Chapter 957 The Fog Is Rising

Chapter 957 The fog gradually arises

In the ward on the top floor of the small building, there are always many people around the bed. Even if there are no outsiders visiting, there are still doctors and special nurses around him who are always taking care of him. Man Xiaotian was also wearing a white coat and had been waiting beside the hospital bed. He didn't know what formula he and Dean Ma had discussed. The old man slept longer and longer every day, but there was no pain. The reaction, sometimes when I wake up, is to call my grandson and great-grandson to accompany me.

Xiao Longlong was also very well-behaved. Sometimes he would hold the grandfather's hand and sit there for more than half an hour. This was pitiful for a child who was only a little over four years old. Even when he was naughty by nature, he was already so sensible.

Today is the thirteenth day that Mr. Liu miraculously survived, the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month.

The 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month is known as the Xiaonian Festival among the people, and it is a festival to worship the Kitchen Lord. Legend has it that this great god will ascend to heaven today and report to heaven all the good and evil deeds done by people in the past year. In order to hope that the god will be merciful, many people will sacrifice meat, wine and food on this day, hoping that he will go to heaven to say good things and return to the palace to bring good luck.

However, the number "13" is regarded as an unlucky number by some Western countries and nations. Greek mythology says that at the banquet of Hafra, 12 gods were present. During the banquet, an uninvited guest - Loki, the god of trouble and noise, suddenly came in. The intrusion of this 13th visitor caused the death of Bert, who was favored by the gods.

Another more widely circulated theory is that Jesus had a dinner with his disciples before his death. The 13th person who attended the dinner was Judas, a disciple of Jesus. It was this Judas who betrayed Jesus to the Jewish authorities for 30 silver coins, causing Jesus to be tortured. There were 13 people participating in the Last Supper. The date of the dinner coincided with the 13th. "13" brought suffering and misfortune to Jesus. Since then, "13" has been considered a symbol of misfortune, so "13" has become the most taboo number in the Western world.

Because of the taboo, Westerners do everything possible to avoid contact with "13". In the Netherlands, it is difficult for people to find Building 13 and the house number 13. They replaced the number 13 with "12a". You won't find 13 rows or 13 seats in British theaters. The French are smart, and there is usually a pedestrian passage between rows 12 and 14 of the theater. In addition, people are taboo about traveling on the 13th, and even more taboo about dining with 13 people at the same table. 13 courses is even more unacceptable.

It is from this idea that many high-rise buildings do not have a 13th floor. The elevator takes passengers past the 12th floor to the 14th floor.

Of course, all this can only be a legend. So many people have misunderstood and hated "Thirteen" for thousands of years, which makes this helpless number aggrieved.

However, when he woke up early this morning, Zhao Jianhui felt very uneasy. Long Lingyun saw that he was dazed just after he got up. He very considerately stretched out his hand to test his temperature on his forehead. When he felt that there was nothing abnormal, he walked out and brought a glass of boiled water with honey: "Don't smoke so many cigarettes." Come on, drink a glass of water to moisten your lungs..."

Zhao Jianhui sat quietly on the bed, looking in the direction of the door with deep eyes. Long Lingyun knew that under this man's strong appearance, he had a tender yet fragile heart, and at this moment, he was afraid that this heart might have been broken. In the bathroom last night, she clearly heard Zhao Jianhui put down his disguise and cried bitterly. Naturally, she felt that she and Longlong should be with him so that Zhao Jianhui's grief could be greatly alleviated.

She held the cup persistently and stood next to Zhao Jianhui. She waited until he reached out to take it and then said lightly: "I took Ye Qiuyu and the others over to see grandpa this morning. After all, the children are all close relatives of the Liu family. flesh and blood……"

Looking at her thin but still fresh and bright face, Zhao Jianhui drank up the honey water in the quilt in one gulp. When Long Lingyun reached out to take the cup, he hugged her into his arms: "Thank you. Your generosity, Long Lingyun, now I know that marrying you was the wisest and most correct choice in my life!"

Long Lingyun struggled twice, but couldn't break away from Zhao Jianhui's strong arm. She couldn't help but stretched out her fist and hammered Zhao Jianhui's back hard. The small fist fell like raindrops, and the wailing sound could be heard in the room. : "Do you think I'm so good? If it weren't for my son, I wouldn't want to talk to you. Maybe, this is my fate. Who made me fall in love with you in the first place..."

Before she could finish her words, her lips were already sealed by Zhao Jianhui's lips. The next moment, Zhao Jianhui's hand had already reached in along the opening of her pajamas. Immediately afterwards, Zhao Jianhui's hand followed the edge of the elastic band and grabbed her black lace, which fell to her ankles.

Before Long Lingyun had time to scream, he had already pulled her left leg out, squeezed his right leg between her twisted thighs, inserted his thigh between her legs side by side, and pressed against her with his left foot. She bent her right ankle with her right foot, lowered her body, and pushed herself hard on the big bed next to her. As soon as she was short, she was pushed onto the bed by him, and her two snow-white legs were completely separated by Zhao Jianhui.

Looking at Zhao Jianhui's slightly red eyes and the ferocious face, Long Lingyun was not struggling. She knew that the suppressed pain in this man's heart was on the verge of exploding.

Zhao Jianhui pulled her waist towards the edge of the bed and bent her knees slightly. When the familiar fullness filled her, Long Lingyun opened her mouth slightly and couldn't help but let out a sigh of "Yeah".

Zhao Jianhui held her high legs tightly, and pounded her body again and again crazily. Long Lingyun's hands held her tighter and tighter. Following Zhao Jianhui's rhythm, she trembled when he thrust in, then relaxed, and then trembled again...

She began to make unclear sounds: "No... I... Stop for a while... OK... I feel so uncomfortable, I'm dying... Don't move, I'm dying..."

It was unknown how long it had been, but Zhao Jianhui's movements were getting faster and faster. Long Lingyun almost had no strength to make any sound. Only low moans and rapid gasps were left in her half-open mouth. Her thighs contracted rhythmically again and again as if cramping. On her two pairs of feet, the ten delicate toes like tender green onions were tightly together, and the toes were straight, constantly drawing regular circles on Zhao Jianhui's shoulders...

In the outer room of the ward suite. A middle-aged nurse in her forties wearing a white nurse uniform was sitting on the sofa, carefully checking the medicines in the medicine box. She had fair skin and a beautiful face. When she saw Dean Ma coming over, she quickly stood up and greeted him. Dean Ma nodded slightly. This nurse was the head nurse of the department and an advanced worker of the general hospital for several consecutive years. She was conscientious and responsible in her work and extremely careful. When the hospital discussed the resident nurses, almost everyone thought she was the best candidate.

And at this time, being able to pass the review and stay in the ward of Mr. Liu to nurse would undoubtedly be a very valuable spiritual wealth.

"Who is in there?" Dean Ma pointed to the inner room of the suite, and his voice was very low.

"The little leader and the general secretary." The head nurse also answered carefully, and Dean Ma said "oh". The people in the medical team are already accustomed to calling Mr. Liu's grandson the little leader, and Dean Ma knows this. Therefore, when he heard the head nurse say that it was the little leader inside, he immediately knew who was inside.

In the past few days, the people who came and went were all the most powerful people in the country. Therefore, although the General Secretary's third visit was a bit surprising, it did not cause Dean Ma much surprise. So he sat down in the outer room, preparing his words and thinking about how to respond when the General Secretary came out to ask about Mr. Liu's condition. This has almost become a routine. Every visitor who comes out of the ward always asks him about Mr. Liu's condition.

However, this time, he sat in the outer room for a full hour, and the person inside did not come out, which surprised him. The door of the inner room was closed tightly, with good sealing performance, not to mention the sound insulation effect. Even if you sit by the door, you can't hear what the people inside say.

The lounge next to the ward suite was filled with people, but strangely, none of the second generation of the Liu family showed up today. The women inside were headed by Long Lingyun, Gan Xiaojing, Ye Qiuyu, Dongfang Wenjing, Zhao Xiaoting, Pan Feifei, Xu Manli, You Xiaoran, Yang Dandan, Liu Juan, Meilin, Yang Shanshan, Fu Di, Yuan Yiyi, Louise Polly, Dafeng, Erfeng, Xiangcaoer, Yang Xueying and other women were all here.

What surprised the other women the most was that there was a very unfamiliar face inside. Zhou Wanyi sat quietly on the sofa near the inside and didn't talk to anyone. The other sofas, wooden chairs, and small mazas were all full. But no one spoke, the atmosphere was very depressing, and only a slight breathing sound could be heard.

Originally, Long Lingyun brought these women and children to see Mr. Liu, but he didn't know that the general secretary came just as he and Zhao Jianhui arrived. It took nearly two hours to go in. No one knew why the General Secretary stayed in the ward for such a long time this time. Gan Xiaojing and Liu Juan couldn't help but guess in their hearts, what did the General Secretary and my man talk about in there?

"Sister Gan, what do you think the General Secretary talked about with him in there?" Liu Juan asked Gan Xiaojing in a low voice.

Gan Xiaojing shook her head gently. Zhao Jianhui shouldered too much. No matter what, the death of Mr. Liu will eventually rewrite the political map of the top level, and the domestic political arena will inevitably reappear a short political reorganization. The peripheral personnel of the Liu family may still become popular at this time, but the core layer of the Liu family is bound to be shaken.

What the ending will be, can only be seen clearly after the fog is cleared. What will happen now, only God knows.

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