Jing Miao's heart skipped a beat, as if she had suddenly fallen into a boiling pan of oil from the hospital corridor that exuded a chilly air.
The elevator came, and Long Lingyu, who was talking on the phone in front of him, stepped in with a single stride.
Jing Miao didn't know what was going on. He turned sideways and turned to the corner. His angry roar just now echoed in his ears, "What the hell! Is that dancer doing something bad? Find out!"
The corner of the envelope containing a thick stack of money in her hand stung her arm, and then she remembered that she had forgotten to return the money to him.
Jing Miao slowly tightened her grip on the money in her hand. She had not yet recovered from the news she had just overheard.
What could make a strong man like Xiu Yu lose his self-control? And that bottle of water...
It turns out that the problem that she has been ignoring all this time and that has always puzzled her lies here.
The sleeping memory seemed to be suddenly awakened. The night that made her feel so humiliated, the night that she had been trying to forget, she finally recalled it.
Didn't she drink from a bottle of water on the table before dancing?
Jing Miao couldn't help but sneer. It turned out that the humiliation she suffered was all because of him. The bottle of water was prepared for him! The lingering anger suppressed in her heart gradually overflowed in her mind. She wanted to
Tell that person clearly!
Why did he make her a scapegoat and humiliate her like that! He must know all this. He at least knew that she had taken the aphrodisiac! He enjoyed what she had been given to her for free and treated her as...
Jing Miao couldn't help but greet Xiu Yu, that bastard's eighteenth generation ancestor.
As she walked, she scolded him for being such a cold-blooded man, cursing him for one second of hard work in ten years!
The angry Jing Miao ran rampant and almost bumped into someone walking towards the corner.
The man was still wearing hospital clothes. Jing Miao rushed out and was knocked down against the wall, letting out a painful groan.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" When Jing Miao saw the trouble, his anger dissipated. He apologized in a panic and quickly helped the patient up.
"No, it's okay." The man took a few deep breaths and then spoke slowly.
Jing Miao frowned, why was this voice so familiar?
"I'm so sorry. How about I take you back to the ward? Where do you live?"
The patient gently pushed her hand away, shook his head feebly, and walked forward step by step, holding on to the wall.
I was really worried that Jing Miao had been standing aside and didn't dare to go away.
The woman's long hair was disheveled, and there was already a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, with a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks.
Three points of embarrassment, seven points of weakness
Jing Miao thought for a long time, looking at her thin back, a name suddenly popped into her head!