I don't deserve your love

Chapter 1333 She Said He Was A Murderer

"Any other way, do you think I would treat her like this?"

Fu Yanye's throat was a little itchy.

Ouyang Ping listened to his voice, looked into his wet eyes, and then slowly regained her senses, then turned to look at the person on the bed, but still couldn't help crying.

They have all grown up for a long time, and she has long forgotten what it is like to shed tears.

She sat in front of the hospital bed, raised her hand and gently stroked Zhuo Jian's face.

Zhuo Jian felt a temperature different from her own, a little cool, her eyelashes moved, and when she woke up again, a hoarse voice asked her: "Who are you?"

"Ah Jian, I'm your sister Pingping."

Ouyang Ping said softly.

"Sister Pingping? He is a murderer."

Zhuo Jian couldn't remember, but when she saw Fu Yanye, she couldn't help saying this.

Ouyang Ping turned to look at Fu Yanye, and then at her, "How could he be a murderer? He is your husband."

"He's not my husband, and I'm not Zhuo Jian."

"..."

Ouyang Ping was startled, but soon came back to her senses, Li Yuqing told her about Zhuo Jian's situation, "He is your husband, the father of your four children."

"He's not. I have a husband, but he killed me. Can you let me leave him? I want to go back, I want to go back and see my husband."

Tears kept falling, she said.

"That person is the real murderer. I'm a lawyer. Don't you believe me?"

"lawyer?"

"Yeah, I'm a lawyer, and I have the proof of Reese's crime, which you found for me before."

"..."

Zhuo Jian had a headache again, she couldn't understand.

How could she do that kind of thing?

"Ah Jian, it was you who sent Reiss to the prison yourself, so you lost your memory and were brainwashed by him to become his beloved wife. It was all his conspiracy, and it was just his revenge on your husband and wife."

"..."

Zhuo Jian couldn't accept it, she didn't believe it.

"He is a very cold and arrogant person. If you are not his wife, he will not care about you at all."

Ouyang Ping told her again about Fu Yanye.

Zhuo Jian didn't believe it, "He is a murderer."

"He's not, Ah Jian, Fu Yanye, please go out first, I want to have a good talk with her."

Ouyang Ping turned her head to look at the person standing at the window and gave a very serious explanation.

Fu Yanye didn't say anything, turned and left the ward.

The door of the ward was closed, Ouyang Ping glanced at the door, and then at the person lying on the bed, she untied Zhuo Jian's hands and feet, "We grew up together, you used to be the person in our city. The happiest little princess, but your father suddenly committed suicide by jumping off the building that year. You thought he had violated the law. In fact, it was not. It was Rui Si who teamed up with another person who claimed to be your family friend and used you and your mother to force him to commit suicide by jumping off the building. .”

"..."

"Ah Jian, you have to receive treatment. You have to think about it. It's true and false, who is right and who is wrong, and who is the murderer. Naturally, you will know."

She seriously preached to Zhuo Jian.

"I take medicine regularly, but it doesn't help at all."

Zhuo Jian also thought, can think of something.

But these days, she was taking medicine, but it didn't work.

"The medicine you're taking, of course, won't work, because the medicine you're taking isn't treating amnesia at all."

"No? That's, what?"

She looked at the woman in the gray formal suit in front of her, and for some reason, she felt some respect.

"It's something you'll never remember again in your life."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at her in disbelief, and shook her head after a long time: "No, he wouldn't treat me like that."

"Cunning enemies often treat their enemies in the most unexpected ways. This is the case in the lawsuit I just finished. The bad guy raised the girl for 18 years and asked her to kill her own father."

"..."

Zhuo Jian still couldn't believe it, but what the person in front of him said seemed to really exist.

"Ah Jian, I guarantee you with my personality. As long as you receive treatment well, you will definitely get better. At that time, we will know who is the real murderer."

"No, I can't trust you."

She was already shaken, but she finally came to her senses, she couldn't just listen to what a stranger said.

"If not, then we will make an agreement."

"What agreement?"

"Six months."

"Six months?"

"You cooperate with the treatment within half a year, and if there is no effect after half a year, I will let you go."

"..."

It's hard not to be shaken.

As long as she stays here for half a year, can she leave?

"I can hand over the career that I regard as my life to you. If one of my words is false, you can report me to your superiors."

Ouyang Ping told her firmly.

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at her, and then fell into deep thought again.

I don't know how long it took, the snow outside was very thick, and the door of the ward was opened.

Fu Yanye's lonely figure standing by the wall, when he saw Ouyang Ping coming out, he felt more hopeful.

"how?"

He asked feebly.

"She is willing to cooperate with treatment, but she wants to go to Reese's funeral."

"..."

Fu Yanye fell silent.

"Fu Yanye, if you want her to have a little affection for you, at least you have to give and compromise with her."

Ouyang Ping reminded him.

"I told her."

Fu Yanye thought for a while, and pushed the door open again.

Ouyang Ping stood at the door, watched him go to the bed and sat in a chair, looked at Zhuo Jian's sick little face, "What if he is not dead?"

"not dead?"

"Can I make a phone call?"

"..."

Looking into his bottomless eyes, Zhuo Jian suddenly didn't know whether to promise him or not.

"You must be able to recognize that man's voice, can't you?"

Fu Yanye said again.

Zhuo Jian thought for a while and nodded.

Fu Yanye took out his mobile phone, and the screen of his mobile phone was still a group photo of them. Zhuo Jian looked down silently, and Fu Yanye dialed the number.

Waiting for the connection over there, he handed the phone to Zhuo Jian.

Zhuo Jian was a little cautious, took it slowly, and put it next to her ear, but still couldn't find her voice: "Hello?"

"Remember what I told you earlier? To live is to hope, and we will always meet again."

The beautiful English over there quickly made her burst into tears.

"I thought you were dead."

She couldn't help sobbing softly.

"Have you heard of cheating death?"

Ask her over there.

She nodded, and it took a while to remember that he couldn't see, so she hummed again.

Soon the other side hung up the phone, and she looked at Fu Yanye again, wiping her tears and returning the phone to him.

Fu Yanye looked at her crying so sadly: "Don't you ask him if he has ever done something sorry to you?"

"How did he make you trust him so much?"

Fu Yanye stared at her and continued to ask in a deep voice.