The hypocritical woman Mo Luan showed her true face.
Now he is provoking the relationship between him and grandpa.
Because of her, the two broke up unhappily.
An Jinze pressed her lips tightly, without a trace of expression on his handsome face.
Even with some coldness, his slender fingers tapped the handrail unconsciously.
I can't guess why the old man is so resolute.
Just a Mo Luan.
Before the two held their wedding, he investigated her.
With a very ordinary background, her adoptive parents are ordinary working people.
She is the only child.
Mo Luan was born dull and stupid, learning everything slower than others.
I came out to work very early.
Her parents did not know about the engagement of the two.
He didn't intend to stay with her for long.
Naturally, I don't want too many people to know the relationship between the two.
So until now, her parents just thought that their daughter had a boyfriend...
An Jinze wiped his face.
From the beginning to the end, he could not understand Grandpa's persistence at all.
A woman who is more ordinary than ordinary people.
why?
The man flicked his hair irritably and leaned on the back of the seat.
He wanted to solve Mo Luan's trouble quickly, and he would never let this woman succeed.
Arriving at the hospital, An Jinze opened the door of the ward and walked in.
"Qingxuan, how are you feeling today?"
A woman in a hospital gown is leaning back on the bed and is drinking medicine.
Seeing him, there was a smile on his pale sick face.
Said: "Much better, you are busy with work, don't have to come every day."
"I don't worry about you alone in the hospital."
An Jinze took the water glass in her hand and put it on the table.
Then put on the fresh bouquet.
"Does the wound still hurt?" He pulled the chair away and sat down.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Zuo Qingxuan's voice was calm and comfortable.
She has been like this since she was a child. She has a mild temper, looks thin and weak, and often gets sick.
But she is very strong, and she is also a very assertive girl.
Both parents died unexpectedly that year, and his eyes were black and he almost couldn't support it.
At that time, Qingxuan was still young, kneeling in front of her parents' mourning hall.
His face was full of tears, but he was strong and silent.
Later, she wiped away her tears and told him that she would study abroad.
She said that she has grown up, even if she is alone, she will live well.
Thinking of this, An Jinze's expression was soft and pity.
Yes, the little girl who ran behind his butt back then grew up.
Strong from start to finish.
"Jinze, I heard that a clay figure hero appeared that day to save everyone, do you know?"
An Jinze said: "Except for those who have witnessed it, no one else knows, and there is no surveillance."
Zuo Qingxuan thoughtfully, "I think the monitoring must be deleted by the clay figure hero himself. He is afraid of being identified."
An Jinze nodded intently, "There is a possibility that he appeared suddenly, and he left simply, without any clues."
"Unfortunately, his identity has become a secret since then."
"By the way, Qianhong will come to see you in a while--"
As he was talking, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.
Mo Qianhong walked in with the supplement.
The man is tall, and he is neat and tidy in a dark blue suit.
Indifferent and unsmiling.
The oppression and powerful aura that brought in a room.
The man looked at the person on the bed and asked quietly: "How do you feel?"
Zuo Qingxuan smiled and said, "It's much better."
She couldn't help laughing when she saw a lot of things in his hands.
"You and Jinze are worthy of being good friends, and you are giving away piles of things."