"This is the chicken soup I made for you, drink a little?" Lin Xingyao sincerely spooned a bowl of chicken soup into a small bowl and sent it to his eyes.

After a few days of recuperation, he has gotten better, but the doctor said that for the sake of his health, he still needs to be hospitalized for a period of observation.

During this period of time, he was actually not happy at all, thinking about his grandfather's aggressive questioning that day, thinking about Su Nian'an, who had always refused to come to see him, his mood couldn't get better at all. Su Nian'an, I hate him.

So for Lin Xingyao, he was not interested at all, but for the relationship between others, he was not the kind of person who was unprovoked, for this reason, he chose a cold face, and said with a lack of interest: "You can put it here, I don't want to drink it." ”

Hearing this, Lin Xingyao's hand holding the bowl stiffened, and she still barely wore a smile on her face, she didn't say anything more, and obediently put the chicken soup on the table on the side.

When she put it away, she heard Han Mochen say again: "If you don't have anything to do, just leave, I'm tired and want to rest, you don't have to come again, I don't need your care, thank you." ”

After finishing a long series of words, Han Mochen lay back on the bed, with his back to her, looking like he refused to communicate.

His obvious refusal made Lin Xingyao unable to hold a smile on her face anymore, showing a slightly disappointed expression, she said, "Then I'm out, you have a good rest." ”

With that, she closed the door and walked out of the ward.

As soon as she walked out of the ward, a message came from Lin Xingyao's mobile phone, she looked at the photos uploaded on WeChat, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

"Model Lin Xingyao and the president of DUS are heating up again!" "Take you into the story behind the former president of DUS and model Lin Xingyao!" "Shocked, Lin Xingyao washed his hands and made soup for the sake of ......"

Entertainment news popped up from Su Nian'an's mobile phone one by one, and these news, without exception, were almost all about the scandal between Lin Xingyao and Han Mochen heating up again.

With cheap hands, Su Nianan accidentally clicked in, and saw that the photos inside showed that Lin Xingyao was taking care of Han Mochen in the ward, and his heart suddenly ached for a long time.

"Han Mochen, what the hell are you doing, do you really don't care?" Su Nianan looked at the photo and muttered to himself.

She didn't understand why when she was looking for the murderer who killed her own flesh and blood, Han Mochen was able to calmly spread scandals with others together; why was there no one around her, including him, when she needed help the most; why was she able to talk and laugh with others even though she said she liked and loved?

These are questions she doesn't understand, but she doesn't want to understand. Because she knew that once she understood, her heart might hurt even more.

Just when Su Nian'an was stunned, the ringing of the mobile phone made her come back to her senses, and when she saw the number, she hurriedly connected and asked, "How is it?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Su," this sentence made Su Nian'an's heart fall to the bottom, "We tried our best, but we still couldn't help it." ”

"How could it be no way!" she clutched her phone tightly, as if it was her life-saving spider silk, "I don't believe it, I must be able to find it!

"The way is to have a ......," said the other end with some hesitation, "that is, there must be more than one monitoring in the hospital, and if we can get all the monitoring in hand, this matter may be a little easier." ”

This sentence immediately inspired Su Nian'an, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, she could not and did not allow herself to give up.

So she replied happily: "Okay, you leave this matter to me, and I will do it." ”

Impatiently, she hung up the phone and immediately ran to the hospital, she wanted to try, with her connections and sincerity, to try to convince the dean.

But as soon as she entered the hospital, she saw Lin Xingyao leaning against the corridor, looking like she had been waiting for a long time.

"You look very bad. Before she could say hello to Lin Xingyao, the other party took the initiative to step forward, looked at her face, and came to a conclusion.

Indeed, during this period of time, in order to find evidence, she was dizzy, she couldn't eat or sleep well, and her complexion was really not much better.

Looking at Lin Xingyao, who looked very good-looking under the heavy makeup, Su Nianan just smiled coldly and said, "Do you have something?"

"Can't you talk about human feelings?...... no wonder you didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Su Nianan just thought with his toes, and he knew that it was not a good word.

She looked at the other party coldly and replied, "For what kind of person, I have what kind of attitude I have." If you don't have anything to do, you won't be accompanied. ”

After speaking, she planned to bypass Lin Xingyao and get down to business.

At the moment of passing by, Lin Xingyao spoke: "I brought Han Mochen to tell you." ”

This sentence made her stop, and she held her breath, wanting to hear what the man wanted to say.

"Han Mochen said, tell you not to continue to investigate, give up. This sentence was relayed from Lin Xingyao's mouth, and it sounded so ironic and harsh.

Her eyes widened and she asked in disbelief, "Is this really what Han Mochen said?"

In the face of her questioning, Lin Xingyao didn't answer, just raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Seeing her like this, Su Nian'an's heart was suddenly full of unconvinced, and she laughed angrily: "I won't believe a word you say!"

Dropping these words, she turned her head and walked in the direction of Han Mochen's ward, she wanted to question him, ask him if he had a conscience, ask him where he put her, why he hurt her again and again.

But before she walked five meters away, Lin Xingyao grabbed her wrist: "I advise you not to go to him without taking your own strength, he won't see you." ”

When she said this, she was full of confidence, as if she was sure that Han Mochen would not meet Su Nian'an. Her appearance completely angered Su Nian'an.

Directly shook off her hand, she scolded angrily: "Who do you think you are?"

"Then who do you think you are?" Lin Xingyao sneered, and in turn also questioned Su Nian'an, "Han Mochen doesn't necessarily come to see you if you have a miscarriage, and he doesn't even want to find out the truth for you, so do you think your position in his heart is really so important?"

Lin Xingyao's words were like extremely sharp swords, sword after sword, all of which were directly inserted into Su Nian'an's beating heart.

For a moment, she was also very confused, yes, who is she from Han Mochen? A man who has done so many things to hurt her, who can be her?