There was no light in the room. The heavy curtains blocked the light which was not very strong outside. But even so, Lin Wenwen didn\'t sleep for a long time. It seemed that he was more tired when he didn\'t sleep.

She had a dream. She had a dream that she became very light, light and floated up into the sky. With the gust of wind, she flew farther and farther. Far away from grandfather, dushaner, uncle Cheng Yi and Lu Jingshen, their faces gradually become blurred.

In the dream, Lin Wenwen is very flustered, she desperately grasp the clouds beside, but it is empty. No matter how hard she tried, her body was still floating to a farther place, and the feeling of powerlessness was very clear.

The higher she flew, the thinner the air in the clouds began to become. Lin Wenwen\'s throat seemed to be clamped by someone. Until she couldn\'t breathe, she struggled in horror and woke up.

"Ah --" Lin Wenwen gasped, and suddenly jumped up from the soft bed and sat up straight.

The sweat on her forehead became fine and crystal clear. The cold sweat wrinkled her skin and made her feel uncomfortable. Lin Wenwen subconsciously wiped the sweat on her face, and her limp arm fell back into the quilt.

"It was a nightmare..." Lin Wenwen whispered, but the feeling was so clear that she was afraid. Only at this time, she would miss Lu Jingshen inexplicably.

Looking at the time, it\'s already past noon, and the endless number of missed calls and text messages on the mobile phone screen are all over the mobile phone prompt area, all of them are Tang Xiaoge.

Today, there was a radio interview for the promotion of Lu\'s brand activity. Tang Xiaoge was also one of the guests present. Lin Wenwen remembered this time, but with Wang man and Qiao Sen, she was relieved.

The mobile phone is buzzing again, a strange number, but in recent days, Lin Wenwen has been very familiar with this number, she impatiently answered the phone, "I said, Tang Xiaoge does not accept your phone interview, please don\'t call again."

It took a while for the end of the phone to make a slow voice, which changed from a sweet female voice to a middle-aged man\'s voice. With a low and hoarse tone, Lin Wen was stunned.

"Miss Lin, there are some things I think you should be interested in knowing. The person I want to interview this time is not Tang Xiaoge, but you. How about, are you interested in making a deal?"

Lin Wenwen is a little angry. She clearly knows the gratitude and resentment between pop weekly and Tang Xiaoge. She also knows the reputation of pop weekly in the industry and the style of doing things without bottom line. In addition, she is not in the mood when Cheng Yi has an accident. When she is harassed by pop weekly, her anger surges up.

The purpose of the weekly is very clear. At the moment, Shaolin Wen thinks that they must want to take advantage of Lu\'s brand promotion. It\'s just at the height of the storm, so as to make a big contribution to her relationship with Lu Jingshen.

Lin Wenwen almost didn\'t think about it, then blurted out, "no interest, no matter what conditions you offer to interview Tang Xiaoge or me, there is no discussion. I hope you don\'t call me again in the future, otherwise I will warn you of harassment."

"Miss Lin, don\'t say so absolutely, that day in the C City Hospital..." just half of the man\'s words, Lin Wenwen resolutely directly hung up the phone, she only heard the three words of Miss Lin.

"You chose it, so don\'t blame me." A man with a vicious smile, showing some yellow teeth, left his mobile phone on the disordered desk.

Lin Wenwen\'s head hurt. She got up from the bed and went to the bathroom.

She thought that maybe washing her face with cold water would sober her up. As for the phone call just now, Lin Wenwen didn\'t pay attention at all.

For a star like Tang Xiaoge, such a phone call is not only a popular weekly, but also a sudden call from other magazines and newspapers to make unreasonable and boring requests.

After the grooming, Lin Wenwen decided to go back to Lu\'s studio to have a look. Now the activity is just in the tense stage. She thinks that she has no reason to be selfish because her personal affairs drag her to work, so she still reluctantly stays in the mood and pretends to be OK.

"Wenwen, I seem to hear you cry. What\'s the matter?" Grandfather is coming out of the room and walking towards Lin Wenwen\'s bedroom.

"Oh, it\'s OK, Grandpa. Don\'t worry. I have nightmares." Lin Wenwen said, squeezing out a smile, very stiff, but just to not let grandfather worry too much.

Grandfather answered and nodded. There was a little worry in his eyes, but he didn\'t say anything.

After Lin wenfen told the servant to take care of his grandfather, he left the Lu villa. Before returning to Lu, she went to the hospital first. Even though Lu Jingshen had arranged bodyguards and professional personal care to take care of Uncle Cheng Yi, she was still worried.

In the hospital, Cheng Yi is still covered with tubes, and all kinds of instruments and monitoring equipment are scattered around the hospital bed, on which piles of data and symbols as big as ants are full of Lin Wenwen\'s eyes. She can\'t understand what those mean, so she just hopes for the appearance of the one percent miracle in her heart.

For so many years, Cheng Yi\'s existence seems to have become a habit for her. It was only when something happened to him that Lin Wen realized that he had already regarded him as his father in his heart.

The tacit understanding and feelings between them even far exceeded that of Lin Mu, the biological father with blood relationship. For a moment, Lin Wenwen even thought, why didn\'t Lin Mu have an accident? If this matter can be left to her to choose, she would rather lie here with Lin Mu than Cheng Yi. Nursing staff will carefully check him every other period of time, and massage his body joints, in order to prevent long lying in bed leading to compression of muscle and nerve, causing muscle necrosis or bedsore. The two bodyguards also stay at the door of the ward, and report the situation of Cheng Yi to Lu Jingshen with information at any time. Seeing this, Lin Wenwen seems to be a little relieved. She remembers that Lu Jingshen was desperate to stop her last night and donated blood to Cheng Yi. Her heart trembles and her eyes begin to get hot. But later, when she had a slight pain in her stomach, she pulled away from the mood of falling on business trip, probably because of this child. Lin Wenwen stroked her stomach and bit her lips. Labor pains like this happen every few days recently. Each time is just a few seconds. But the distance seems to be getting closer and closer, and the interval begins to shorten gradually. Lin Wenwen was a little worried. "I\'m going to pull you up when I die. I\'ll see how long you can be proud. It\'s your retribution, baby. I\'m sorry, forgive my mother\'s selfishness. Please, stick to it again..." Lin Wenwen\'s hand stayed on her belly. When the pain passed, she whispered to herself, with a fierce look on her face, The cold eyes are somewhat similar to Lu Jingshen. Thinking of what happened yesterday, Lin Wenwen still thinks that she should go to Lu Jingshen\'s office and tell him about Cheng Yi, at least to let him see that her spirit has improved. Otherwise, she quietly returned to Lu but didn\'t tell him. Later, it may be a rebuke. Lin Wenwen thought, or turned his head toward the direction of Lu Jingshen\'s office, the flow of time, pushing her, closer and closer to Lu Jingshen, but she did not know, just now, Lu Jingshen is facing a life-threatening assassination. And the murderer is Mencius Jian who is being pressed on the ground by the bodyguard at the moment. In fact, Meng Zijian\'s plan didn\'t succeed. It all depends on the tact and carefulness of secretary Wu. When he went to the media department on the first floor, he ran into a female reporter who lost her entrance card. At first, it was just for the sake of activities, so after checking her ID card, she let her go. But later, secretary Wu suddenly remembered that when she was just passing by the banquet hall, she saw a man with a cap and a mask, who was sneaking around. Although he has an admission card around his neck, secretary Wu, who often arranges such occasions to deal with the media, sees him in the crowd at a glance, which is particularly abrupt. First of all, except for special requirements, the general media will put the work permit into their pocket or camera bag after entering the venue, but he deliberately hung a certificate the size of the palm of an adult man on his body. Secondly, this activity requires two people from each media, a camera and a reporter. When everyone is talking to each other, he stands alone in the crowd and looks around. What\'s more, he can\'t see what equipment he has brought into the arena. It\'s just an ordinary Brown hoodie with jeans. At the same time, as soon as he entered, he specially chose a corner very close to the safe passage to sit. If the media is digging news, of course, they are striving for a golden position in the middle. How can they choose a corner. After observing for a while, secretary Wu always felt a little strange. At first, his imagination just told him that maybe it was the crazy fans of some gossip newspaper, but he didn\'t wake up until he met the female reporter downstairs. There are many coincidences in the world, but they will not happen at this moment. No matter what the purpose of this man is, the first thing to ensure is the smooth progress of the activity. Since he came to the venue, he may want to make an article on the activity. So secretary Wu thought of the control room on the first floor. When Meng Zijian arrived at the lower floor, the power supply of the banquet hall had been transferred to the spare machine room, and secretary Wu contacted the technicians to change the control procedure of the main switch to the power supply of the toilet on the first floor. So as long as the power supply of the first floor toilet is cut off, they can prepare to arrest people at the door. Listening to these words, Meng Zijian\'s anger almost burst out. He took out the spring knife he had prepared in the morning, yelled and rushed to Lu Jingshen