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...... Da"

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.