As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Qian took a deep breath and almost fainted. Fortunately, Mr. Qian supported each other and avoided falling.
Zhao Yide, who was standing next to the bride, suddenly changed his expression at this moment.
His eyes were stunned, and he shouted: "Dead...dead!..."
Then he sat down on the ground in a panic, rolling around and screaming and retreating.
Zhao Yide's voice was very soft. It didn't sound like a dead person anymore, but like a murderer.
I don’t know who was the leader, but I heard someone from the Zhao family yelling: “Killing people!!”
Perhaps seeing the groom running away, the guests sitting below also panicked and stood up to run away.
The wedding scene was in chaos, the mood of the guests turned from anticipation to shock, and there was an atmosphere of tension, uneasiness and panic everywhere.
The banquet hall, which was supposed to be full of celebration and happiness, has now turned into a battlefield with unexpected situations.
Zhao Yide tripped while running away, knocking over the candles and flowers decorating both sides of the stage.
During the panic, I bumped into Tan Wan.
The impact was so strong that Tan Wan was knocked back several steps until his heels hit the edge of the stage.
There was a gap of dozens of centimeters between the stage and the ground. She was about to lose her center of gravity and fall. At this moment, power came out from behind her. A hand supported her back and pushed her back. on the stage.
Tan Wan thought it was Xie Mowen. She seemed to have seen Xie Mowen not far from her just now.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie..." Tan Wan said while looking back.
Where was Xie Mowen, the person standing behind him turned out to be Li Jue.
"Why are you here?" Tan Wan stared at him in surprise, "Where did you go just now?"
Li Jue's eyes shifted behind Tan Wan, raised his chin behind her, and said coldly: "Instead of talking nonsense with me, why not ask the Qian family where they plan to take Qian Zhaoer."
Turning around, he saw Mr. Qian covering Qian Zhaoer with his clothes, picking him up and preparing to take him away.
"Uncle Qian!" Tan Wan called him, "The situation is unclear at the moment, and we don't know Qian Zhaoer's condition, so we can't move it randomly!"
As if he didn't hear anything, Mr. Qian quickly walked toward the lounge.
Tan Wan wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Mrs. Qian.
"Good boy, what happened today made you laugh. The ambulance is already on the way, but we can't let Zhao'er lie on the cold ground like this before the ambulance comes..."
Mrs. Qian's face was painted with exquisite makeup, but it could not hide the fatigue and worry on her face.
It was too late to say anything more, but she really couldn't feel relieved, so she followed Mrs. Qian and wanted to go together.
Just as he was about to leave, Li Jue grabbed his hand: "Wait a minute, I have something to tell you."
"What?" She was confused, stopped and looked at the man.
Li Jue's expression was solemn. He held Tan Wan's hand tightly and relaxed it, then took a deep breath.
He weighed the current situation and decided not to talk about it for now: "Forget it, I will talk to you after this case is over."
"You're so weird." Tan Wan stared at him for a while, muttered, let go of his hand and ran to the lounge.
When I rushed to the lounge, I saw Qian Zhaoer being placed on the three-person sofa, covered with a large blanket that covered half of his face.
Fang Wenyin was with her in the room, but other than that, Mrs. Qian and Mr. Qian were not seen.
But Tan Wan clearly remembered that it was Mr. Qian who brought someone over just now?
After asking Fang Wenyin, she found out that Mr. Qian's heart suddenly felt uncomfortable, and Mrs. Qian took him back to his room to take medicine.
"Wenyin." Tan Wan approached Fang Wenyin, "What is the performance your lady told me about this morning?"
Fang Wenyin didn't expect to ask herself such a question during the evening party. She suddenly felt a little embarrassed and her expression was very unnatural.
She pressed her lips nervously and said in a very weak voice: "Well, given the current situation...it's hard to say."
"As for the current situation?" Tan Wan felt that this sentence was a bit strange, but he didn't go into too much detail and continued to ask.
"Did your lady have any abnormalities before she fell into coma?"
Before the doctor comes, it cannot be determined that the person is definitely dead. Some people's pulse will become weak if they are too seriously injured, so Tan Wan did not say "your lady died before", but used the word coma.
"Nothing unusual, Miss Tan, please don't ask." Fang Wenyin couldn't resist, and kept glancing in Qian Zhaoer's direction.
Tanwan quickly noticed her little move and looked at Qian Zhaoer.
I saw Qian Zhaoer lying there motionless, no different from before.
After staring at the person for a long time, Tan Wan took a few steps towards Qian Zhaoer. Just as he was about to lift the blanket, he was stopped by Fang Wenyin.
"Miss Tan, you have helped our lady a lot these days. My wife and I are very grateful to you, but you don't need to interfere in this matter."
Fang Wenyin's tone was decisive, and her hand holding the blanket was firm.
Now that everything has been said, Tan Wan is no longer stubborn: "Okay, then I'm leaving."
When he passed the trash can in the lounge, his phone suddenly vibrated and came out of Tan Wan's pocket.
She didn't catch any of them, and the phone rolled into the trash can.
What bad luck.
She leaned down, reached out and took out her cell phone from the trash can.
There was something brown and sticky on the back of the phone. Tan Wan reached out to wipe it off and got it himself.
Smells like...chocolate cream?
Taking a closer look, someone had thrown a donut into the trash can.
Tan Wan suddenly had the impression that it should be the one where Zhao Yide fed Qian Zhaoer before the ceremony started.
Qian Zhaoer seemed to have internal injuries this time. Could it be food poisoning? Tan Wan subconsciously thought about it in his mind.
No, the donut hasn't been touched, so there shouldn't be something wrong with the donut.
Looking at the sticky phone case in his hand, Tan Wan wished he could punch himself in the head!
My cell phone is like this and I am still thinking about Qian Zhaoer. Besides, people have clearly said that they don’t need me anymore.
It’s so late, we’re so late, you’re such a nosy as a dog!
As soon as he left the lounge, he bumped into Xie Mowen.
"How is Miss Qian?" Xie Mowen looked restlessly into the lounge.
Tan Wan slapped Xie Mowen on the head: "Don't join in the excitement of the Qian family. Come with me to wash the phone case~"
"Why does your hand smell like...?"
Tan Wan explained in an understatement: "The phone fell into the trash can. I encountered it when I was picking it up in the trash can."
"What did you say??" Xie Mo looked shocked when he heard it was something from the trash can, and almost vomited, "Did I just eat something from the trash can?!"
