Chapter 145: Yao Shu committed suicide

Qiao Mu is not sure, she can't see through this man, she wants to know, what is her weight in his heart?
The elevator is moving upwards, very quiet.
In Qiao Mu's heart, there was a sudden nervousness, those deep and gloomy eyes stared at her, as usual, he couldn't understand the look in them.
It only took a few seconds, but it felt very long.
Qiao Mu's sudden questioning caused Li Yan to squint slightly.
The rare seriousness in the eyes of the little thing, this is her first time, she has begun to care about the relationship between them.
Suddenly, the elevator doors opened.
Qiao Mu suddenly regained consciousness, thinking of Yao Shu, she immediately rushed out of the elevator and ran to the hotel room.
I didn't wait for the man's answer, but I felt disappointed.
But Qiao Mu didn't notice. At the moment she turned and ran away, Li Yan's thin lips moved slightly, and the words that were about to be spoken stopped abruptly.
Looking at the petite figure, Li Yan's eyes darkened, and he shook his head helplessly. He stepped out of the elevator after a while and followed behind her.
Is it in the heart of this little thing that other people's things are always more important than his?
Qiao Mu found the room where Yao Shu was, but saw a group of people around the door, looking at the room with different eyes.
Qiao Mu hurriedly rushed over and heard the people around him discussing: "How can such a young girl cut her wrists to commit suicide? What is the hurdle!"
"If it weren't for the hotel attendant, no one would have noticed it."
"The young people nowadays have too poor psychological quality. They have to die for every little thing, and use life as a trifling matter!"
Qiao Mu stared in amazement, cut his wrist and committed suicide? !
Turning his head and looking into the room, he was surprised to see Yao Shu lying in a piece of blood, his face pale as paper, lying motionless there.
The white towel wrapped around her wrist has been dyed blood red.
Qiao Mu felt his head dizzy for a while, his legs felt weak, one could not stand firmly, and he staggered forward.
Li Yan stood behind Qiao Mu, took a look at the room, and then held her in his arms.
His broad shoulders blocked her sight, and she was not allowed to see this picture.
The medical staff rushed in with a stretcher. A group of people carried Yao Shu into the car. Qiao Mu quickly stepped forward and grabbed a doctor, "Is she okay?"
The doctor’s voice was unfeeling:
A delay of one second may be life-threatening for her, please don’t hinder our work.

Qiao Mu weakly leaned on Li Yan's chest. If she realized that the person with Yao Shu was not Han Su, let Yao Shu recognize the facts earlier, maybe things would not develop to this point.
Li Yan patted Qiao Mu's back lightly, and a low voice rang in her ears, with a touch of comfort: "It's okay."
The simple three words made Qiaomu feel more at ease.
That night, Yao Shu was rescued in the hospital and his life was not in danger.
Excessive blood loss resulted in a coma. Miraculously, her child still has vital signs.
Qiao Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't know whether this child was happy or sad for Yao Shu.
After tossing all night, Qiao Mu almost collapsed.
On the way back, Qiao Mu leaned limply on the seat, all his strength was taken away.
Suddenly, he kept his big hand on Qiao Mu's head and rubbed it gently.
Qiao Mu raised his head and met the man's sight, his bottomless black eyes seemed to draw her in.