Lan Xichen has been walking for three hours. He is sitting in his office. Ye Qiaoxi is nestled on the sofa, bored. He is flipping through the newspapers on the table. Apart from finance and politics, there is a bunch of foreign language that he cannot understand.
, which made her yawn. Abruptly, she glanced at the entertainment section of one of the newspapers, which had a big headline, "Zuo Qing was involved in a traffic accident while driving drunk due to emotional injury."
She quickly sat up straight, read the report carefully, and put down the newspaper blankly for a long time. She stopped thinking about it, glanced at the hospital mentioned in the newspaper, and left in a hurry.
Several reporters were guarding the door of the hospital, chatting from time to time, "I heard that she broke up with CEO hz, so she went out to get drunk."
These words were filled with unspeakable bitterness in Ye Qiaoxi's ears. When she walked into the hospital, she didn't even need to inquire about her ward. She could find her ward in the corridor by following the fans holding flowers and gifts.
Fans came to visit from time to time. Ye Qiaoxi squeezed to the door and said to the bodyguard guarding outside, "Can I go in and see her?"
The bodyguard looked at her expressionlessly, "No, it will affect Miss Zuo's rest."
"I just want to say a few words to her, and then I'll leave." Ye Qiaoxi asked unwillingly.
"There are people here who want to see her." The bodyguard glanced behind her.
"But I..." She wanted to speak again, but the door to the ward opened at this moment, and she was stunned when she saw the person who walked out first.
Song Yu?
She quickly turned around and hid aside cleverly, because she was the closest and could just see what was going on inside through the crack in the open door.
In the room, Zuo Qing hugged Lan Xichen tightly, crying bitterly and helplessly, "Chen, don't leave me, don't leave me, okay?"
Lan Xichen's back was facing the door, and she couldn't clearly see his expression at this time. She could only see him reaching out and gently stroking her back, "I..."
The door slammed shut, and a wall of flesh suddenly appeared on his body. Ye Qiaoxi raised his head, looked at the bodyguard's indifferent face, touched his nose and retreated.
Until she walked out of the hospital, the scene of the two of them together was still lingering in her mind, lingering.