gate quickly.
Although those reporters were unwilling to let her go, they did not continue to pester.
In the corridor outside the intensive care room, many relatives and friends were there, some of them whispering, some frowning, and some worried.
Seeing Qi Tianchen coming, many people greeted him.
He slowed down: "How's the man?" β
A man shook his head: "It's inside, I just said I wanted to see you, you can go in and take a look." β
Qi Tianchen didn't say anything, only nodded slightly, and directly entered the door of the intensive care ward.
In the ward, there was no sound quietly, only Mr. Fang's son and two strange men were guarding the bedside.
Hearing the footsteps, several people looked sideways.
Xiang stood up directly: "Mr. Qi, my dad doesn't know why, he just called your name." β
Qi Tianchen nodded, and then went to the bedside.
The two strange men left directly, leaving only one person in the direction, standing still by the window not far away, looking out, looking out of his soul.
Mr. Fang was on a ventilator, his eyes were tightly closed, and he didn't move.
He had many wounds on his face and body, and the blood soaked through his clothes, and he looked shocking.
Qi Tianchen took a deep breath, and then held one of his hands, his hand looked quite clean, but there seemed to be signs of fractures, it felt very different, soft and cool: "Mr. Fang, I'm Qi Tianchen, I'm here to see you!" β
Mr. Fang suddenly opened his eyes, his lips opened and closed with difficulty, and he wanted to say something, but because his body was too weak, it was difficult to speak.
Qi Tianchen felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he lowered his head and put his ear to his lips: "Say it, I'll listen." β
Under the close contact, he could barely hear Mr. Fang's words clearly, but it was better to hear it clearly, and when he heard it clearly, his face was immediately bloodless.
His tone of disbelief: "How can this be, is what you said true?" β
Mr. Fang's voice was hoarse: "Of course it's true, only you can avenge me, don't let others ......"
His words came to an abrupt halt at this point, his eyes closed instantly, his head tilted to one side, and he whimpered for his life.
Qi Tianchen's hand was still holding his hand tightly.
He sighed: "Go all the way, don't worry, I will help you take care of your family." β
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When I came out of the hospital, it was almost evening.
Qi Tianchen's whole person was instantly haggard, and as soon as he left the door of the hospital, he was surrounded by waiting reporters again.
He didn't let the bodyguards chase people away, but just stopped.
Naturally, the reporters remembered his previous promise, and once again threw out questions that had not been answered before.
Qi Tianchen was extremely patient this time, answering everyone one by one, even if there were many questions that did not have any substantive meaning at all.
For a full hour, An Tianyu's legs, which were already standing, were numb, and he finally left.
The two of them got into the car, and An Tianyu slumped directly to the seat: "Tianchen, I'm curious, what did that Mr. Fang say to you, even if you feel guilty about his death, just because of your friendship with him for many years, it will inevitably be sad, it shouldn't be like this?" β
Qi Tianchen pressed the position of his temple with one hand, but his eyes were looking out of the car window, the road outside the hospital was congested, and it seemed that many people were coming for Mr. Fang's death.
He replied: "Didn't the reporter ask this question just now, you didn't hear how I answered." β
An Tianyu shook his head: "Of course I heard it, but I think you may be lying." β
Qi Tianchen smiled: "Mr. Fang feels that there is no second person besides me who can keep his Fang clan, he is not worried about his son, and he does not believe that his son can re-support the Fang clan, so he came to entrust me, hoping that I can give his son some shelter regardless of his past suspicions." β
An Tianyu nodded: "It makes sense for you to say that, but ......"
Qi Tianchen interrupted her: "Do you think he may have other things to explain to me?" β
An Tianyu shook his head: "It won't be ...... There should be nothing else he can't let go of except his company and his son. β
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Among the largest five-star hotels in Z city,
Bai Muhan was wearing a silk nightgown, leaning lazily on the sofa, watching the news report about Mr. Fang on the TV screen.
On the screen, the figures of Qi Tianchen and An Tianyu are particularly eye-catching.
The expression on her face was a little complicated, and she lowered her head to take a sip of the milk in the cup.
That's when the doorbell rang.
Bai Muhan leaned on his seat and didn't move, and asked, "Who?" β
She originally thought that it should be the hotel staff coming over, or her relatives were looking for her, but she couldn't imagine that Tian Chenglin's voice sounded outside the door: "It's me." β
After Bai Muhan was stunned for a moment, he immediately frowned: "Why are you here?" β
Tian Chenglin replied: "Of course I have something to look for you, hurry up and open the door." β
Bai Muhan's face was ugly: "It's already so late, I'm already going to sleep, let's talk about something tomorrow." β
Tian Chenglin didn't mean to leave: "When I just went upstairs, I saw that there seemed to be paparazzi downstairs, I thought maybe they would follow, maybe they wouldn't have to follow, if you don't open the door for me, I'm not afraid that they will speculate about the relationship between us." β
Bai Muhan's face became more and more difficult to look at.
This damn Tian Chenglin, it's not the first time he's blackmailing himself.
But he has nothing to do with him.
Helplessly, she got up and opened the door.
A strong smell of wine came to his face, making Bai Muhan subconsciously cover his nose: "How much wine have you drunk?" β
Tian Chenglin came to the door, closed the door with his backhand, and then fell directly into the sofa: "I'm happy today, I drank a few more glasses, but it doesn't matter, I'm not drunk, I'm sober now......"
Bai Muhan looked at him coldly: "It's all like this, and you still say you're not drunk?" I'll have someone take you back, I'll pick you up at the airport later, and I won't be able to take care of you. β
Tian Chenglin looked at her with a strange look in his eyes: "I can't take care of me, but I have time to pick up friends?" Don't forget who you are now, you are my fiancΓ©e, what can you do if you don't take care of me? β
Bai Muhan took away the hand he put on his hand: "I can also ask someone else to take care of you, I really have something to do today......
However, Tian Chenglin grabbed her hand with his backhand, and a pair of strange eyes slid around her: "I want to leave, it's not that easy, I haven't touched you for a long time......"
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Bai Muhan felt that every time he was with Tian Chenglin, he would be disgusted.
She took a long shower in the bathroom before she came out wrapped in a bath towel.
At this time, Tian Chenglin was leaning on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed, holding the remote control in his hand, staring at the TV screen.
On the screen, there are still reports about Mr. Fang's suicide, but it is also interspersed with pictures of Qi Tianchen being interviewed by reporters.
Qi Tianchen told reporters that the reason why Mr. Fang asked to see him before leaving was only because the two sides had been friends for many years, and now that Fang's family was in danger, he couldn't rest assured that his son would take care of him.
Bai Muhan took a cup of cold white for himself, and then leaned on the sofa: "Why do you want to watch this?" β
Tian Chenglin's eyes were still staring at the screen, his brows tightened: "I think Qi Tianchen may be lying, the surname Fang fell into the well for him before, how could he entrust him to him on his deathbed, this is unreasonable." β
Bai Muhan sneered: "Then how can he be reasonable to you, is it reasonable to entrust his children and the company to you?" I don't look at what kind of character you are, if it's me, I will stay away from you. β
Tian Chenglin's face was ugly, and he looked at her coldly: "Bai Muhan, I hope you can correct your identity anytime and anywhere, don't forget that you are my fiancΓ©e, and you must be measured in what you say and do." β
Bai Muhan snorted coldly: "I'm telling the truth, why are you reacting so much?" What's more, Mr. Fang is already dead, what do you have to do with those irrelevant things? You know, it's strange to me that you're overly concerned about this, aren't you...... It has something to do with Mr. Fang's death, right? β
Tian Chenglin's face turned pale in an instant, and he said in a vicious tone: "Bai Muhan, you dare to talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I'm not polite to you." β
Bai Muhan still had a faint expression, and put the cup in his hand back on the coffee table with an extremely elegant posture: "Hey, I said that you have been getting more and more tempered recently, and you have to lose your temper even if you make a joke, it's really too much." β
Tian Chenglin said in a cold tone: "You can make jokes, but you can't make this kind of jokes, you know, if you don't get it right, it will cause me trouble." β