"Shaoyun, tell me the specific situation again...how did you meet Xiyu...and why is she in City A?" After getting in the car, Leng Shaotian thought about it and dialed Leng again.
Shaoyun’s phone number.
Leng Shaoyun looked through the window at Mo Xiyu who was in the sterile room at the moment, and frowned, "I came here to sign a contract with CY, and I happened to meet her in the hospital here!"
Leng Shaoyun thought about it and omitted Meng Haoran's matter. His intuition told him that there must be some hidden secret that he didn't know about. After thinking about it, he decided to ask Meng Haoran before deciding whether to tell Leng Shaotian.
Leng Shaotian hung up the phone and remained silent.
When they arrived at the First People's Hospital of City A, Gu Hai jumped out of the car before he could park it.
Leng Shaoyun stood at the edge of the hospital. When he saw him getting off the car, he came over to greet him, "Brother..." Leng Shaoyun shouted.
Leng Shaotian glanced at him, and then when he passed by him, he said coldly: "Shaoyun, I don't want you to have anything to do with Xi Yu leaving!"
After saying that, he went straight into the hall.
Leng Shaoqu breathed out heavily. The worst thing he did in his life was that he told his father that he wanted to marry Mo Xiyu. In fact, his original intention was that since he hates Mo Xiyu so much, then
, my impression of her was not bad, so much so...
Thinking about it, he shook his head.
Gu Hai stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Your brother is very unpleasant to talk to. The main reason is that she is too important to him!"
Leng Shaoyun nodded.
For the next two days, Mo Xiyu stayed in the sterile room, acting like a coma.
On the morning of the third day, Meng Haoran came after hearing the news.
"Shaoyun, Mo...how is Mo Xiyu?" Meng Haoran gasped, clutching his lower abdomen, looking out of breath.
Leng Shaotian raised his head and frowned at this man who was so nervous about his wife. He raised his eyes and said in a bad tone: "Who are you?"
Meng Haoran just wanted to speak out.
"He was the one who sent Xi Yu to the hospital, and then let a thief stab Xi Yu on the train..." Leng Shaoyun spoke before Meng Haoran could speak. As he spoke, he stepped forward and opened Meng Haoran's hand.
He took off his shirt, then lowered his head and winked at Meng Haoran.
"Haoran, this is me...my brother, Xiyu's..."
"Oh, Xi Yu's eldest brother... right?" Meng Haoran said, letting go of Leng Shaoyun's hand, taking a step forward, and extending his right hand to Leng Shaotian, "My name is Meng Haoran, and I am friends with Shaoyun..."
Leng Shaotian stood up, then shook Meng Haoran's hand symbolically, and then sat down again.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Did you save Mo Xiyu?"
"It's not a rescue, I just did what a man should do. She seemed to be in a bad state at the time. I asked her where she was going, and she said she didn't know. Later, I told her to follow me.
Know……"
"Follow you..." Leng Shaotian stood up quickly, interrupting Meng Haoran's words, with a murderous look in his eyes.
Meng Haoran turned his head, glanced at Leng Shaoyun, and saw him giving him a look that was asking for blessings, and then turned his head to the other side.
"Oh, I mean, I do human photography, that is, photographing the most primitive parts of the human body..." Looking at Leng Shaotian's face getting darker and darker as he explained, Meng Haoran frowned, and suddenly
Stopped what he was going to say, turned his head and looked at Leng Shaoyun, "Um, Shaoyun, your brother, did you misunderstand something..."
Leng Shaoyun stood up, walked forward, and pulled Meng Haoran aside, "Brother, Haoran actually has no ill intentions towards Xi Yu. He just can't help it when he sees a woman with a better figure..."
"Hey, Leng Shaoyun, aren't you getting darker and darker as you draw? What do you mean when I see a woman with a better figure? I...I think that's art..."
Leng Shaotian's face was so gloomy that he was about to say something when the door of the sterile room suddenly opened.
Several men came up to him at the same time.
"Is Mo Xiyu awake..." Leng Shaotian asked nervously.
The nurse nodded, "Well, I just woke up, but my consciousness is still a little blurry!" After a pause, he scanned among several people, "Um, is there a gentleman named Meng Haoran? Miss Mo seemed to have heard your voice just now.
I told you to come in!"
As soon as these words came out, several men present were dumbfounded.
Leng Shaotian held Meng Haoran who came forward with one hand and the nurse with the other. "Doctor, I...I am Mo Xiyu's eldest brother. I want to go in and see her. I..."
"Sorry, the patient has just woken up and is a little emotionally disturbed now. In order not to irritate her, we cannot let in irrelevant people unless the patient requests it!" After saying that, he looked up at Meng Haoran, "You and me?
Let me come in!"
"Oh, oh!" Meng Haoran responded, then took off his shoes, took the sterilization suit handed over by the doctor, and walked in.
As the door closed with a bang, Leng Shaotian clenched his fist and turned around, hitting the wall hard.
As a result, the snow-white walls were dyed bright red.
"elder brother……"
"Shaotian..."
"She said it doesn't matter? She woke up, and instead of calling any of us, she actually called that man in..." Leng Shaotian said, and punched the wall hard again.
Then, he suddenly turned around and looked at Leng Shaoyun, "Tell me, what's going on between them?"
Leng Shaoyun was obviously a little surprised by such an unexpected situation. He rubbed his nose. Last night, he took the time to call Meng Haoran behind Leng Shaotian's back. Sure enough, Meng Haoran confirmed his guess. The two of them were actually just talking.
We met by chance on the train, and then Mo Xiyu showed up at the hospital just to see Meng Haoran who was injured because of her... nothing more.
Although, she was also very confused. If that was the case, then why did Mo Xiyu escape from the hospital with injuries overnight?
"Brother, they really just met..." Leng Shaoyun explained.
Looking at Meng Haoran standing in front of her in sterile clothes, Mo Xiyu suddenly smiled and said: "Haoran, you are here!" She said with tenderness in her eyes, sitting up and hugging Meng Haoran.
"Haoran, I miss you, I miss you so much, I miss you so much!"
Meng Haoran frowned, and large beads of sweat fell on his forehead, because Mo Xiyu accidentally pressed on his wound.
"Miss Mo, um...can you let me go first!"
Mo Xiyu heard the sound and let go, but her face was full of disappointment. Meng Haoran breathed a sigh of relief, pulled up the chair next to him and sat down, "Are you... okay?"
Mo Xiyu blinked, raised her hand, and touched Meng Haoran's hair, "Haoran, why did you cut your hair so short?"
"Wha...what?" Meng Haoran was a little uneasy now. He ran straight out of the hospital and came to her. Hair? He subconsciously raised his hand and touched it. Yes, it has always been this long.
"Miss Mo, did you remember wrongly, my hair has always been this long!" His smile began to become a little stiff.
Mo Xiyu smiled faintly, and then lay down on her side again. However, as soon as her head hit the pillow, she sat upright, so that the needle on her wrist was pulled out due to her force, "Ah..."