Zhao Qingwu sat on the floor, his head leaning against the door, his eyes were moist, his chest always felt that there was a little qi blocked there, and he couldn't get it out, he was silent for a long, long time, and he could hear He Yurou crying low outside the door through the door.

"Mo Qinghan She has never seduced me by improper means, at the school's orientation party, that was the first time I saw her, I fell in love with her, the only thing I regretted Zhao Qingwu did in this situation is to provoke you in order to take revenge on He Zheyu, don't come to my house again! I am disgusted by the sound I hear now. Zhao Qingwu's tone was very flat, you couldn't tell from the tone of his voice that he was angry, but every word he said had a sharp thorn, which was mercilessly pierced into He Yurou's chest and hit the nail on the head.

Listening to Zhao Qingwu's hurtful words, He Yurou didn't say anything, let the tears in her eyes flow out, but the eyes in her eyes did not have the slightest sadness, but were full of hatred, like a walking corpse, stepping downstairs at a slow pace.

Zhao's mother saw that He Yurou was like losing her soul, she didn't stand firm when she went down the stairs several times, and almost rolled down the stairs. The aunt immediately stopped her steps and glanced at Zhao's mother.

Mother Zhao gave the aunt a gesture, signaling her to do whatever she had to do. He took a few steps forward, and when He Yurou walked by his side, he wiped the tears on He Yurou's face with the handkerchief in his hand, and said like a mother: "I asked the driver to send you home first, and when this matter is over, the stinky boy will naturally figure it out, and the communication will not be as tired as it is now." ”

He Yurou nodded, still did not speak, and walked towards the door of the hall, listening to Zhao's mother's comforting words.

Mo Qinghan, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his somewhat tired eyes, moved his head, looked at the surrounding furnishings, and understood that he was lying in the hospital, and then the picture of Mo Qingyu jumping off the building and dying tragically appeared in his head, and immediately sat up, pulled out the needle with the infusion in his hand, and as soon as her foot landed, the pain caused by her lower abdomen made her sit back on the side of the bed, she covered her stomach and muttered a little inexplicably: "How come, I have never been in pain before, is it because of ......" Mo Qinghan's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sound of opening the door, I saw He Zheyu carrying the thermos bucket and other things, walked in, put the things in his hand on the cabinet on the side, poured out a little soup in the thermos bucket, and said while blowing the soup: "You are very weak now, you need to rest more, don't get out of bed casually, it's not good for your health." ”

Mo Qinghan's eyes kept staring at He Zheyu who was standing beside him, his pale face, indifferent and a little terrifying, he reached out and overturned the bowl in He Zheyu's hand, the soup in the bowl sprinkled He Zheyu's body, covered his stomach, stood up straight and roared: "Qing Yu is dead, Qing Yu is dead, do you know?" ”

He Zheyu didn't take care of the soup on his clothes, he stood motionless, the expression on his face did not change in any way, his thin lips moved, but he did not make a sound.

"It was your fiancée who killed him indirectly, and you said, 'You're going to protect us at all times.'" You were there when Qing Yu had an accident, you were there. Mo Qinghan cried to He Zheyu with almost all his strength.