Song Zhiyuan understands Su Mujun.

She wanted to apologize not because she wanted peace of mind before she died, but because she was a mother, she wanted to do something for her daughter before she died.

This heart is good.

But why did she help her?

Listening to Su Mujun's urging on the other end of the phone, Song Zhiyuan ignored it and hung up the phone directly.

In the ward, Su Mujun was stunned for a while when she heard the busy sound coming from her ears.

Song Zhiyuan, how dare she hung up her phone?

Without breathing up, Su Mujun vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted when his eyes rolled.

The monitor next to it immediately made a harsh alarm sound of "Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip-

The doctors and nurses came in a group and quickly put an oxygen mask on her for rescue.

Everyone worked hard for an afternoon before finally pulling Su Mujun back from the brink of death.

The first thing she did when she woke up was to send a text message to Song Zhiyuan.

[If you don't want your mother to be a murderer to be exposed, come and see me.]

"Are she crazy? She is so sick that she is almost dying, and she is still trying to die?" Xia Xingluo smiled angry when he heard Song Zhiyuan say she was going to see Su Mujun.

Song Zhiyuan was carrying a necklace that matched her clothes. When she heard this, she was silent for a few seconds. "Some people, even if they die, turn into ashes in the ground, will disgust you from time to time."

She looked at it and chose a style that was not ostentatious, but was better than the exquisite silver diamond necklace.

Su Mujun has always looked down on diamonds less than three carats, saying that they are worthless and cannot be on the table.

I just don’t know if Mrs. Zhou, who used to be more arrogant than others, now I regret doing things too well before.

So much so that she was seriously ill and hospitalized. None of the friends who used to go to the hospital for a visit.

When she heard that Song Zhiyuan was here to visit the hospital, the nurse was stunned for a few seconds before she realized, "Ms. Su, right? She lives in Ward 1808 on the 18th floor, and I'll take you there."

Song Zhiyuan curled her lips slightly, "Thank you."

In the elevator, the nurse couldn't help but glance at Song Zhiyuan for a few more times and said caringly, "Are you Ms. Su's relative? She suddenly vomited blood yesterday, and the situation was not very good."

"Is that right?" Song Zhiyuan lowered her eyes, and there was no sign of too much expression on her cold face.

The nurse immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing and smiled and said nothing.

After leaving the elevator, Song Zhiyuan walked towards the ward gracefully in her high heels under her feet.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, a light flashed in Su Mujun's eyes, who was lying on the hospital bed, and she forced herself to sit up and look at the door.

She thought that the six months after Song Zhiyuan left Zhou Qichuan, she must have lived in regret every day and regretted not divorced her son.

How could a person as outstanding as her son not cry every day without tears?

The moment the door opened, the pride on Su Mujun's face disappeared completely.

Not only was Song Zhiyuan not only not as haggard and depressed as she imagined, but her complexion was rosy and her skin was as tender as if she could pinch it out of water.

How is this possible?

Looking at Su Mujun's eyes wide open in disbelief, Song Zhiyuan curled her lips, "Mrs. Zhou, long time no see."

Looking at her bright smile, Su Mujun felt a dull pain in her heart, and she pointed her finger at her tremblingly, "You've hooked up with my son again, right?"

Song Zhiyuan wanted to say yes, and she was so angry that she was so angry that she didn't want to lie.

When she heard that there was no, Su Mujun suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "It's better if there's no."

After not seeing her for half a year, she had long lost her momentum when she was domineering to others. She lost a lot of weight, her hair was dry and her face turned gray.

Even with expensive drugs, she was tortured by the disease and lost half her life.

Song Zhiyuan knew that Su Mujun had not had much time left.

"What are you going to pursue Zhiqing's affairs?" Su Mujun suddenly asked weakly.

Song Zhiyuan, "Dispose according to law."

Su Mujun's mood just calmed down

, angry again, "Song Zhiyuan, how could you be so vicious? You have been her sister-in-law for three years."

vicious?

Song Zhiyuan laughed, "I forgot if Mrs. Zhou doesn't say it. It turns out that Zhou Zhiqing is still my sister-in-law."

She and Zhou Qichuan have been married for more than three years, but she has never heard of a word from her sister-in-law.

Perhaps thinking of this, Su Mujun made a mistake and changed her words, "She is still young and has a little impulsive work, but she is not a bad boy in nature."

Yes, the essence is not bad, and if you come to the door to ask for help, you will be directly attacked.

Song Zhiyuan was really curious about how she became a mother. In order to please her stepson, she watched her daughter be raising her.z.br

Seeing that she didn't speak, Su Mujun thought she was soft-hearted and hurriedly said, "As long as you issue a letter of understanding, Zhiqing doesn't need to be jailed."

"Why should I do this?" Song Zhiyuan asked.

Su Mujun was stunned by the question, and after a while he realized, he said angrily, "She is still a child, you--"

"She is three years older than me." Song Zhiyuan kindly reminded.

If it weren't for her child, she would have forgotten that Zhou Qichuan and Zhou Zhiqing were twins.

A twenty-nine-year-old, with higher education, will not even understand the simple truth that it takes a price to break the law.

So, she deserves it.

"So what's wrong?" Su Mujun didn't feel anything at all. He asked with a gloomy face, "Don't you agree?"

Song Zhiyuan nodded and asked before she got angry, "Do you think that if you release the information in your hands, others will think that my mother is a murderer and then engage in online violence?"

Before she came, Su Mujun really thought so.

But now she saw that Song Zhiyuan was not afraid at all, and suddenly changed her mind.

She softened her tone and said, "After all, we have a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and of course we can't take our own affairs outside to talk about them."

Song Zhiyuan nodded, as if she thought what she said made sense.

Before Su Mujun was happy, she suddenly laughed and said sarcastically, "Do you think you are the noble Mrs. Zhou before?"

Su Mujun's face changed slightly, "What do you mean?"

"If you can spread those information, I will lose if you can spread it." Song Zhiyuan curled her lips and smiled innocently.

Su Mujun decided that she was forced to do so, and picked up the mobile phone at the head of the bed and sent out the prepared information.

Song Zhiyuan did not come forward to stop him, but only reminded him, "Your son's 800 billion is still in my hands. Do you think this money can be bought for Zhou Zhiqing's life? "

As Su Mujun looked at her as if she had seen a ghost, she added, "By the way, if not enough, I still have Xunke."

He did not sign the gift contract she gave to Zhou Qichuan at all, so now Xunke is still in her hands.

"You're talking nonsense!" Su Mujun was almost angry and shivered and wanted to call Zhou Qichuan to confirm.

Suddenly, she stopped moving and looked at the direction behind Song Zhiyuan without blinking.
Chapter completed!