In the first hospital square, many patients in blue and white striped hospital gowns sit on the lounge chairs on the green lawn. They bask in the sun and enjoy the warmth and tranquility of this time.

Even if they have a few illnesses or a brush with death, their hearts are still like the sun. Some of them were carefully cared for and accompanied by the nurses, and they gradually showed sparse smiles.

Mu Xiaojing, who had been watching them, was also rendered by them, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised. It was her first smile since the loss of her child, but the melodious arc was tinged with desolation.

This kind of her made Mo Wenxuan, who was staying in the distance, feel distressed, he only looked at her quietly, and the sadness seemed to be deeply felt.

Hua Ran, who was standing beside him, saw the emotions in his eyes, sighed secretly, and walked towards Mu Xiaojing.

When he sat down in the vacant seat next to Mu Xiaojing, he blamed: "Xiaojing... You're not well yet, why don't you rest in the ward?"

Miscarriage is a serious blow to a woman's body, and it is more harmful than giving birth to a child, and if there is no good recuperation, it will be troublesome to leave sequelae.

"It's stuffy in the ward, come out and relax. ”

Worried about Mu Han's safety, he couldn't sleep every day and night, and the time was as long as an endless mountain range, so it was better to come out and see things outside.

Now I can't do anything, I just hope that Mu Han can be safe.

"Xiaohan has news?" Mu Xiaojing looked back at Hua Ran, her eyes clear and deep.

Hanazme couldn't respond, and opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer, just shaking her head.

She vowed to help, but she didn't do anything.

"Trust me, Xiao Han will be fine, we will find him soon. ”

Mu Xiao, who lowered his head, was silent, Hua Ran didn't say anything anymore, and looked back to see where Mo Wenyanxuan was standing just now, but there was no longer him.

Haitian Apartments

Geng Lei parked the car in the driveway by the sea and personally walked down to open the door for Leng Yuchen, who was sitting in the back seat.

Stepping down with both feet, the cool sea breeze blew, and the coolness in his face made him frown.

"Lord, put on this trench coat when the wind blows. Jing Lan, who got out of the car, stepped forward and put the windbreaker jacket in the crook of her hand to put it on for him.

Leng Yuchen raised his hand to stop it, and stepped forward, and the two of them hurriedly followed.

When Geng Lei opened the door, a smell of smoke instantly came to his nose, and when he saw Leng Yuchen's unpleasant cough, he walked to the window first and opened all the windows on the first floor one by one.

As the window opened, the smoke in the room slowly dissipated, and Leng Yuchen walked into the living room.

Mu Yanxi, who was leaning on the sofa, heard the cough, looked back, and saw that the person who came was Leng Yuchen in the fog, and immediately extinguished the cigarette that burned red to half in his hand, brushed his messy curls a few times, and stood up with a nervous face, "Yuchen..."

At this time, although she was still beautiful, her face was a little tired, she was wearing a bathrobe, and her hair had not yet been combed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you would come, see you like this. ”

They came suddenly, and she wasn't prepared at all, and she was still not dressed up.

Looking at the person in front of him, Leng Yuchen's eyes turned cold into frost, "Pregnant, still smoking?"

Pregnant people are the most taboo about alcohol and smoking, since she can be so unscrupulous.

It seems that what he saw on this trip was an unexpected scene.

"Yu Chen, listen to my explanation. His cold words made her panic all at once.

Since leaving Jingyuan that day, she has been extremely bored every day, so she wants to dispel her sorrows with smoke, and she doesn't want him to come at this time, and she happens to see her like this.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. ”

Leng Yuchen sat on the single sofa, leaning on the back of the chair with double **, thin lips pursed slightly.

Jinglan Geng Lei stood side by side not far away, and couldn't hear their conversation, but looking at the living room, he could feel that there was something wrong with their atmosphere.