The person who didn't listen to the doctor's words was not only Yanran, Xuan Mu had gauze on his forehead, took off his hospital gown, and began to change the clothes that Uncle Chen brought.

In this life, the thing he hates the most is the hospital.

"Where did she go?" He asked while wearing a shirt, his body was firm and tight, his abdominal muscles were looming, and his innate noble and arrogant aura made him very attractive.

"Working at a snack bar." White Chess Path.

Over the years, Jessie was his chief secretary, and he would take her with him wherever he went, seemingly the person he trusted the most, but in fact it was just a façade.

The Nangong family has its own rules, but every heir to the family will arrange a shadow when he becomes an adult, mainly responsible for the safety of the heir and carry out the tasks assigned by him, but these people are elusive and never show their heads to the outside world, and they are very secretive, and white chess is one of them.

He has been with him since he was eighteen years old, and has almost never left.

He has been following Yanran these days, observing her every move, and every night at ten o'clock he will punctually put the photos taken the day before and the information he obtained on Xuanmu's desk.

Work?

Rushing to work just out of the hospital?

Xuanmu was stunned as he straightened his clothes, his eyebrows were knotted, and his face was condensed.

In the small alley at the back entrance of the snack bar, she sat on a small bench, mechanically brushing the bowl.

It was noon, the sun was blazing, and there was a torrential rain last night, and the water on the ground was shone by the scorching sun, as if it was in a sauna.

The white shirt was wet and clinging to the thin back. The vertebrae are distinct.

She lowered her head, sweat drenched her hair, slid down her cheeks, and fell drop by drop into the basin of washing dishes, next to the garbage can, which exuded a disgusting smell in the sweltering heat, and she skillfully threw the leftovers into the bucket and soaked the bowl in the pool.

As soon as I finished washing a bunch, a new bowl was brought in.

She looked up at the mountain of bowls and frowned. The face is rarely rosy.

She had a fever. Dizzy, in order to hide the injury on the back of her head, she directly removed the bandage, after all, she came out to work. If someone finds out that you are injured. I guess I'll be fired on the same day.

She was very tired. I only felt that everything in front of me was shaking, and my body had reached its limit.

She had to stop her movements and close her eyes slightly. Took a deep breath.

Gu Yanran, you must not get sick, absolutely not, you are not qualified like that.

Last night, she was woken up by a ringing cell phone in the hospital.

The blue phone screen shows the three words she is most afraid of seeing: "sanatorium"

Gu Shaohua is seriously ill!

She sat on the bed in the hospital, the sky was cloudy, there was a faint light through the window into the dark room, she was tied with a white bandage on the back of her head, holding her mobile phone tightly, her eyes were empty, and she didn't react until she felt the tension lingering in her heart, she slowly asked, "How much money do I have in my account?" How much more? ”

Yes, she didn't ask about her father's illness, nor did she rush to the hospital, but pulled out the needle, paid for the medicine, and was discharged directly from the hospital to deliver milk, and went to work in a snack bar.

She has received such calls countless times over the years, from panic to slow adaptation, and then to today's calm response.

Money!

Yes! Her seriously ill father was not her in a hurry to the hospital, holding his hand in front of his bedside, and spiritually praying that he could get through the difficulties and be saved.

She needs money, she needs to have enough money so that she can give him better medicine, do surgery, and prolong his life.

Cry?

She has long understood that instead of wasting time crying, it is better to use every minute to earn her father's life-saving money.

Eight years ago, she was high and proud, but now she seems to have become a slave to money and a tool to earn money.

"Bang!" A waiter unceremoniously dropped a whole box of dishes and chopsticks that needed to be washed on the ground, and left without looking back.

She is also the lowest person in society, and she can empathize.

Especially in the service industry, those who are called back and forth, occasionally make things difficult by the so-called "God", and are scolded by the boss, and most of them are not in a better mood.

Only then did Yan Ran come to her senses, cheer up again, and continue to work.

Can't get sick, can't faint, she repeatedly admonished herself, supporting her body with perseverance.

Now, if even she is sick, she is really in a desperate situation.

She had saved some money, but this time Gu Hua was seriously ill and took all of them in, and last night she was injured and sent to the best hospital in the city, and she was actually in a VIP ward at an amazing price.

Now the account is empty, and there is not even the minimum living expenses.

At the intersection of Hutong, a luxury car has been parked there for some time.

Inside the car, different from the scorching sun outside, the atmosphere was cold, the man's deep eyes stared through the window and stared at a certain place outside the window, his chest rose and fell, as if he was trying his best to hide some kind of affection, and his fists were clenched.

Why did she find her, how much she suffered in eight years.

But damn it, even so, she was unwilling to face him, secretly left the hospital, unwilling to accept his help, and even refused Uncle Chen, paying for the medical bills herself.

She wiped her sweat with her hand and looked at her watch It was already eleven o'clock.

She had to pick up the speed, and before two o'clock in the afternoon, she had to rush to the Rain Lotus Fang, and there were still two guzheng games to play.

She moved to get the box of dishes and chopsticks that needed to be cleaned, but when she stretched it out, she retracted it, only to feel that her index finger had been cut and the blood was bleeding.

She pressed the wound with her thumb, the sweat on her forehead dripped and fell on the wound, and her heart hurt, she gasped, and her mood was extremely irritable.

Unlucky! Why has she been so unlucky lately!

It seems that since she met him, her life has gone from bad to worse.

First I was burned, I had a car accident last night, and now I scratched my finger for no reason......

Gu Yanran, are you good at cheering up, when will you be sober.

Grievances, inexplicable grievances, tears swirling in the eyes.

After all, she is just an ordinary 25-year-old girl, no matter how strong she is, how strong can she be.

Working like a spinning top, working four jobs alone to support his father's huge medical expenses, even if he was sick, he didn't dare to go to the doctor, he didn't dare to be hospitalized, no one comforted, no one to accompany him, no one to take care of him, and he struggled to brush the dishes in the stinking alley under the scorching sun......

She's worked hard enough, isn't she, why doesn't life seem to be getting better at all, but getting worse and worse, how long will she have to live like this?

Suddenly, someone overbearingly took her injured finger in her mouth, she looked at him blankly, the whole person was stunned, instantly frozen into ice, and did not dare to move.

(To be continued......)