"How can you use this kind of look to look at me, I am not convinced," He Mingyuan glanced at Qiao Zixin.

Her face flushed slightly, and she didn't know whether she was angry or embarrassed.

"On the contrary, I am convinced, Mr. He, you are simply superior in wisdom and observant," Qiao Zixin turned his face to the other side, so as not to look at his cold face.

"Mr. He," He Mingyuan muttered, "Didn't you forget me?" Why do you remember it again now? He Mingyuan's voice just fell.

I was shocked when I was confident, how could I have missed it? Talk less when you're angry, that's not wrong at all.

Qiao Zixin was thinking about countermeasures quickly in his mind, and Qiao Zixin, who was angry, was panting a little widely, and the wound in his abdomen came, and there was a slight pain.

Qiao Zixin's mind turned, thinking about it, bitter and bitter, Qiao Zixin's expression was painful, and he turned his head to He Mingyuan.

"I'd love to answer your question, but my wound hurts so much right now,"

Qiao Zixin's eyes narrowed into a slit, the advantage of this is that first, he can observe He Mingyuan's expression and not be discovered, and second, it is more similar like this, it really hurts.

He Mingyuan saw Qiao Zixin suddenly like this, his cold handsome face suddenly became panicked, stood up, and looked at Qiao Zixin.

As if he wanted to say something, he didn't have an exit after all, and finally squeezed out a sentence, "I'll call the doctor," and walked to the door of the ward.

Qiao Zixin watched He Mingyuan leave, and the breath hanging in his heart was spit out, and when he exhaled, Qiao Zixin obviously felt that the wound in his abdomen hurt and his head hurt.

After He Mingyuan left, Qiao Zixin relaxed, and Qiao Zixin would be inexplicably nervous when he was there.

Qiao Zixin wanted He Mingyuan to call a doctor, and it would take a few minutes at the earliest, just in these few minutes, he was recuperating, and he had just fought against He Mingyuan, and he didn't know how many brain cells he had injured.

Just as Qiao Zixin was enjoying these few minutes of relaxation, the door of the ward suddenly opened.

Coming back so soon, Qiao Zixin was very reluctant and looked at the door.

To Qiao Zixin's surprise, the person who came in was not He Mingyuan.

"On the way here, I saw a flower shop, and I didn't know what you liked, so I listened to the shopkeeper and bought this," Yixun put a bouquet of pink carnations on the small table next to the hospital bed.

The originally monotonous ward became vivid because of the embellishment of the bouquet of carnations.

Qiao Zixin glanced at the bouquet of carnations on the table, the pink petals, and the embellishment of a few green leaves, it was really beautiful.

Qiao Zixin was in a good mood after seeing the flowers, she seemed to be receiving it for the first time, and the flowers sent by others turned out to be in this case.

Qiao Zixin was really helpless when he thought about it, "Thank you, Brother Yixun, I really like it,"

Qiao Zixin's face was full of smiles, and it could be seen that she really liked it.

Qiao Zixin's eyes kept staring, the bouquet of flowers was looking, and Yixun was also satisfied!

As long as Qiao Zixin likes it, his thoughts are not in vain.

"How do you feel today," Yixun asked how Qiao Zixin was recovering.

"I feel a lot better today, and I asked Brother Yixun to make a special trip to bother you," Qiao Zixin moved his gaze from the bouquet of pink carnations to Yixun's body.

Yixun wore a dark purple casual suit today, and he was tall, no matter what kind of clothes he wore, he could show his extraordinary temperament.

"Brother Yixun, you sit, don't just stand, I can't get up, it's really not good to take care of," Seeing that Yixun was still standing, he beckoned him to sit down.

Every time Qiao Zixin sees Yixun, he feels a warm current in his heart.

Qiao Zixin doesn't know why, when she is with Yixun, she feels very cordial, in fact, she likes to be with Yixun.

"You're sick, I'm coming to see you, it's right, how can you say that you don't take good care of you, this sounds like a lot of things, don't be polite to me in the future," Yixun sat down and said softly.

Qiao Zixin smiled, "um".

"Hungry? Is there anything you want to eat," Yixun thought in his heart, it has been a few days since the rescue, and he should be able to eat.

Losing so much blood should be to take good care of the body.

Qiao Zixin shook his head and said, "It seems that you can't eat, although I really want to eat," Qiao Zixin looked like he had nothing to love, and it was really a cruel punishment to let himself not eat.

"If you can't eat it, forget it, when can you eat, tell me what you want to eat, I will definitely take you to eat," Yixun said to Qiao Zixin like a child.

Qiao Zixin sighed, she couldn't eat it, for her, it was like she had been greatly wronged.

Qiao Zixin thought that he must not live up to Brother Yixun's kindness, although he can't eat it now, he can still get better.

"Good! This is what you said, I can eat it very well," Qiao Zixin thought to himself, let's tell him first, if he really invites himself to eat one day, will his own amount of food scare him.

Yixun listened to Qiao Zixin's words and laughed, Qiao Zixin is really a cute girl.

Yixun glanced around and said to Qiao Zixin, "Why are you alone in this room, who is taking care of you, your family?" Why not there? It's out,"

As soon as she heard the word family, Qiao Zixin was still a little lost, because she didn't know what it was like to have a family.

"I don't have a family," Qiao Zixin struggled to keep tears from flowing.

Qiao Zixin also hopes to have a family and be by her side, but she has no family since she was a child.

For Qiao Zixin, these two words are just two Chinese characters, and they have no practical meaning.

Qiao Zixin didn't understand the meaning of the word family at all.

She has followed her adoptive mother since she was a child, running around filming, until her adoptive mother died a few years ago, they didn't have a stable place to live and a warm home.

Yixun was depressed when he saw Qiao Zixin mentioning his family, and felt that he shouldn't have asked this question, which hurt her, but he still wanted to know how she had come over all these years.

"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing," Yixun apologized sincerely, because he felt uncomfortable when he saw Qiao Zixin sad.

"It doesn't matter, I'm used to it," although Qiao Zixin was depressed, she was not sad.

Because she has never felt the warmth of home, she is not looking forward to it.

It's like something you haven't eaten, you don't know what it tastes like, so you don't expect it to taste good or not.

Qiao Zixin's answer made Yixun feel even more sad.

"Ever thought about looking for your family?" Yixun was looking forward to Qiao Zixin's answer, and looked directly at Qiao Zixin, for fear that he had missed something.

"I don't want to," Qiao Zixin replied very honestly, Qiao Zixin didn't want to find it, but she didn't know how to face it when she found her parents.