Ye Hehuan took the post-it note, and his heart was sweet.

Yu Zhongxiao bought preserved egg and lean porridge, she brushed her teeth, drank porridge on the bed, and drank every sip with relish, although her throat was tight and painful when she swallowed it, but it was not unbearable.

In the middle of the way, a doctor and a nurse came to visit the room and gave her a simple examination.

Ye Hehuan's body is not bad, except for those skin injuries, there is no concussion or anything, maybe because she looked too terrifying when she was sent in, those little nurses always looked at her curiously, Ye Hehuan lay down generously, let them look at it, and returned them with a bright smile.

The nurse looked at her with an embarrassed face, and withdrew her gaze to concentrate on helping the doctor.

When they left, Ye Hehuan took the disposable lunch box and continued to drink porridge, the door of the ward was pushed open, she didn't look up, thinking that the nurse came in to hang a drip for her, and said inarticulate while drinking porridge: "I'll finish drinking it soon, you wait a little, or you go and hang it for others first, I don't have to worry in the end...... Oar"

The man stood at the end of the bed and did not move.

Ye Hehuan looked up, but what she saw was not a nurse, looking at the colorful tassel shawl, her mood was just empty in an instant, and then she lowered her head and ate her own things.

Han Minjing looked at the hair on Ye Hehuan's head, and didn't speak, the mother and daughter were in such a stalemate.

It didn't take long for the cleaners from the hospital to come in to replace the sheets, this may be the advantage of living in a single and VIP ward, the sheets are changed every day, and even the garbage will be taken away, Ye Hehuan squinted at the bedside table, the ashtray is spotless, and there are no cigarette butts in the trash can, it should be that Yu Zhongxiao cleaned up before leaving, otherwise it would not be so clean.

"Little girl, you get out of bed first, and I'll change the sheets." Aunt Cleaning said.

Ye Hehuan sighed and was about to get out of bed, but found that a slipper had been kicked by someone and was a little far away.

was about to jump over on one foot to wear it, Han Minjing suddenly moved, she walked to the slipper, half-squatted, Ye Hehuan saw her pick up the slipper, and then walked over and put the slipper at her feet.

Staring at the shoe in a daze, when the cleaner came to lift the quilt, Ye Hehuan came back to his senses and put his foot in.

The cleaner began to tidy up the room.

Ye Hehuan stood against the wall, with his hands behind his back, looking over from the side, he could vaguely see the purple strangulation marks on her neck hidden in her hair, Han Minjing retracted her gaze embarrassedly, she saw the breakfast on the bedside table that was about to be eaten, and the hand holding the thermos box couldn't help but tighten.

The cleaner asked if he wanted to throw away the porridge box.

"Thrown-"

"No—"

The two spoke almost at the same time.

Han Minjing's voice didn't carry much emotion, Ye Hehuan didn't look at her, but just said to Aunt Cleaning: "I haven't finished drinking yet, keep it first." ”

"It's just junk food, take it away." Han Minjing's voice sounded in her ears again.

The cleaning aunt is embarrassed and doesn't know who to listen to.

Han Minjing had already walked straight to the bedside table, she put the thermos box on it, and glanced at the bowl of porridge out of the corner of her eye: "The soup cooked at home is always more nutritious than these things." ”

Ye Hehuan didn't like her way of speaking and attitude, and sneered: "I like to drink porridge bought from roadside stalls, and as for the soup, I feel sick to my stomach when I see it." ”

"If you don't drink it, throw it out."

Ye Hehuan bit his lower lip from the inside and was silent, but he held his breath in his chest.

Aunt Cleaning put away the sheets, and when she took off the bed, something fell on the ground, and there was a click, which caused Ye Hehuan to look over.

It's a lighter.

The first reaction in Ye Hehuan's brain should have been that Yu Zhongxiao fell out of his trouser pocket when he was lying on his side with her in his arms last night.

wanted to pick it up, but Han Minjing was one step faster than her.

It was not a plastic lighter bought for a dollar in a roadside shop, the lighter was carved with soldiers in shooting poses and planes, Han Minjing took the lighter and looked through it, and found the 'ZIPPO' logo, Ye Zanwen also used a lighter filled with gas, so she knew at a glance that it was for men.

Generally, a man who uses this kind of lighter must be twenty-seven or eighteen if he is not thirty or forty years old.

"Give me back my lighter." Ye Hehuan rushed over to take it back.

Han Minjing held the lighter and didn't return it to her: "Where did this lighter come from, why is it in your bed?" ”

"I bought it."

"You bought it? What do you buy a lighter for? ”

Ye Hehuan sneered like a little ruffian: "I smoke, I don't buy a lighter, do I want to drill wood to make fire?" ”

Han Minjing frowned, she just scolded her daughter with a disapproving face, and suddenly remembered what Ye Zhimin mentioned in front of her last time, she turned her head to look at the bowl of porridge again, some things were connected in her mind, and she asked in a solemn voice: "Who came in the morning?" ”

"Nope."

"No one came, who bought you porridge?"

"I've got two legs myself, can I go down and buy them?"

Ye Hehuan was too lazy to quarrel with her, and her throat was so uncomfortable that she simply didn't want to use the lighter, she threw off her slippers and climbed onto the bed again, took the remote control and wanted to turn on the TV.

In the next second, the remote control was taken away.

"Are you associating with people in society?" Han Minjing asked.

Ye Hehuan wrapped himself in the quilt, turned over, and turned his back to Han Minjing on the side of the bed, clearly not wanting to answer this question.

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Han Minjing took a deep breath and said, "That post in the school said that you were taken care of/raised by an old man, are you really with those-"

"So what?" Ye He sat up happily, looked at her iron-blue face, and said indifferently: "Whoever I like is my business, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

"Do you still have a little shame?" Han Minjing's calmness and calmness after entering the door cracked.

A knock at the door interrupted the argument in the ward, and Ye Hehuan turned his head to see Yan Yu, who had been standing there for some time.

Qin Shousheng said that it was Yan Yu who saved her in the alley.

Yan Yu came in to greet Han Minjing, Ye Hehuan sat down like an old monk, and then heard Yan Yu say, "Hehuan, did my lighter fall here?" ”

Ye Hehuan raised his head and looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he said this.

"This lighter is yours?"

"I was in too much of a hurry just now, I didn't pay attention to it, and I only found it halfway, so I came back to get it." Yan Yu smiled lightly, and said it well.

Han Minjing's face softened, she glanced at Ye Hehuan, and handed the lighter to Yan Yu: "It fell to the ground just now, since it's yours, put it away." ”

Listening to them, Ye Hehuan's fingers clenched the corner of the quilt.

Han Minjing didn't stay long, and she didn't take the thermos box with her before leaving.

The door of the ward closed, Ye Hehuan raised his eyes, and happened to meet Yan Yu's eyes, she saw the judgment in his eyes, Ye Hehuan didn't know why he looked at him like this, and she still said if she should thank you: "I heard that you sent me to the hospital, no matter what, thank you." ”

Yan Yu still had both hands in his trouser pockets, and he was still holding the lighter in one hand, and his fingertips could draw the pattern on it.

The night before, he saw her downstairs in the mall, knowing that she also saw herself, but she didn't stay for it, and even deliberately avoided it, he still walked to the corridor guardrail to see her leaving, and later found that someone was suspected of following her, like a danger signal sounded in the brain, leaving his subordinates and hurriedly chasing downstairs.

When he chased him to the gate of the mall, Ye Hehuan's bus had just left, and the man with the cap was gone.

Too late to go to the parking lot to drive, he stopped a taxi, but lost the bus because of a few red lights, fortunately he remembered that it was the 116 bus, let the driver drive along the bus line, the vision at night was not good, but he still paid attention to the pedestrians on the road, and later saw Ye Hehuan's schoolbag from a distance on the side of the road.

When he got out of the car and saw the broken mobile phone, his heartbeat stopped for a moment, which was panic and fear that he had never felt before.

When he hugged Ye Hehuan, who was covered in wolves, into his arms, the feeling was like a lost and regained a treasure, but the sound of 'little uncle' lingered in his ears.

When people's lives are in danger, they often want to ask for help from the people they trust and rely on the most.

When he saw the man who had a relationship in Yunnan in the hospital corridor again, the answer to some things seemed to be coming out, he knew for the first time that the man's name was Yu Zhongxiao, and then he learned from the words of the conversation between Ye and Han's two families that Yu Zhongxiao was the son-in-law of the Han family, that is, the 'little uncle' that Ye Hehuan had been shouting before he fell into a coma.

Uncle and niece......

Before he had time to think about the complexity, he learned that Yu Zhongxiao had divorced the youngest daughter of the Han family.

There are so many coincidences that it is no longer an accident to put it together.

Yan Yu looked at Ye Hehuan who was sitting on his knees on the bed, and wanted to ask her, is the boyfriend in your mouth your ex-uncle?

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't ask anything.

Ye Hehuan had already reached out to him, she pursed the corners of her lips, and her voice was hoarse: "Give me back the lighter." ”

"Is it his?" Yan Yu asked.

When Ye Hehuan understood who 'he' meant, she nodded.

Yan Yu took out a lighter from his trouser pocket and handed it over, and when Ye Hehuan was about to take it away, he suddenly said: "Ye, that night, in the bus, you said that you liked someone else, did you lie to me?" ”