Chu Zhanjin's eyes flickered and the corners of his mouth turned slightly, "Do you want to ask me directly where I went?"
"No!" Masako shook her head repeatedly and took a deep breath. Knowing that her expression was too panicked just now, she pretended to be indifferent and said softly, "After all, there is a lot of privacy in the phone. If someone picks it up, if it is leaked,
What should I do with the information? You are so seriously injured now and you can't go out. If you know roughly where you threw it, I will go find it for you." She immediately smoothed it back without leaking anything.
"Keep the change, please!"
If Chu Zhanjin went to retrieve his phone too frequently, it would easily make Nangong Han suspicious. Could it be that they were plotting something again, or that they were secretly having a tryst? In order not to cause trouble to Xiang Yimo, he still
It would be better not to go.
"But..." Ji Zhanxuan frowned.
"Don't worry, my phone is password-protected so no one can open it and steal the contents."
After hearing what Chu Zhanjin said, the two of them could only stop talking and lowered their heads worriedly.
"Knock! Knock!" There were two knocks on the door.
"Come in!"
A nurse hurried over and said, "Mr. Chu, the emergency room just received a patient, the one you picked up from here before. We didn't find her mobile phone and couldn't contact her family. Now she is in urgent need."
I’m having surgery, so can you sign your name!”
"Xiang Rumo, what's wrong with her?"
"There was a car accident and the situation is very critical."
Chu Zhanjin immediately picked up a pen and signed his name on the surgical risk responsibility letter, "We must go all out to save her!"
Masako's face turned pale with fright at this moment, and she silently prayed in her heart that she would die on the operating table and never wake up!
Ji Zhanxuan felt her nervousness. He stood behind her and secretly held her cold little hand, giving her warmth and strength.
However, Masako immediately took out his hand, walked a few steps to the side, and kept a certain distance from him.
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"Ah..." Xiang Yimo suddenly screamed and woke up suddenly. She felt a sharp pain in her head, and the severe pain gradually spread.
Could this be telepathy between twins?
"What's wrong?" Nangong Han, who was sleeping next to her, was woken up by her.
"Headache." Xiang Yimo muttered, her hazy vision gradually adapted to the sudden brightness, and her bright eyes froze, "Where is this?"
This is not Nangong Han's cold cellar-like room at all, but a European palace aristocratic style decoration, showing luxury. There are soft Persian carpets on the floor, and exquisite oil paintings hanging on the elegant floral walls. You can tell at a glance
Made by a famous artist, there is a milky white sculpture in the corner with beautiful shape.
Nangong Han stretched out his arm, reached under her head, and rubbed her head, "We are in the sky!"
"Ah? Are we dead?" Xiang Yimo hadn't woken up yet, and his words were a bit careless.
"You're dead, do you still feel the pain?" Nangong Han shook his head helplessly. He couldn't resist the girl's appearance, "This is my private jet!"
Nangong Han bought this large passenger plane and re-decorated the cabin. There are three floors in total. The bottom floor is where various vehicles are parked. The middle floor has three rooms, a fitness room, a study room, and the top floor is the kitchen.
,Ballroom.
"Where to go?"
"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve!"
Xiang Yimo was startled slightly, her eyes suddenly turned red, a layer of mist spread, and tears rolled in her eyes.
She hates New Year's Eve. She hates this day the most in the year.
This is not a festival, this is her nightmare.
Because, on New Year's Eve when she was five years old, when every family gathered together to have a reunion dinner, Xiang Yimo's mother took her and her sister to wander aimlessly on the empty streets. Because her mother had no job again.
, the landlord kicked them out. At that time, she was cold, hungry and tired, but at such a young age, she knew she could only endure it and could not tell her mother because she did not want to see her mother cry again.
From the time she could remember, she had never seen her mother smile, and would cry looking at the jade pendant every night.
That day, her mother did not cry, but walked in despair, walking aimlessly, not knowing where to go.
Xiang Rumo cried loudly because she was so hungry.
The mother squatted down, comforted her, and caressed the cheeks of her two daughters reluctantly, "Mom, I'm sorry for you! Mom went to buy you your favorite jelly, and you just sit here obediently!"
When she got up to cross the street, a speeding car ran over her!
In Xiang Yimo's memory, her mother was covered in blood, lying on the cold cement floor, her body pressed under the wheel. She could only watch her mother suffer and watch her mother die——
When my mother was dying, her last words were, "Don't hate your father."
Hate? How could she not hate the father she had never met before? If it weren't for him, would her mother have suffered so much? If it weren't for him, would her mother have died?
On New Year's Eve, every house was filled with laughter, but on a cold street corner, two little girls lay beside their mother's body and cried bitterly.
After her mother was buried, she and her sister were sent to an orphanage in Italy.
Xiang Yimo fell into deep thought. Unknowingly, cold tears flowed down quietly, winding into a stream and covering her cheeks.
"What's wrong with you? Does your head still hurt?" Nangong Han stared at her.
Xiang Yimo came back to her senses, but the sadness was still stuck in her heart and could not be dispelled. She shook her head blankly, "It's okay." She seemed to cry loudly, but now, she didn't even have this freedom.
No, I must suppress my grief.
"Speak out if it hurts, don't hold it back." Seeing how forbearing she was, his heart suddenly tightened, and he stretched out his hands to take her into his arms and hold her tightly.
Such a simple sentence touched the softness in Xiang Yimo's heart. She lay on Nangong Han's shoulder, tears streaming down her face and she couldn't stop them. The bitter tears gradually moistened his clothes.
He could feel her sadness, but he couldn't share the pain with her.