"I'm sorry, I'm late, you must be hungry, right?" An Zimo hurried to the hospital and hurriedly put the packed meals on the table.

When Dangdang looked at those packing boxes, they were not from An Zimo's hand at all.

"Mommy, are you busy?" When concerned about the inquiry.

"Yes, something is involved, I packed these meals outside, you can eat them. An Zimo put all the food on the table, Liang Lingcheng's eyes kept falling on her, and he suddenly grabbed An Zimo's arm and stared at her sharply.

"Is someone bullying you? Your eyes are swollen from crying.

An Zimo retreated in a panic, his eyes dodging, unwilling to meet Liang Lingcheng's eyes.

"You read it wrong, I'm the most popular tearful eye makeup nowadays, you don't understand fashion." An Zimo made excuses at will, trying to prevaricate this matter.

Liang Lingcheng is not such a foolish person, how much An Zimo cares about it, he knows very well that a person who cares so much about his children is an hour late when they meet, she must have something to hide from him.

"Mommy, your hands are buttoning the corners of your clothes." When these small details were discovered, every time An Zimo lied, she couldn't help but button the corners of her clothes.

Dangdang has always kept these little details in mind.

An Zimo hurriedly let go of his hand and said it was okay.

Liang Lingcheng took the phone and dialed Lao Yang and asked him to take Dangdang home first.

There were only two people left in the ward, An Zimo and Liang Lingcheng, and Liang Lingcheng couldn't help but ask, "I'm ashamed that I'm gone, you can say it with confidence." ”

... An Zimo was silent, this matter was like a nightmare in her heart, she didn't dare to say it, and she couldn't say it

"You still don't want to believe me, and you don't want to treat me as your only support." He laughed at himself, after all, he took himself too seriously.

An Zimo hesitated for a moment, it was not the same thing that this matter had been hidden in her heart, and she also wanted to say it.

"It's Zhou Qian's business, I've been dreaming recently that she came to ask me for my life, the fire took away her life, and also took away my favorite design dream, eight years, I paid the price for this matter for eight years, and finally got back to my favorite profession, and that nightmare came again."

Outside the corridor, Liang Dongyang clenched his fists tightly, his green muscles bulging, and he tried his best to control his inner emotions.

"Come here." Liang Lingcheng pointed to the location next to the bed and motioned for her to walk over.

An Zimo did not refuse, sat on the edge of the bed, and Liang Lingcheng hugged her into his arms.

"You're right, you didn't set that fire, you were the victim of this accident, you've carried too much over the years, and from now on, you don't need to continue to carry them." Liang Lingcheng said soothingly.

An Zimo looked at the people around her in disbelief, before, she tried her best to explain that Liang Lingcheng was not willing to go on a blind date at all, and she was innocent of all this.

"My city remembers that you scolded me as a murderer." She grabbed the corner of Lianglingcheng's clothes, remembering the nightmarish life in the past, and couldn't help but tremble.

"I have investigated this matter, and according to the people who went to the warehouse to investigate, they came back and said that they found the iron pieces left by the lighter next to Zhou Qian's ashes.

"What if I stuffed that lighter into Zhou Qian's hand?"

She laughed sarcastically, this is their Liang family's favorite means of blaming her.

The man at the door clenched his fists tightly, and the green tendons on his forehead bulged, and he kept holding back from entering the house

Liang Dongyang glanced at An Zimo deeply, his eyes were full of fierce light.

Retracted his gaze, turned around, and forced himself to leave.

The atmosphere in the room became tense for a while, and An Zimo smiled to break the embarrassment at this moment, "Is this the real way to open up?" Your Liang family has never wanted to believe me, and you suddenly said that I was innocent, and I was really a little unaccustomed to it. ”

Liang Lingcheng caught the injury in her eyes, all these years, she has carried everything alone, and it is reasonable to complain.

"I've rechecked a lot of things before, it's not your fault, I'll give you justice. An Zimo was sorting things out, and she couldn't adapt to the sudden gesture of goodwill.

"I've been in unfairness for eight years, eight years, and at first I was trying to argue for myself and clear my name, and then, over time, I realized that sometimes, what one person does is right or wrong depends on what the other person thinks of him, and you don't want to believe me because you didn't choose to believe me in the first place.

An Zimo has seen it very thoroughly, what she has experienced over the years has made her heart stronger, and she is no longer the An Zimo who was once able to control her emotions with one sentence.

Liang Lingcheng had a lot to say, and when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to open his mouth for a while. You don't have to say anything, we get along very well now, I will be responsible for your three meals in the hospital during this time, until you are discharged from the hospital, I don't owe you anything, I am ashamed of the custody, I will still fight for it. An Zimo has been trying hard to keep a safe distance from Liangling City, but as everyone knows, the relationship between them has long been not so simple, and it is not deliberately keeping a distance so that they can not be involved with each other.

An Zimo sorted out the dishes and chopsticks, threw the packing box into the trash, she had to get up early to go to work every day, and she didn't stay in the hospital for long.

Driving home, after washing, she lay in bed and fell asleep.

The next day, she got up early in the morning, ate a simple bite of food, went out with her bag, and kicked a box, and the contents were all scattered on the ground as the box fell.

With long hair scattered and a bloody photo, the person in the photo is none other than Zhou Qian, who died in the fire eight years ago.

The person in the photo had a weird smile, and the residual blood stained her facial features, which looked unusually oozing. An Zimo kicked the box far away in fright, holding himself firmly with both hands, his eyes full of panic. Eight years have passed since this incident, and there are not many people who can remember this incident, who deliberately did this to scare her?

A figure flashed in his mind, and the man's sneer lingered in his mind all the time.

She stood up again, boldly approached the photograph, picked it up and put it to her nose and sniffed it, and a pungent stream of red ink hit her nose.

She quickly picked them up, threw them all into the trash can at the door, and drove to the public order.

Shen Xiubai was already waiting for her at the front desk.

"I thought you weren't coming to the studio today." Shen Xiubai took the initiative to speak.

An Zimo was in a trance, and his heart was heavy, and he missed greeting Shen Xiubai.

Shen Xiubai mistakenly thought that An Zimo was still thinking about him calculating her, so he took the initiative to stop in front of An Zimo, and she crashed into the other party's arms without any defense.