She looked at Bo Jinyan in surprise: "Do you know all this?"
As far as she knew, Mo Ye, the person involved, didn't seem to know about it. He always believed that he was abandoned, so he had such deep resentment.
Otherwise, how could he become a different person?
Bo Jinyan is still cold and indifferent, and is not very interested in other people's affairs.
"It's no use knowing it. Besides, I'm just guessing. There's no evidence at all. It would actually be good if the two of them were separated. At least, no one would be in the way of the other."
"No, your brother." Gu Luoqi sighed a little; "You actually don't care about his life-long events."
Bo Jinyan hummed, but still had the same lukewarm attitude: "How should I put it, their own creation."
Gu Luoqi sarcastically said: "You just don't want to take care of it. But that's right, I wouldn't care if you changed it."
Don't meddle too much in other people's affairs.
If you care too much, you are crossing the line.
Bo Jinyan patted her head: "Well, so don't worry about it."
Gu Luoqi thought for a while and then nodded.
"Yeah, I know."
"Do you want to go back?" Bo Jinyan asked.
"No, go to the library." Gu Luoqi patted the book in his hand and said, "I have to return the book."
"good."
…
Mo Ye returned to the ward very late at night.
The nurse is guarding the ward to prevent Zhou Mujin from being unstable and looking for death.
Seeing Mo Ye come in, she stood up from the chair and whispered: "Miss Zhou's condition is stable. After Miss Gu came, she has been reading outside the balcony."
Because Zhou Mujin almost jumped just now, an iron fence was installed outside the balcony.
"She also said she was hungry. She just asked the kitchen to prepare some millet porridge, and she ate a bowl."
Mo Ye nodded and said, "I understand, you go out first."
"yes."
The nurse quietly withdrew.
The door closed with a slight sound.
The man reading outside the balcony stopped for a moment and then continued reading.
Mo Ye stood behind her and looked at her quietly for a while, then walked over quietly.
It was a bit windy at night.
There was a thin blanket on her arm. Under the dim light, she was very thin, and the blood vessels under the hand resting on the book were clearly visible.
Mo Ye looked at her condescendingly, and after a moment, he took away her book.
"You're not even allowed to read the book?" Zhou Mujin complained helplessly: "Then what else can I do?"
"Do you understand?"
Mo Ye opened the book. It was in French, and it was a professional book. How could she understand it?
I don’t know which unscrupulous guy put this book here. Isn’t it obvious that he was trying to embarrass her?
Zhou Mujin was silent for a moment and said, "I can't read the text, but I can look at the pictures."
"..."
Mo Ye opened the book and scanned it quickly: "Well, it's not bad. On average, there is only one picture in fifty or sixty pages. I'm sorry for you."
"..." Zhou Mujin was hurt, but she was also very calm.
She curled her lower lip and hummed indifferently: "Fortunately, I have plenty of time now anyway."
"Do you have enough time?" Mo Ye couldn't hold it back and sarcastically returned.
As soon as this sentence came out, he immediately regretted it.
However, Zhou Mujin pulled up the blanket on her body with a calm expression: "It's not bad, originally it didn't grow, but someone wants me to live."