The next day, the office of the president of Feng Group.

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

Feng Yu's hand holding the pen paused, a slight fluctuation flashed through his black eyes, and he asked: "Have you been rescued?"

"The rescue was timely and there is no danger of life now." After Mo Yan finished speaking, he paused and asked, "President, do you want to go take a look?"

Feng Yu was silent, what kind of trick did this woman want to play?

He opened his mouth to speak, but her sincere face appeared in his mind. She said that she had not hurt Feng Ning.

Ding dong, a document sent from the hospital interrupted his thoughts. It contained the surveillance video of the ward on the day of the incident.

Feng Yu watched the video in silence, the depth in his eyes becoming colder and colder. The pen in his hand broke, and he sneered and said several times: "Very good, very good!"

His cold eyes reflected the scene on the surveillance camera, freezing on the scene where An Lan stabbed Feng Ning with a knife. Feng Yu could clearly see her distortion.

Feng Yu raised his eyes and looked at Mo Yan, with a murderous air all over his body, and said in a cold voice: "Go on, An Lan committed murder intentionally, and I want her to be sent to prison as quickly as possible!"

Mo Yan's expression did not change. He responded and was about to turn around and leave. Feng Yu's cold voice came from behind.

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

Mo Yan took the order and left, while An Lan just woke up and found himself lying in the hospital.

Looking at the paleness around her, she smiled mockingly and said, "An Lan, why aren't you dead yet?"

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

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

Mai Linlin didn't care about her hatred. Shi Shiran sat down, took her scarred hand, and said: "It's so pitiful. You were tortured like this just after you entered. I'm really worried about you. The next days should be...

what to do?"

An Lan withdrew his hand and gritted his teeth: "Your plot will not succeed! As long as Feng Yu checks the hospital's surveillance, he will know that I am innocent!"

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

When An Lan saw 'himself' raising a knife to stab Feng Ning, his eyes widened in surprise, he grabbed the phone and said in disbelief: "No, that's not the case! How could... Mai Linlin,

Is it your fault again?"

"If not, how can I force you into a desperate situation? I paid for this woman to have plastic surgery to look like you to act in a play. The price I paid is not small!"

An Lan was so angry that she waved her hand and wanted to slap Mai Linlin, but she grabbed her and pushed her hard, causing her to fall onto the hospital bed in embarrassment.

"Mai Linlin, you are too poisonous! I swear, if I have the chance, I will make you pay back a hundred times a thousand times!"

Mai Linlin laughed proudly after hearing 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 soon be sent to prison for murder.

, when you get out of your life, come to me and say harsh words to me again!"

As she said that, she stood up with her hips twisted, looked at An Lan with sympathetic eyes, and said, "By the way, I forgot to tell you! Feng Yu said that you must live well. If you dare to commit suicide again, what will happen to you?"

My good brother An Zhongjie will definitely die earlier than you!"

Mai Linlin left triumphantly, and An Lan sat on the hospital bed and looked out the window blankly, tears streaking down her pale cheeks.

...

After An Lan stayed in the hospital for a few days, she was found guilty of attempted intentional homicide at lightning speed, and was immediately executed and sent to a high wall, beginning her three-year torment.

Compared with the 'treatment' received within the high walls, the greetings received in the detention center can only be regarded as a piece of cake.

From the moment An Lan stepped into the iron gate, wolf-like and tiger-like eyes were fixed on her, a weak sheep.

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

As the days passed, An Lan struggled and resisted at first, but after being tortured even more miserably, he began to learn to be numb and obedient, like a puppet who had lost his soul.

The only thing that makes her feel that she is still alive is her brother whose life hangs in her hands.

If she lives, he can live.

If she dies, the An family will truly be in ruins!

Time passed quickly. When An Lan scratched the wall of the bathroom, the prison guard suddenly opened the iron door, looked at her coldly and said: "52684, you can be released from prison!"

An Lan looked at her opening and closing lips in a daze. The strong ringing in her ears made it impossible for her to hear the prison guard's words, and she just looked at her blankly.

Finally, she was helped out of the gate by the prison guards. The moment the cold rain hit her body, she suddenly came back to her senses.

He looked up at the dark cloudy sky, then turned back at the closed door.

She murmured in a hoarse voice: "Am I out?"

A black umbrella covered her head. She looked at him blankly for a long time before suddenly remembering who this person was.

"Mo...Mo Yan." The voice was so soft that it seemed like you couldn't hear it at all.

Mo Yan nodded slightly, a trace of surprise flashed across his formal face. He could not put the skinny, dying woman in front of him with the unparalleled beauty in his memory.

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

An Lan didn't know if she heard it. Her sluggish nerves felt that there were two cold and stern eyes looking at her. She subconsciously turned her head to look at the source of the eyes. A black car was parked not far away.

No one could be seen through the closed windows, but she could feel the person's piercing eyes, so cold, so ruthless, so scary.

She subconsciously avoided that look, turned around and wanted to walk in another direction. The cold, low voice reached his ears clearly through the rain curtain.

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

She trembled all over, and her cold words were like a poisonous snake's message, scaring her so much that she didn't dare to take another step.

An Lan took a deep breath, turned stiffly and walked to the car. Feng Yu's tall figure was hidden in the darkness, and the dim light shone on his three-dimensional profile, outlining an extremely cold arc.

An Lan sat down anxiously. When she saw that familiar handsome face, the deep-hidden memories came to her heart like sea water. She couldn't help but clench her fists and pierce her flesh with her short nails.

All the torture and humiliation in the past three years came to mind. She thought of the days when she was tortured but did not dare to commit suicide because of his words.
Chapter completed!