Mo Xiyu stumbled and before her body's energy was exhausted, she finally found the hospital address given by the conductor.
She looked at the house number in her hand and then compared it with the house number in front of her. She raised her hand and was about to knock on the door.
"Haoran, why did you leave without my permission? Do you know that I have been looking for you for a long time?" A sharp female voice came from the door.
Mo Xiyu's raised hand froze in mid-air, just when she thought she had gone to the wrong door and was about to turn around.
"Yu Qing, I don't want to quarrel with you as soon as we meet. Also, one thing, I declare once again, I, Meng Haoran, am not your so-and-so. What I am willing to do does not require your consent..."
The familiar male voice was no longer elegant, but had a hint of obvious impatience.
Meng Haoran? What a poetic name!
"Meng Haoran, how could you do this to me? You said you would marry me?" The woman's voice that was shouting just now suddenly dropped several degrees.
The corners of Mo Xiyu's mouth raised as he spoke in such an eloquent voice, thinking that his health would be fine! Suddenly, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Just when she was about to turn around and leave quietly, the door suddenly opened from inside.
Then suddenly I heard an angry shout...
"Stop!"
A sharp and angry soprano, accompanied by a rush of high-heeled shoes, rang out suddenly in the corridor of the hospital. The strong voice made Mo Xiyu twitch the corners of her lips, and subconsciously looked back to follow the sound...
A few meters away from her, she saw a pair of handsome men and beautiful women standing at the door. The young and handsome man was the man on the train before. Except that his face was a little paler than before, everything else seemed to be normal.
Standing in front of him, the woman as beautiful and delicate as a princess stared at her as if she wanted to eat her alive.
"Well, I... came here to say thank you, before... on the train...!" Mo Xiyu pursed her lips, then raised her finger and pointed at Meng Haoran, and then said with a smile.
only……
Before she could finish her words, the woman suddenly quickened her pace and walked to her, "It's really because of women..."
As she said that, she turned to look at Meng Haoran who was leaning against the door, "You...how could you do this..." She shouted arrogantly, her beautiful face slightly distorted with anger, and she clenched her hands tightly in anger.
Meng Haoran turned a deaf ear to her anger. His handsome face was calm and indifferent, without any hint of joy or anger. He stood up straight, covered his lower abdomen, and slowly walked towards Mo Xiyu, "You are not in good health, why don't you come over and do it?"
What?" His expression returned to its previous gentleness.
Mo Xiyu raised her hand casually and pushed the hair on the side of her face behind her ears. Then she raised her head. Unexpectedly, she was met with an impolite glance from the woman. A hint of displeasure suddenly appeared in her heart. After thinking about it, she looked at
Meng Haoran: "Anyway, I don't have anywhere to go. It's the same wherever I go. Are you okay?"
Meng Haoran raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his lips raised a vague expression, "What do you think? Being able to quarrel is not bad, right!" After thinking about it, he raised his head again, "Well, you can consider the opinions I mentioned before?
?”
Mo Xiyu suddenly looked up at Meng Haoran, and then subconsciously looked at the woman standing behind him with a gloomy face. She thought for a moment and said, "You want me to come with you?"
She admitted that her ambiguous words were intentional. She just hated the look in that woman's eyes, very much!
"What do you mean, with you? Meng Haoran, what do you mean by this now? Please explain it clearly to me!" As Mo Xiyu's words fell, the woman suddenly said coldly with an angry expression, and stepped forward to grab her tightly.
Meng Haoran didn't let go of his arms and was a little excited.
Meng Haoran lowered his eyebrows and glanced at Mo Xiyu meaningfully, then turned around unhurriedly, facing the woman whose eyes were red with anger, a cruel sarcasm slowly curled up at the corner of his lips, and he snorted disdainfully: "What do you think?"
What does it mean, or what does it mean?”
Unexpectedly, this gentle and elegant man could have such a dark side, so Mo Xiyu simply leaned against the wall, folded her hands on her chest, and looked like she was ready to watch a good show.
However, I thought that this woman would be furious, but I didn't know that the woman was as fierce as a tiger one moment, and turned into an obedient little sheep in the next second. Her beautiful big eyes quickly filled with tears. She looked at Meng Haoran pitifully and hugged her tightly.
She held his arm and choked in a low voice:
"Haoran, please don't be angry with me, okay? I know you don't like my young lady's temper. I'll change it -"
"That's enough!" Meng Haoran didn't wait for the woman to finish her words, he coldly brushed the girl's hand away, flicked the wrinkled sleeve with his hand in disgust, looked up at the girl's face, and said ruthlessly:
"Yuqing, I'm really not suitable for you, let's break up!"
"You...what did you say?" The girl who was called Yuqing was suddenly shocked as if she had been struck by lightning. She looked at Meng Haoran with wide eyes in disbelief and cried out.
"I said break up! Break up, do you understand?" Meng Haoran frowned impatiently and repeated in a deep voice.
"You want to break up with me? Why?" Yuqing yelled reflexively, obviously unable to believe what her ears heard.
Meng Haoran's beautiful eyebrows couldn't help but tighten a little more. He pursed his thin lips and turned his eyes to scan around casually. Suddenly, he stretched out his long arm and pulled Mo Xiyu who was standing next to him watching the show.
Come into my arms...
"Because of her!"
Meng Haoran's arms tightened around Mo Xiyu's waist like iron pliers, and his slender and perfect index finger pointed at Mo Xiyu's astonished face. He looked at Yu Qing coldly and uttered three words in a concise manner, without caring about himself at all.
What uncontrollable consequences will it bring?
"Hey -" Mo Xiyu suddenly came back to her senses after a brief period of astonishment, subconsciously twisted her waist to break away from Meng Haoran's arm, frowned and glared at him, and shouted in displeasure.
"Return the favor!" Meng Haoran suddenly leaned over and whispered in Mo Xiyu's ear.
Mo Xiyu's struggling movements suddenly stopped, and Yu Qing on the side suddenly came back to her senses, raised her finger to point at Mo Xiyu's face, turned to look at the calm and gentle Meng Haoran, and asked angrily: "Who is she?
What is her relationship with you?"
"That's the 'relationship' you see in your eyes at the moment!" Meng Haoran spoke lazily, a vague sneer appeared on the corners of his thin lips, and he deliberately emphasized the last two words, as if he was afraid of Yu Qing
He didn't understand, and solemnly announced: "I don't like you anymore, I like her now, so we broke up!"
"Break up...you want to break up with me..." Yu Qing immediately seemed to have lost her soul, murmuring in disbelief and looking at Meng Haoran with tears streaming down her face.