When Jinghan Bo returned to the ward, the farce had ended.
Lin Xing and Qiao Xin were the only ones left in the ward.
"Where's Junxi?"
After closing the ward door, Bo Jinghan looked around and asked quietly.
Qiao Xin shrugged and mouthed in the direction of the door: "I'm leaving, saying I have something to do temporarily!"
Nodding slightly, Bo Jinghan sat down on the sofa near the door, reached out and picked up the newspaper in front of him, ignoring the strange atmosphere in the ward, and slowly read through it.
In fact, she is avoiding embarrassment, and at the same time, she is avoiding getting involved in the strange and subtle relationship between these two people. Thia, are you here to visit the doctor, or are you here to watch a joke?"
Lin Xing, who was regarded as invisible by Bo Jinghan, glanced at Qiao Xin, who was sitting peacefully peeling apples, and suddenly spoke to break the depressive atmosphere in the ward.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Xin, who had just been scolded by Qiao Shukuang and was in a very unhappy mood, slanted her cold eyes in the direction of Bao Jinghan.
Bo Jinghan was uncomfortable being stared at.
He put down the newspaper and responded to Lin Xing calmly.
"Of course I'm here...to see a joke! I heard that the romantic Mr. Lin, who hangs around in flowers, suddenly sacrificed his guns and cannons in the thing he was most proud of. If you don't come here to see such hilarious jokes,
It’s really a waste of your life!”
Before he could finish his teasing words, the cell phone in his handbag suddenly started ringing loudly.
In this quiet ward, it seemed particularly unusual.
Bo Jinghan quickly took out his cell phone and turned off the ringtone.
I glanced at the caller, answered the call, and turned around to go out.
"Fiona, I won't let you..."
"Something happened!"
Fiona hurriedly interrupted Bo Jinghan's words, her voice trembling slightly, as if she had been frightened, and she seemed to have just stayed overnight for a long-distance run and had not yet recovered her breath.
"What's the matter?" Thia, the police...the police want to subpoena you! What did you say, Meng Lulu's death? What did you say that there were witnesses who confirmed that you and Meng Lulu had an affair, and...and that...that
Box! Dead cat... flower... dead cat..."
The pupils shrank, and the habitual smile at the corner of the mouth slowly faded away.
Bo Jinghan held the phone tightly and ordered in a deep voice: "Fiona, calm down. Tell me what happened. Also, tell me where you are and I'll be there right away!"
calm?
If this kind of news is reported, her career will come to a complete halt! Thia, tell me, you..."
"It has nothing to do with me."
Frowning his brows, Bo Jinghan's mind was a little confused. He might not be used to the sudden news of his death.
And Thia, who received a positive reply, I am at the Western District Police Station now, and the reporter who interviewed you that day is also there. It was she who confirmed that the gift box containing the dead cat and Manzhu Shahua was given to you by someone else! But strangely
Yes, I obviously threw away the box, but why did it appear in Meng Lulu's apartment again? Cynthia, do you know that Meng Lulu's boyfriend has confirmed that you and Meng Lulu had an affair... Tell me the truth, this
Is it real!"
Fiona, who was accustomed to questioning everything, asked again uneasily.
She desperately wanted to believe in Bo Jinghan, but she was frightened by the sudden news of his death, so she especially wanted to be comforted...
