"Reporter Xiaoqian held the microphone in her hand, facing the camera, and stood sideways outside Qiao's Group.

Half a month ago, the head of Qiao's Group and his wife died in a car accident, but fortunately, Qiao Yuming, the daughter of Qiao's couple who was in the car at the time, was not in danger of life, and Qiao Yuming, who was in a coma, was sent to the hospital under Qiao's Group for treatment. And today, Qiao Yuming's own uncle Qiao Jingting came to Qiao's to hold a board meeting, this move can't help but make people reverie, is the cause of death of Qiao's ruler really as simple as an accidental car accident?

I'm reporter Xiaoqian, and I'm reporting for you. Next, Xiaoqian will lead you to go deep into Qiao's, interview Mr. Qiao Jingting up close, and reveal the secrets for you one by one. ”」

Lin Qingyan sat cross-legged on the floor covered with a blanket, holding a bucket of instant noodles bought from a small shop downstairs in his hand, and lifting the tin foil lid with one hand, and hot air gushing out of the bucket.

Lin Qingyan picked up the chopsticks and ate a simple lunch, and the TV on the wooden counter five or six steps in front of him was playing such entertainment information, Lin Qingyan didn't care too much about this kind of gossip news, but as the words "Qiao's Group" and "Qiao Yuming" came into his ears, Lin Qingyan's relaxed strings immediately tightened, and the food in his hand was put aside, but he picked up the overall gray-black remote control, and turned the volume up to a higher tune, not afraid that the sound would hurt his head, but he was afraid that he would miss a word.

The "Qiao Yuming" mentioned on TV is the target of Lin Qingyan's strategy this time, how could Lin Qingyan not pay attention to her news.

In this world, Lin Qingyan, who has just graduated and needs to find a job, does not focus on various recruitment information, but focuses on the entertainment news on the TV screen.

"Reporter Xiao Qian took the microphone and handed it to a man in a suit who was a head taller than her, this is the person Xiao Qian wants to interview today.

Qiao Jingting, the younger brother of the deceased ruler of the Qiao family.

"May I ask Mr. Qiao Jingting, is your meeting about the selection of the new chairman of Qiao's Group?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you what to do."

Qiao Jingting was impatient with these entangled reporters in his heart, but with a gentle expression on the surface, he politely refused to answer to the camera, which was the most time for an irrelevant person.

Xiao Qian followed quickly while directing the photographer, and beside Qiao Jingting's right side, she quickly asked, "Mr. Qiao Jingting, did your niece Qiao Yuming not show up at the funeral of her own parents, is it because of her physical hindrance and did she not show up, or is it that she was coerced by some people to not be able to reach the funeral?" ”

Qiao Jingting walked towards the conference room with a calm face.

Xiao Qian was not affected, and continued to exert her own spirit, breaking through the assistant who had been blocking Qiao Jingting's side, "Qiao Yuming, as the first heir of the Qiao Group, how is she recovering now?" Everyone cares about her, Mr. Qiao Jingting, can you give us an accurate answer? ”

"Thank you for your concern, she is the only daughter left by my eldest brother, and as an uncle, I will naturally take good care of her."

After Qiao Jingting glanced at the assistant, he turned to leave alone.

The assistant summoned security guards and blocked Xiaoqian's way, "I'm sorry, please leave first." ”」

Lin Qingyan pressed the power off button on the top of the remote control, and the picture on the TV screen that jumped to other scenes turned black, and the originally bright sound disappeared in an instant.

The remote control was left on the sofa behind her, Lin Qingyan picked up the only remaining warm instant noodles, and ate them in a big gulp, thinking that after solving this lunch, she had something to do, and she could no longer be as casual as she was a few days before she came to this world.

A bucket of instant noodles was eaten cleanly, and there was not even a mouthful of soup left, Lin Qingyan got up and stomped her feet, stretched her waist and walked to the computer desk, pulled out the chair and sat down, she wanted to check the address of the hospital under Qiao's Group on the Internet, and even the funeral of her parents did not appear, so Qiao Yuming is very likely to still be recuperating in that hospital, anyway, there is nothing to lose, and there is nothing to lose by running in vain. As for the basic information about Qiao Yuming, as early as when he first came, he began to inquire everywhere and search on the Internet, where would he wait until this time.

However, there is very little information about Qiao Yuming on the Internet, how can some basic information not be searched for people like this who have a halo in life even if they are doing nothing? This situation seems to have been artificially erased, is it because the Qiao couple does not want Qiao Yuming to be exposed to the public eye for the safety of their daughter, but Qiao Yuming, as the heir of the Qiao family, how can he hide from everyone's sight all his life?

Noting down the address on a piece of paper, Lin Qingyan simply cleaned up the residence, and left the residence empty-handed, only carrying enough money to reach the destination.

Half an hour later-

"Excuse me, where is Qiao Yuming's ward?"

Lin Qingyan stood in front of the most conspicuous consultation desk in the inpatient department of Qiao's Hospital, raised his right hand and knocked on the table to attract the guiding nurses who were sitting with their heads bowed and busy with something.

"You are"

"I'm her new nurse, and today is the first time I've been here, and I accidentally lost the ward number given by my employer, so I want you to check it."

This nurse is new in the past few days, and the senior who took her was called by someone to deal with things temporarily, and she was the only one at the front desk at the moment.

Although she had heard of Qiao's name, she had only heard about it, and she didn't know much about what Qiao Yuming represented.

Think about it, what is the use of ordinary people understanding these things? If you hear it inadvertently, it's just a gossip to listen to.

What Lin Qingyan said, she believed it without thinking about it, let alone thinking about whether Lin Qingyan would be a liar, but it was impossible to have any bad intentions towards Qiao Yuming.

She looked through the record sheet for Lin Qingyan in a friendly way, "I found it, No. 401 at the top." ”

Being able to know Qiao Yuming's specific ward number in the hospital is the best result that Lin Qingyan expected in her heart on the way here, she didn't want to eat a fat person in one go, which is also very impossible, Qiao Yuming is a famous daughter, how can it be that people like her want to get close to her.

For the warm-hearted nurse at the front desk, Lin Qingyan replied with a word of thanks and parted with her, since it was possible to get close to Qiao Yuming's opportunity in front of him, how could Lin Qingyan be stupid enough to go home.

Lin Qingyan walked out of the elevator and stood in the corridor of the highest floor of this building, the sun was shining outside, he didn't expect the inside to be more dazzling than the sun, the golden and brilliant facilities, the light from the ceiling above his head shone on the milky yellow floor, making the people walking on it more eye-catching.

This should be the so-called luxury VIP room? Sure enough, it is up many grades compared to ordinary wards, and only wealthy nobles can afford to live in it.

The corridor was quiet, and Lin Qingyan's footsteps were unexpectedly eye-catching.

"401", the three silver-colored metal numbers are inlaid on the white wall at the top of the door of the ward.

Lin Qingyan stood in front of the door of ward 401, and came all the way, and did not encounter bodyguards and other characters to add obstacles to her progress.

The door was not locked, Lin Qingyan directly pushed the door open like an acquaintance visiting an old friend, and walked in without the consent of the owner. She seemed to be a little anxious at this moment, becoming like a love idiot who was in a hurry to get on her way to a date and learned that she was late.