him like this, was taken aback. "President Fu, are you going to a meeting The meeting doesn't start for another hour.""Get out of here, I'm going to Jingzhou City for a few days."The assistant quickl...Chapter 1124 Xu Qinghuan Doesn't Want Fu Yan to Die

Fu Jiajia's words made Xu Qinghuan's whole body stiffen.

This kind of plot point...

It's very common.

She hadn't connected the dots because Fu Yan's mother had actually passed away during that period, and her passing was deeply intertwined with her own life. That's why it had been swept under the rug.

Seeing Xu Qinghuan remain silent, Fu Jiajia continued, "Think carefully, is there anything strange about Fu Yan Did he really get together with Qiao Xihe"

I only know that Fu Yan always goes to meet her. I've smelled Qiao Xi He's perfume on him, and then... Qiao Xi He was called alone into Fu Yan's office by him.

"You, my friend! You worry too much. Think about it carefully, aren't these things a bit strange"

"Hmm..."

Xu Qinghuan's heart was filled with indescribable feelings, very complex.

But!

She clearly knew she didn't want Fu Jiajia's words to be true.

Because if we follow Fu Jiajia's prediction of the truth, then Fu Yan Shi must have a very serious illness, one that cannot be cured!

Xu Qinghuan didn't want Fu Yan to die.

Even if it meant breaking up, even if he truly fell for someone else and abandoned himself completely, she would accept it. All she cared about was that he wasn't sick.

I'll go back and corner Zhou Szecheng again. The jerk won't tell me anything, but the more careful he is, the more it proves he knows everything!

"Mmm." Xu Qinghuan nodded. "You...could you help me check it out"

Fu Jiajia subconsciously reached out to hold her hand, only to find Xu Qinghuan's hand was ice cold.

... still trembling.

It was only at this moment that Fu Jiajia felt a pang of regret!

Before anything was confirmed, she shouldn't tell Xu Qinghuan! If Fu Yan was truly seriously ill, how could Xu Qinghuan bear it

"Huanhuan, don't be afraid! Things aren't settled yet. Maybe... maybe what I thought wasn't true at all!"

But Xu Qinghuan had completely frozen. She wasn't just feeling cold hands; now she felt like her blood was being frozen solid.

"When he was at the company, during a meeting, he fell ill and fainted. I saw it with my own eyes! Jiajia....I saw it with my own eyes! If this is true, I can't even imagine..."

Fu Jiajia quickly rubbed Xu Qinghuan's hands.

"Calm down! These are just guesses, Huahua. Don't scare me like that!"

Her face was now pale, and she looked as if her soul had been taken from her.

Heaven knows how regretful Fu Jiajia is that she couldn't keep it a secret! As soon as someone had a hunch, she rushed to tell them without thinking it through at all!

If Fu Yan was deliberately hiding something from Xu Qinghuan, it must be because Xu Qinghuan couldn't bear to know.

"I... I'm afraid..."

Xu Qinghuan looked up at Fu Jiajia, "I'm afraid, I'm really afraid! Fu Yan shi he can't, he won't have any terminal illness! He just got tired of me, he just fell in love with Qiao Xi He! Jiajia, tell me, he's just infatuated with someone else, it's not because of anything else!"

Fu Jiajia quickly went to gently pat her back, she was also very anxious.

"Yes! It's just a guess. I thought about it again, and I don't think it's likely! How could it be such a coincidence His mother just passed away, and he found out he had a terminal illness, it's impossible! Didn't you also go to the hospital Did the doctor say what Fu Yan Shi's illness was"

"The doctor said they couldn't figure it out, it must just be a psychological illness."

"Look! The doctor said so! That's what I get for making wild guesses with my broken mouth!" Fu Jiajia hurriedly found tissues for Xu Qinghuan, "Don't cry, Qinghuan! I don't think so, I've always been bad at guessing, you know that!"sn't wearing any. All she felt was his slightly cool skin after a bath.Fu Yan was in a hurry, almost like a young boy who had just started eating meat.Before she could even adjust, he started charging...