"You seem to hate him very much." Ruan Qianxi suddenly said.
Chu Qingge looked at Ruan Qianxi for a while, then lowered her gaze and asked, "Don't you hate me?"
"Me?" Ruan Qianxi was suddenly silent for a while, and then said softly, "Hate and fear."
After Ruan Qianxi finished speaking, she grabbed the quilt with her hands and tears fell from her eyes again.
Chu Qingge took out two tissues and gave them to her.
After she calmed down a bit, she asked again: "Do you still remember what he looks like?"
Ruan Qianxi looked at Chu Qingge with red eyes: "What do you mean?"
"Do you remember his appearance now?" Chu Qingge asked again without explaining.
Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Ruan Qianxi nodded and said, "Remember."
"Can I ask the portrait artist to come over and paint his portrait?" Chu Qingge asked.
Ruan Qianxi nodded blankly.
Chu Qingge sat for a while and asked, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
"without."
"Then you take a good rest." Chu Qingge stood up after saying that.
Ruan Qianxi saw that she was about to leave and immediately called her out: "Qingge."
Chu Qingge looked at her.
"Don't tell Master and Uncle Chu." Ruan Qianxi said, "I don't want too many people to know, especially about Jing Yanbai."
"Yeah." Chu Qingge said, "The portrait artist will also keep it secret."
"Thanks."
"I should thank you." Chu Qingge said, "The help you provided is very important."
Ruan Qianxi reluctantly twitched the corner of her mouth.
"Take good care of it, and everything will be fine." Chu Qingge said.
After coming out of the ward, Ye Hanzhi was waiting for her outside.
Ye Hanzhi touched her face, looked at her red lips, sighed silently in his heart, and felt feverish again.
"Find a reliable portrait artist who is tight-lipped." Chu Qingge said.
Ye Hanzhi understood immediately and said, "Okay, I'll make arrangements right now."
"Where are my parents?"
"The doctor is telling them about the treatment plan for Ruan Qianxi's leg." Ye Hanzhi said, "Let's go to the hotel to stay first."
"Um."
There was no one in the corridor, and the two of them walked slowly side by side. After a while, Chu Qingge said: "I kind of want to eat red dates and lotus seeds porridge."
"I'll buy the ingredients and cook them when I get back." Ye Hanzhi said warmly.
Chu Qingge turned her head and looked at him. She stopped talking and was silent for a moment.
"What do you want to say?" Ye Hanzhi asked thoughtfully.
"I want to eat my mother's cooking." Chu Qingge said.
She remembered that when she was a child, Xia Luoqing would cook porridge herself only when she was sick.
Normally you don't have this opportunity.
I suddenly wanted to eat today.
Her mother probably wouldn't reject her.
Ye Hanzhi: ".Have I fallen out of favor?"
"For the time being, you can put it that way," Chu Qingge said.
"Okay." Ye Hanzhi smiled, "Then I'll buy the ingredients first."
They stayed in M State for one night, and the next day, the portrait artist sent the portrait directly to the hotel.
Ye Hanzhi opened the door, and Chu Qingge was washing up in the bathroom.
The portraitist left after delivering the portrait.
Ye Hanzhi looked at the portfolio in his hand. After a while, he opened it and took out the portrait.
The people in the portrait have very three-dimensional facial features and looks.
Ye Hanzhi described it from a man's perspective.
Just to describe appearance.
This is another appearance that can pose a threat to his marriage.
The other one is Yun Zhan.
When Chu Qingge came out of the bathroom, Ye Hanzhi happened to fold the portrait.
She paused and looked at the paper in his hand: "Portrait?"
"Yes." Ye Hanzhi did not move, as if he had no intention of giving the portrait to her.
When he didn't move, Chu Qingge walked up to him.
After standing next to him for a few seconds, she said, "Does it look like it?"
Ye Hanzhi's hand holding the paper tightened: "Is this something I can answer?"
"Then why don't you show it to me?" Chu Qingge looked at him.
Ye Hanzhi: "Ruan Qianxi has seen it, it should be similar, right?"
"Then you said you can't answer." Chu Qingge's tone was clearly ridiculed and disgusted.
Ye Hanzhi: "."
Chu Qingge raised her eyebrows, took the portrait directly from his hand, and opened it.
The person in the memory suddenly became concrete, and the facial features gradually became clear.
When she looked at the portrait, she could still think of Jing Yan's white smile.
The light blue eyes will have a slight arc when smiling.
Even his voice calling him seemed to float in his ears.
"Yinghuo."
"Xiao Yinghuo."
After Chu Qingge read it, he folded the portrait and gave it to Ye Hanzhi: "The painting is very similar. Give a copy to both Huiyao and Baigui Pavilion. Next time you meet, you will know which person to focus on."
Ye Hanzhi kept looking down at her.
Chu Qingge raised her eyes to meet his gaze, and for a moment, she narrowed her eyes.
Ye Hanzhi suddenly sensed a hint of danger and rubbed her head: "What is this look?"
Chu Qingge raised the corner of her mouth, with a smile in her cold voice: "Third Master, that cautious look in your eyes just now made you look easy to bully."
Ye Hanzhi: "."
Ye Hanzhi always felt that she had some evil thoughts in her heart.
Chu Qingge looked at his elf appearance, which was not easy to mess with when he was serious, and sighed silently in his heart.
If her third master was as old as Nan Cheng, it would be fun to bully him to tears.
Pity.
She could just imagine it.
"What are you thinking about?" Ye Hanzhi looked at her.
Chu Qingge came back to her senses: "It's nothing. Let's go to the hospital and return home."
Ye Hanzhi put the portrait in his portfolio and thought about it again. He still felt that the look in this little girl's eyes was quite dangerous.
**
Domestically, it’s around ten o’clock in the evening.
Meng Jingyi hurried out from Meng Ying's villa.
After leaving the Meng family's villa courtyard, she looked back and saw that no one was there, so she sped up and ran towards the main road.
There were no rentals in the villa area, so she didn't bother to use her mobile phone to call a taxi, so she grabbed her mobile phone and ran out as hard as she could.
When she reached the main road outside, she looked back and saw that no one was chasing her, so she slowed down slightly. While walking along the main road, she stopped a taxi and carefully observed the people around her.
Ten minutes later, she hailed a taxi.
After getting in the car, the master asked her where she was going.
Meng Jingyi thought for a long time before naming a location: "Go to Teikyo University."
Seeing that she was too nervous and frightened, the master thought something had happened to a little girl and asked her if she needed to call the police.
Meng Jingyi casually made up a reason to excuse her.
It wasn't until the taxi drove some distance that she turned on her phone and backed up a recording on her phone.
Then I thought about it again, found a classmate in my third year of high school, and asked her for Chu Qingyan’s contact information.
After asking, she did not rush to contact him. Instead, she waited until she arrived at Dijing University and directly found Chu Qingyan's dormitory downstairs.
She also attended Teikyo University and met Chu Qingyan at school. But today she went to Meng Ying's house for dinner with her family and was not at school.
Moreover, Chu Qingyan was so beautiful and her grades were so good, she became a famous figure as soon as she entered university.
So it's easy to know which dormitory building she is in.
When she arrived downstairs in the dormitory, she wandered and thought for a while. Finally, she made up her mind to call Chu Qingyan.
Although Chu Qingyan received the call from Meng Jingyi strangely, she still came down after hearing her anxious voice.
When she saw her, Meng Jingyi's eyes turned red. Chu Qingyan asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Meng Jingyi suddenly grabbed her arm and said urgently: "Can you contact Tang Zhixi? I have something very important to tell her."
Another chapter
Everyone, why don’t you save up and watch it again.
I did have some resistance to the fact that it was almost finished, so I wrote it more slowly.