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Mo Qianqian originally wanted to call Ning Ziqi again and wanted to ask about Yu'er's recent situation, but after thinking about it, she still didn't call. 【For more exciting, please visit uruo.】

Because she didn't know how to talk to her about her current situation.

She sighed, could only open the mailbox, and continued to write an email to Beichen Shaoting.

This is the most important thing she does every day now......

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Next week, Yin Yecheng's leg will have surgery, and I asked the doctor, and his condition will be stable in three months at the earliest. When that happens, I'll be able to go back. And also...... Beichen Shaoting, I really miss you, if you are free, give me a call.

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When the email was sent, Mo Qianqian couldn't help but sigh......

I don't know how he's doing now, how Yu'er is doing.

Beichen Shaoting should still be angry with her...... Although her current situation is not much better than his.

It was the first time she knew that without him and Yu'er, she would have lived such a painful life.

His hands must have been much better by now.

Just when Mo Qianqian was in a daze with her mobile phone, the maid suddenly came to her in a hurry.

The maid told Mo Qianqian that Yin Yecheng refused to cooperate with the medicine, and every time he was in the trash can, he would find the medicine he had thrown away.

When Mo Qian heard this, the whole person was shocked......

"He refuses to take medicine, how can he ......"

Didn't he come here to heal his leg...... Why don't you take the medicine properly, and throw it away!

"I don't know why...... Also, one time, I went to my husband's room and smelled a smell of alcohol...... "The maid is a Japanese girl, and she can't speak Chinese smoothly, but her voice is very gentle, but fortunately Mo Qianqian understands what she says."

"You mean, he drank?" Hearing the maid say this, Mo Qianqian was shocked again......

Yin Yecheng's injuries became more and more serious, and he drank again...... Isn't that self-inflicted?

"I think it should be like this, but when we talk to my husband, he won't pay attention to us, only you...... He only listens to you. The maid looked at Mo Qianqian, and then said.

After listening to the servant's words, Mo Qianqian's face was full of sadness......

What is he doing this for?

"I'll take a look!" She said suddenly, then got up, got dressed, and followed the servant downstairs.

In the bedroom on the first floor, in front of the window, Yin Yecheng sat in a wheelchair, staring at the night outside in a daze.

And on the windowsill, there is a bottle of red wine, and a wine glass.

In the glass, there is a slight red liquid.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened.

"I said, don't bother me." Yin Yecheng didn't look back, just opened his mouth lightly, and there was no emotion in his voice.

"It's me!" Mo Qian strode in, and his eyes stopped on the red wine on the windowsill.

The maid was right, he was really drinking!

Hearing this, Yin Yecheng's face changed, and he turned his head in some surprise and looked at Mo Qianqian.

Suddenly, his gaze became a little flustered.

At night, she never came to him...... Not to mention that to come to his bedroom.

"Don't you know that you can't drink alcohol with your current injury?" Mo Qianqian frowned his face, strode over, and took away the red wine and wine glasses on the windowsill, the expression on his face was also very serious.

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