The next day, the President's Office of Fengshen Group.

Mo Yan knocked in and walked in, looked at Feng Yu at the desk and lowered his eyes and said, "President, I received a call from the detention center saying that Miss An committed suicide last night."

Feng Yu paused his hand holding the pen, and a slight fluctuation flashed through his black eyes, and he asked, "Are you saved?"

"The rescue is timely, and now there is no life-threatening now." After saying that, Mo Yan paused and asked, "President, do you want to go and have a look?"

Feng Yu didn't say anything, what tricks does this woman want to play?

He opened his mouth and wanted to say no, but her earnest face appeared in his mind. She said that he had not hurt Feng Ning.

Dingdong, a document sent by the hospital interrupted his thoughts, which contained the surveillance video of the ward on the day of the incident.

Feng Yu looked at the video silently, the deepness in his eyes became colder and colder. The pen in his hand broke. He sneered and said a few times: "Very good, very good!"

Her cold eyes reflected the scene in the surveillance camera, frozen in the scene where An Lan stabbed Feng Ning with a knife. Feng Yu could see her twist clearly.

Feng Yu looked up at Mo Yan, with a solemn aura all over his body, and said coldly: "Still instruct An Lan to murder on purpose, I want her to be sent to prison as quickly as possible!"

Mo Yan's expression had not changed. After responding, he was about to turn around and leave. Feng Yu's cold voice floated from behind.

"Tell her that if she dares to commit suicide, An Zhongjie will definitely die sooner than her!"

Mo Yan took the order and left, while An Lan on the other side had just woken up and found himself lying in the hospital.

Looking at the pale around her, she smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "An Lan, why are you not dead yet?"

"It's not that easy to die!" A sarcastic voice came from outside the door. Mailinlin raised her head proudly and looked at her with contempt.

When An Lan saw her, her eyes were filled with hatred and she stared at her coldly, wishing she could pounce on her and tear off her human skin.

Mailinlin didn't care about her hatred at all, and Shi Shiran sat down, pulled her scarred hand, and said, "It's so pitiful. I was tortured like this as soon as I got in. I'm really worried about you, what should I do in the next day?"

An Lan pulled her hand back and gritted her teeth and said, "Your plan will not succeed! As long as Feng Yu checked the hospital's surveillance, he would know that I was innocent!"

"Surveillance, are you talking about this?" Mailinlin took out her phone with a smile and clicked on the picture above to show An Lan.

When An Lan saw that "he" raised his knife and stabbed Feng Ning, she widened her eyes in surprise and snatched the phone and said incredibly: "No, it's not like this! How could... Mailinlin, is it your fault again?"

"If this is not the case, how can you be forced into a desperate situation? I paid this woman specifically to make her have plastic surgery like you to act. The price I paid is quite high!"

An Lan was so angry that she waved her hand to slap Mailin in the face. She grabbed her and pushed her hard, and fell on the hospital bed in a mess.

"Mailinlin, you are so poisonous! I swear, I will make you repay a hundred times a thousand times when you have the chance!"

Mailinlin laughed smugly when she heard this, pinched her chin and said viciously: "I'm afraid you will never have this chance in your life! Feng Yu has already found a relationship, and you will be sent to prison for murder. When you have the life to come out, come and talk to me!"

As she said that, she stood up with her plump buttocks twisted, looked at An Lan with sympathy, and said, "By the way, I forgot to tell you! Feng Yu said, "You must live well. If you dare to commit suicide again, your good brother An Zhongjie will definitely die earlier than you!"

Mailinlin left proudly, An Lan sat on the hospital bed and looked out the window with a blank expression, tears slid across her pale cheeks.

......

After staying in the hospital for a few days, An Lan was determined to have committed intentional homicide at a speed of lightning speed. She was immediately sent to a high wall and began a three-year torture.

Compared to the "treatment" received in the high wall, the detention center's greeting can only be considered a piece of cake.

As An Lan stepped into the iron gate, her eyes were staring at her weak sheep, like a wolf.

"No..." Along with An Lan's shrill cry, she was dragged into the bathroom, leaving a long trace on the ground, which was her futile struggle.

As the days passed, An Lan began to struggle and resist. After being tortured even more, she began to learn to be numb and obedient, as if she had lost her soul.

The only thing that made her feel that she was still alive was her brother whose life was hanging in her hands.

Only when she lives can he live.

When she dies, An’s family will be truly defeated!

Time passed quickly. When An Lan scored the wall in the bathroom, the prison guard suddenly opened the iron door, looked at her coldly and said, "52684, you can get out of prison!"

An Lan looked at her lips opening and closing in a daze. The strong tinnitus made her unable to hear the prison guards' words, but just looked at her blankly.

Finally, she was supported by the prison guard and sent out of the door. The moment the cold rain hit her body, she suddenly came to her senses.

He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, then turned his head to look at the closed door.

She murmured, her voice hoarse: "I'm out?"

A black umbrella covered her head. She looked at the other person barely for a long time before she suddenly remembered who this person was.

"Mo...Mo Yan." The voice was so light that it seemed that I couldn't hear it at all.

Mo Yan nodded slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed across his formulaic face. He could not overlap the thin and treacherous woman in front of him with the gorgeous beauty in his memory.

After he was slightly stunned, he coughed lightly and said, "Miss An, the President is waiting for you."

An Lan didn't know if she heard it. Her slow nerves felt two cold gazes looking at her, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the source of her eyes. A black car parked not far away.

There was no trace of a person seen in the closed car window, but she could just feel the man's biting eyes, so cold, ruthless, and so scary.

She subconsciously avoided the look and turned around to walk in the other direction. Her cold and low voice clearly reached his ears through the rain curtain.

"I guess you don't want An Zhongjie's life, either."

Her whole body trembled, and her cold words were like a snake letter from a poisonous snake, which scared her so much that she didn't dare to take another step.

An Lan took a deep breath and turned around stiffly to the car. Feng Yu's tall figure was hidden in the darkness, and the glimmer of light shone on his three-dimensional side face, outlining an extremely cold curve.

An Lan sat in uneasy and saw the familiar handsome face at first sight. The hidden memories surged into her heart like sea water. She couldn't help but clench her fists, and her short nails pierced into her flesh.

Over the past three years, all the torture and humiliation have come to my mind. She remembered the days when she was tortured but did not dare to commit suicide lightly because of his words.
Chapter completed!