Ji Nuan spent the whole day hanging out in Mo Jingshen's ward. It wasn't until four or five o'clock in the evening that a doctor came to give Mo Jingshen an anti-inflammatory injection, and Ji Nuan returned to his own ward.
In hospitals here in the United States, injections are not advocated, but Mo Jingshen's injuries on his back and head were deep enough to the flesh, and he had just undergone surgery. He needed continuous anti-inflammation to avoid infection, so he had to give two bottles of intravenous drip. This was just the drip. The speed is much slower than that in China. It is said that this will reduce the possibility of the medicine destroying the body's resistance.
After waiting for more than an hour, even one-third of the bottle of medicine was not finished. Ji Nuan simply didn't go there and fell asleep in the ward.
It was already midnight when I woke up, and I was awakened by a text message notification sound from my cell phone.
She probably would have nightmares if she didn't sleep next to Mo Jingshen. She had just dreamed of blood again, but this time it was not Mo Jingshen who was injured in the blood, but herself.
Ji Nuan opened her eyes suddenly and sat up. The ward was quiet and dark. In a blink of an eye, she saw the screen of the mobile phone beside the bed was on. She immediately picked up the phone to check it. Xia Tian and Xiaoba usually liked to give it to her when they were not busy. When she sent the text message, she thought it was the studio in Haicheng that needed to notify her of something.
But the sender was not a number she was familiar with, but a string of remote numbers.
What she received was not a text message, but a photo.
Ji Nuan stared at the photos hesitantly, stretched out his finger to click on the photos and enlarge them.
There are three photos.
The first picture is of the famous Beverly Hills in Los Angeles. Under rows of distinctive European-style buildings, a black limited edition Porsche is parked. The man opens the door and throws something back into the car. The young woman Standing next to him, waiting patiently, she gently leaned her head on his back, forming a posture of unintentionally snuggling up behind the man. The photo captured this scene, freezing it at the closest moment. It looks like the sweetness is almost spilling out of the photo.
Although the man in the photo had his back facing the direction of the car door and could not see his expression, Ji Nuan could still recognize it. It was Mo Jingshen.
The young woman smiled brightly and openly. When she leaned on his back, she seemed to know that someone was taking photos. She happily raised her hands in a V shape and smiled happily in the direction of the camera.
The second picture was not taken. Judging from the slightly blurred pixels, it should be a picture cut out from a surveillance camera.
In the picture, Mo Jingshen has just come out of the elevator. The scene should be the elevator of a private apartment somewhere in Los Angeles. The door opposite is open. A young woman comes out wearing a bathrobe. She holds her hand in the man's arm and leans most of her body against it. On his arm, the posture looks extremely intimate. The man's face is not in the camera. He is wearing black trousers and a black shirt, as if he has just returned from outside and returned to the home where he lives with his lover.
The third picture is a photo of an engagement ceremony.
It seems that the staff of the hotel or somewhere took the photos through a long-distance scene. The flower decorations and dreamy scenes throughout the ceremony were included in the photos. At the end of the flowers and red carpet, an extended version of Rolls-Royce. The car door opened, and on the red carpet, a tall and slender man in a black suit stood silently, his expression invisible. A young woman got out of the car, holding up her skirt and walking towards the man. Although the man in the photo The scene with the woman was very small, but the moment when the woman held up her skirt and the diamond engagement ring on her hand reflected the light was captured...
These three photos.
If Ji Nuan understood correctly, the woman in the photo was the so-called former fiancée of Mo Jingshen.
What was the purpose of the person who sent her these photos
Not to mention that Mo Jingshen had already explained the matter between the United States and this previous engagement, and even personally resolved it. Ji Nuan had only expressed that he was kept in the dark because of Su Xueyi's methods of harming him. Although he was dissatisfied, he never distrusted Mo Jingshen.
What's more, he and Mo Jingshen had just experienced life and death together. The purpose of sending this kind of photo from who knows how many years ago to her at this time is too obvious.
But who was the person who sent her these photos
Is it the woman in the photo, or some meddlesome person
Even though I didn’t think about what would happen with such superficial photos, the angles of many photos only looked one-sided and intimate, and Mo Jingshen’s expression and face never faced the camera.
But Ji Nuan admitted that there was still a little fluctuation in her heart, and her fingers that were resting on the phone screen also felt a little chilly.
Is it because they are back in Los Angeles now, is that woman ready to show up
Ji Nuan was still looking at the photos when her phone suddenly rang.
It was Mo Jingshen calling.
She answered the phone.
"Why don't you come here to sleep? Aren't you afraid of nightmares alone?" The man's voice was warm and light, still a little low and hoarse. It sounded like he was asked by the doctor to lie down when he was getting the injection. He probably kept it that way now. Lying flat for a long time.
Ji Nuan's hand slowly rubbed the phone and said, "You just finished the operation not long ago, so I'd better not go to your place to sleep all the time. I'll go to sleep after your wound is better in a few days." Just now, after the doctor knew that I went to sleep at your place in the morning, he specifically said that your wounds and surgical wounds need a period of healing, and you should not do any violent movements."
"I'm just going to have a peaceful sleep with you. How can I do anything violent?" The man chuckled.
Ji Nuan: "The doctor just reminded me, and he doesn't want me to disturb your rest."
"Well, if you don't come over, why don't I go over and accompany you now?"
"No, no, no, you can't move or get out of bed now!" Ji Nuan quickly lifted the quilt and got out of the hospital bed. As she walked out, she said, "I'll go over now. Just wait, I'll put on my coat and come."
After getting a satisfactory answer, the man hung up the phone.
Ji Nuan put down her phone, turned around and picked up her coat. Just as she was about to leave the ward, she paused, lowered her head and opened the photo page she had just taken, and deleted the three photos and messages from unknown sources.
There is no need to keep this kind of thing. Ji Nuan doesn't think she has a strong heart, but when she was in T City, she said that if the other party wants to steal a man, come blatantly and don't do anything behind his back. Little moves.
So what if you're engaged
She, a just and righteous Mrs. Mo, had never thought that a creature like her ex-girlfriend was so scary.
Relatively speaking, the more the opponent likes to use this method to gain a sense of presence, and the less he dares to face the opponent directly with real swords and guns, but he still likes to play this kind of routine, it means the lower the opponent's chance of winning.
Such insinuations and sowing discord showed that the other party was testing her bottom line.