"What are you worried about? You're afraid that I'll commit suicide. Don't worry, I won't do it. Let's go quickly. I have to explain it to him properly. I won't have a chance when the makeup artist comes."

"Qingyang, we also want to talk to the boss." Zhao Feng also stood up.

"What the hell do you want to do? Get out of here. I just want to have a conversation with Chen Long, can't you? Get out of here. Do you hear me clearly?"

Unexpectedly, Qingyang suddenly yelled like crazy and called the three people outside, who were frightened. After that, Qingyang closed the door of the morgue with a loud "thud".

Zhao Feng wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Zheng Shuang.[

"There is still more time, so let her calm down first. It can be seen that she is no worse sad than any of us. We will wait here for now."

Zhao Feng looked at Zheng Shuang and could only agree sadly. Tears flowed down again. Did Chen Long really leave them like this?

Zheng Shuang pulled the stool to Chen Long's side and sat down. She had already pulled off all the cloth covering Chen Long's body and dropped it to the ground.

Chen Long's upper body was naked, and his lower body was not much better. The tight-fitting night clothes had been riddled with scratches, and the injured areas were bloody and shocking.

Qingyang slowly touched the wounds on Chen Long's body. There were too many. Who is this? Who would deal with Chen Long like this? You can imagine how many people attacked Chen Long at that time.

"Hey, Brother Long, now I can finally call you this. Do you like to hear it? Look at what you have done to yourself. You are a handsome man with a face like a pig's head. Come on, I Give you a good wipe."

Qingyang was still wearing the same pink pajamas, with disheveled hair, completely losing her previous innocent look, like a crazy woman whose husband had just died.

"Look here, does it hurt? If this guy hits me, don't you know how to hide? Aren't you usually fast enough? Why are you so slow to react? You must be thinking about other things. Could you be thinking about me? Woolen cloth?"

Qingyang touched the spot on Chen Long's shoulder where the quilt had been directly penetrated. The blood had already condensed together. It was obvious that the wound was a long crack.

"How come these legs are tied like this? Doesn't it hurt? I'll untie them for you and make you feel more comfortable, okay?"

Qingyang touched it slowly, and her heart ached terribly every time she touched it. The tears were like big pearls, and they never stopped flowing down.

Qingyang looked at the area on Chen Long's thigh where he was tied up with clothes. It was really miserable.

Qingyang was pulled by Chen Long, but because Chen Long tied it too tightly, Qingyang couldn't untie it at all.

"Hey, look at it, I'm sweating profusely. Brother Long, do you think you can bear it? If you were here, would you let me do such a heavy job? Definitely not, right?"

Qingyang was alone there, talking to herself. This was her. She felt that she had not been able to be alone with Chen Long for a long time. She put aside her happiness and talked. Now she is fine. She doesn't have to. No matter what happens.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside. Qingyang turned around and asked cautiously, as if he was a thief being discovered.

"Who? What's the matter? Didn't you tell me not to disturb me?"

"I, I am the makeup artist invited. I said a dead man asked me to come and do his makeup."

"You're the damned one. Can you speak? Do you need to be beaten?" Before Qingyang could get angry, the people outside couldn't help it anymore. Zhao Feng had already begun to curse.[

Qingyang opened the door. The makeup artist was a woman of about thirty years old. She was very fashionable in clothes and quite beautiful.

Hey, I just can’t understand the profession of people in this world. Such a beautiful woman likes to deal with dead people all day long. Will she be scared when she sees Chen Long’s look?

"Okay, come in and make yourself look nice. I don't want him to be so ugly."

On the contrary, Qingyang has been the calmest one since Chen Long left until now, as if Chen Long really has nothing to do with her.

"Yes, yes, don't worry. I am the dedicated makeup artist of this hospital. I will definitely do a very good job."

When the makeup artist saw someone saving him, Zhao Feng raised his hand and wanted to hit the makeup artist's hand. After Qingyang said such a simple sentence, he put it down with all his strength. Tears were still flowing. Zhao Feng himself I don't know what else I can do now besides shed tears.

What else can they do for the boss who lives and dies with them?

At this time, Zhao Feng's cell phone rang. Wiping his tears, he quickly took it out and looked at it, "It's Li Weiming calling."

Zhao Feng was also seeking Qingyang's opinion on whether he should tell them about Chen Long's death. You know, Sun Tiansheng had a very hot temper. If he really knew that something had happened to Chen Long, he might not know. Butterfly would He was killed on the spot.

"Give it to me." Of course Qingyang knew what Zhao Feng meant by asking her.

Zhao Feng had no intention of rejecting Qingyang's instruction and immediately handed over his phone.

Zhao Feng, Zheng Shuang and Zhuge Liuyun were all looking at Qingyang very nervously at this time. This Qingyang acted too calmly, so calm that it was a bit scary. They didn't know how Qingyang would give him. Sun Tiansheng and the others talked about how they would arrange the butterflies.

Zhao Feng and the others felt that Butterfly deserved death. If it weren't for her, the boss wouldn't have left like this. Even if it really had nothing to do with her, the cause of this incident was still because of her.

"Hello, I'm Qingyang."

"Miss Qingyang, is the boss awake?" Li Weiming also felt that something was wrong, and only after Sun Tiansheng's repeated requests did he make this call.

Sun Tiansheng had already thrown the butterfly on the sofa, and quickly beat it over. He put his ear against Li Weiming's phone, just to hear with his own ears that Chen Long had woken up.

Like everyone before, they felt that Chen Long would be fine even if he was seriously injured this time. In their minds, Chen Long was a god and no one could take him away. If he wants to leave this world, it's only if he doesn't want to live anymore.

No, it’s not okay if he doesn’t want to live. Just like a few times before, when Chen Long was drunk and wanted to commit suicide, weren’t his brothers also able to pull him back from the point of death? Therefore, they have always believed that, Chen Long will be fine this time too.

"Cough cough cough~~~" Qingyang cleared her throat. From the time they got along until now, she had already felt the affection between this group of people and Chen Long. She really didn't want to tell them about Chen Long's death.
Chapter completed!