MTL - Quick Transmigration: The Boss’ White Moonlight is Resurrected-Chapter 3

After Xiaolu left, Wan Tong asked the corpse collection system, [Do I have 10 original points? 】

【Yes. 】

【Then what functions can I redeem now? 】

When she finished speaking, there was a light blue light board in front of her. She thought about it, and finally spent 10 points to select the monitoring function.

【sure? The monitoring function can only be used for one person, the time limit is 10 minutes, and it can only be monitored in real time, which may not be able to obtain the information you want. 】The corpse reminded her.

[Well, use it on the original owner's mother immediately. 】Wan Tong nodded.

Then, a scene appeared in her mind.

In the huge villa, a middle-aged woman covered in famous brands reprimanded hysterically on her mobile phone, "How can you screw up on this?! She broke her head and can't walk easily, yet you can still let her run away, It's good now, I'm alarmed, what do you want me to do?!"

This is the original owner's mother Su Fang.

"No matter what method you use, you must not let her survive today, and also, the news of her life must not be known to others!" Su Fang gritted her words, and the thick powder on her face seemed to fall at any time.

Not knowing what was said on the phone, she took the phone away from her ear again and yelled at the phone, "I don't care, isn't her injury serious? How could she be able to jump and run in one night? You If you want to start, there are so many opportunities! I will come to her company to find a way, it is enough for you to do your own thing! "

"I'll give you one million, this is done, I'll give it to you right away!" Su Fang hung up the call angrily and sat down on the sofa next to her.

She glanced at the dozen or so bank cards, real estate certificates, and car keys on the table. The expression on her face changed several times. The only thing that didn't change was the greed that burst out of her eyes.

Over the years, Su Wantong has devoted herself to music and made a lot of money. She doesn't manage much money, and almost all the money is saved directly. She only has a villa near the lake and two cars in her name.

However, her insurance compensation is as high as 100 million!

In recent years, her relationship with her daughter has become worse and worse, and she can only get 30,000 to 20,000 yuan every month when she begs her face.

She didn't know how to honor her when she was alive, so why did she want this daughter? It's better to just die like that and leave a sum of money for her.

God knows, when she received a call from the hospital saying that Su Wantong was still alive, her mood fell from the sky to the bottom of the valley.

As long as Su Wantong is alive, everything in front of her will be turned into clouds.

How could she be willing? ?

Su Fang stabilized her emotions and dialed another number.

"Wei Qianxun? I just called to tell you that I will handle my daughter's funeral by myself, and your company is not allowed to interfere."

Wan Tong couldn't hear what was said on the other end of the phone.

However, Wei Qianxun was the agent of the original owner. Listening to Su Fang's words, is this an attempt to hide the news of her life?

Although Su Fang had some tricks, in front of Wei Qianxun, she didn't seem to gain much, and in the end, her voice was not as aggressive as before.

"Okay, I will handle her funeral with full authority, and I will notify you when the time comes, so that you can arrange for her colleagues and fans to come see her off."

Su Fang hung up the phone, then fidgeted again.

The hospital didn't know how that person was dealing with it, so how could she not be worried?

When the phone rang, her face suddenly became a little excited, and after the call, her voice softened, "Hey, son, why did you suddenly call back... Yes, Wan Tong has an accident... Funeral? There's no arrangement, but Ajing, don't come back, work there with peace of mind... Okay, that's it, mom is dead."

At this time, Su Fang, who was on the phone with her son Su Ruojing, was really a gentle and loving mother, but just now, she was still thinking about **** her daughter in order to get her inheritance and compensation.

The picture was interrupted, Wan Tong's head was aching again, and his heart was a little uncomfortable.

From childhood to adulthood, Su Fang seems to have only one son in her eyes. After the original owner became famous, she even wanted to be her agent and completely control her work and life, but she was a scumbag in this regard, and finally ended up with Zhong Heng signed the contract.

In order to make the original owner make more money, Su Fang tried more than once to let the original owner drop out, but the company did not agree with her for the sake of reputation.

"I want to contact the reporter." Wan Tong said.

【Don't contact the company first? 】The corpse asked.

Wan Tong nodded, [I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that time, and the company doesn't necessarily want me to live. 】

She now feels that everyone in the hospital looks like a bad person.

Moreover, she just summed up the world's plot, and found that Su Wantong's death was unusual, and the imbalance of the lift platform might not be an accident.

She reached out and pressed the re-bandaged gauze on her forehead, and a doctor with black-rimmed glasses came in again and said he wanted to help her change the drip bottle.

When the male doctor's voice came from the top of his head, Wan Tong instantly felt cold all over his body.

He was wearing glasses and a mask, and she didn't pay much attention to his eyes just now.

But she is extremely sensitive to voices. His voice was obviously the man with the mask not long ago!

She didn't expect him to come to the door so quickly.

The temptation of a million is quite big.

"Why didn't Dr. Xu come here?" Wan Tong tried to calm down his voice.

"Doctor Xu is busy." The other party said, and quickly replaced her with a new bottle of drip.

Wan Tong was lying on the bed obediently, as if not alert.

That morning, she originally wanted the hospital to test the drip bottle, but found that someone had taken it.

At this moment, there was a bit of nervousness in the pair of hanging eyes of the other party. He stared at the drip bottle for a while, heard movement outside, and hurriedly walked out.

Wan Tong quickly took off the needle tube, when Xiao Lu also came in, and said with some embarrassment, "Miss Su, just now the head nurse asked someone to adjust the monitoring, but the monitoring broke early this morning, and now I have asked someone to repair it. , so those things you said may be difficult to pursue…”

Wan Tong nodded and asked softly, "Xiaolu, do you know the doctor who went out just now?"

"What doctor? I didn't see the doctor going out, but there was a man in a jacket..."

"He changed the drip bottle for me." Wan Tong pointed to the top.

Xiaolu was slightly stunned, and hurriedly went to check, and then said, "How could this be? I'll send it for a test right away!"

Wan Tong exhaled a long breath, but her thin eyebrows were still tightly wrinkled.

[Tongtong, are you still looking for a reporter? 】The corpse asked.

【Hold on. 】Wan Tong leaned against the bed and gradually became quiet.

The corridor outside the ward was extremely quiet, with only three or two nurses passing by from time to time.

On the bench next to the potted plant, a tall and thin figure was hidden in the shadows, with a cane and pestle standing beside him.

When a nurse was passing by, she noticed him and hurried over, "Oh, why did you run out? You can't walk around just now, I'll help you go back first!"

This boy is so good-looking. Since he was hospitalized, I don't know how many young nurses have been attracted to take care of him, but unfortunately, he looks so indifferent that no one cares about him.

Sure enough, Shen Bu flicked the nurse's hand away, and his deep eyes were fixed on the door of a ward.

Seeing his stubbornness, the nurse had no choice but to leave first.

Shen Bu held a mobile phone between his innocent and slender fingers. He lowered his eyes and slid the pulp of his fingers gently. A few photos showed a faint blue light, which showed a man wearing a jacket and a mask.

Going forward, it was the man in the white coat.

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At this time, Wei Qianxun was driving to the hospital, and Su Fang's phone call made him suspicious.

Su Wantong has been out for more than ten years and has changed several agents. He took over her three years ago. He naturally knows a little bit about her vampire-like mother.

Yesterday, Su Fang angrily said to the company that they killed Su Wantong and let them take full responsibility for her funeral, but now in the early morning, she has found out in her conscience?

A familiar female voice came from the car stereo, a soft and melodious singing voice, ethereal and transparent, as if a lover was whispering in his ear, as if it could heal all the pain in his heart.

Wei Qianxun's hand holding the steering wheel tightened slightly, and his expression became complicated.

Today's society is fast-paced and impetuous, and what they need is catharsis.

Su Wantong's healing songs seem to be out of tune with the world. If it wasn't for a group of loyal fans still supporting her, the company would have ignored her.

Now that the contract is about to expire, Su Wantong refuses to accept the transformation and does not want to enter the film and television industry.

He felt that she was stubborn, didn't know how to be flexible, and had a big quarrel with her. The company also planned to give her up completely, and the consecutive contracts were cancelled.

Unexpectedly, such an accident happened at her last concert.

He was busy all night, and Su Wantong's death caught everyone off guard, but using her death would allow the company to gain the greatest benefit from her in the near future.

Wei Qianxun arrived at the hospital with mixed emotions, but received news that shocked him speechlessly.

Su Wantong didn't die.

He didn't know how he got to the inpatient department. When he arrived at the ward, through the transparent glass window on the door, he clearly saw that familiar face.

His hands and feet were a little stiff. The moment she was declared dead last night, countless eulogies were sent out, causing a sensation on the Internet.

But one night later, the hospital told him that Su Wantong was not dead.

Once the news got out, how many people would have been hit in the face?

What's more, there will be people who suspect that their company will use this to hype, fool the public, and maybe even hack the company!

Wei Qianxun narrowed his eyes, his expression more indifferent than usual.

Su Wantong, why didn't he die?