As the night deepened, inside the ward.

Luo Qiao was lying on the hospital bed, her eyes drooping slightly, and her thin and slender eyelashes blocked all the emotions in her eyes.

There was a knock on the door outside, and she lifted her eyelids and whispered in.

The voice is slightly hoarse.

The door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, revealing the man's cold and hard face, and Han Ember walked in, his eyes swept over the woman's pale face, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

He closed the door and went to the bed.

The tone was as low and cold as ever: "Are you okay?" ”

Luo Qiao wanted to get up, but was stopped by Han Yan, he put a pillow behind her, and his movements revealed careful and considerate.

Luo Qiao pursed her lips: "It's nothing." ”

Han Yan looked at her, in his impression, Luo Qiao has always been fresh and wanton, she has cunning and beautiful eyes like a cat, and she doesn't seem to worry about anything, this is the first time he has seen her show this kind of appearance, pale and thin, and the whole person seems to be shrouded in layers of shadows.

He remembered the scene when the door was kicked open by Luo Zelan, the woman shrunk in the corner, trembling, and in an extremely abnormal state.

Han Yan's thin lips pursed into a straight line, his Adam's apple moved, looked at her and asked, "How ......do you look during the day?"

As soon as the words fell, he obviously saw Luo Qiao's expression stiffen.

Han Yan's eyebrows twisted slightly, and he took back the second half of his words, and only said, "What the hell is going on?" ”

The room was quiet, and Luo Qiao didn't speak.

But the silence sometimes says a lot about something.

Han Yan's brows furrowed even tighter, and he stared at Luo Qiao's small and fair face, "Your condition, Ming Siran, does he know?" ”

Hearing these three words, the woman who had been silent seemed to have a reaction.

Her eyelashes moved, her eyes lifted, and her voice was soft: "Don't let him know." ”

These words were almost her subconscious reaction.

Han Yan couldn't help but suffocate in his heart.

Luo Qiao looked away and said slowly, "...... Don't tell him either. ”

Han Yan looked at her thin and thin, and couldn't say what she felt in her heart for a while.

……

Coming out of the ward, Han Ember saw Wu Fang leading a man from outside.

"Ruize, this way."

Two tall and tall men came to the ward, Wu Fang noticed him, nodded to him, didn't care about saying anything, and hurriedly led Ruize in.

Han Ember retracted his gaze and raised his legs to walk out.

"What's going on?" In the ward, Rize asked as soon as he came.

He stared at Luo Qiao's face with a worried expression: "Haven't you been sick for a long time?" ”

Before Luo Qiao could speak, Wu Fang on the side hurriedly said, "I asked Xiao An to go back to China to help you take a look." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone.

"No, you don't." Luo Qiao stopped softly: "It's okay anymore, and I'm not sick suddenly." ”

As soon as these words fell, both of them looked up at her at the same time.

Luo Qiao sat on the hospital bed, without any expression on her pale face, and said lightly: "It's the second time." ”

Ruize quickly understood the meaning of her words, and instantly wrinkled his eyebrows: "Someone is plotting against you behind your back?" Who? ”

Luo Qiao didn't speak for a while, she leaned back, looked at the scenery outside the window, the coolness came through the corners of her eyes, and after a while, she said, "I think, she must know something......"

Witch Ruize glanced at each other, his brows furrowed.

……

When Ming Siran returned from abroad, it was already the next morning.

The black sedan stopped outside the airport, and Ming Siran got into the car with a low voice: "How is Qiaoqiao?" ”

The assistant sitting in front turned around and said, "We know about the private hospital where Miss Luo lives, but Mr. Luo Zelan is very well guarded, and we can't inquire about anything." ”

Ming Siran's good-looking brows furrowed slightly, and he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket to call the brother and sister again, but the call was always unanswered.

Ming Siran didn't look up, looking at the interface of the phone: "Go to the hospital first." ”

"Yes, Mr. Ming."

Forty minutes later, the car stopped at the hospital, and Ming Siran leaned over and got out of the car.

The man was dressed in yesterday's suit, slender and straight, because of the long journey, the suit was a little wrinkled, but it did not affect his full luxury at all.

He walked to the private hospital on his long legs, came to the floor where he heard from his assistant, and as soon as he got out of the elevator, he was stopped by several tall bodyguards.

Ming Siran looked at a few of them, and there was a faint coldness in his always lazy and casual eyes: "Did you stop the wrong person?" ”

The bodyguard who stopped him was expressionless: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ming, Miss needs to rest." The young master has instructed that no one is allowed to enter. ”

Ming Siran didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with them here, and said in a deep voice: "Get out of the way." ”

A few bodyguards didn't seem to hear, like a wall blocking there, motionless.

Ming Siran's eyes narrowed slightly, and the subordinates who followed him immediately stepped forward and were about to make a move, but as soon as he touched the shoulder of the bodyguard, he saw a handsome and cold man walking from the front.

Luo Zelan was dressed in a straight suit and said coldly: "What's wrong?" His gaze fell on Ming Siran, and he twisted his eyebrows in displeasure: "You're back." ”

Ming Siran said in a deep voice: "Quietly injured." ”

Luo Zelan glanced at him: "Hmm." ”

"Is it serious?"

Luo Zelan stared at him for a few seconds, and said lightly: "It's not very serious." ”

After Ming Siran finished speaking, he crossed him and was about to go in, but as soon as he took a step, he was stopped in his way.

His gaze fell on the slender and cold white hand of the man in front of him, Ming Siran turned his head, and his tone was dangerous: "What do you mean?" ”

Luo Zelan didn't raise his eyelids: "You can't go in now." ”

"Was that your idea?"

The man didn't speak.

Ming Siran walked past him with an expressionless face, but just after walking a few steps, he heard Luo Zelan's sentence behind him: "It's that you don't want to see you." ”

Ming Siran paused, the precious black leather shoes stepped on the ground, making a soft sound, he turned his head, from the eyebrows, eyes and nose to the thin lips, every inch was just the right perfection, his scattered voice revealed a coldness: "Is it that you don't want to see me, or do you want her to see me?" ”

Luo Zelan's eyebrows were deep, he looked at him for half a second, and said lightly: "No matter which one it is, as long as I don't want to, you won't be able to see her today." ”

A sneer overflowed from the man's lips, and the disdain was obvious, Ming Siran ignored Luo Zelan, and walked forward directly with his long legs.

Luo Zelan looked at his slender and upright back, and only coldly threw two words to the tall bodyguard beside him: "Stop." ”

As soon as Ming Siran took a few steps, the fist of the bodyguard behind him smashed down on him, with great force, as if with the sound of a strong wind, he turned his head to dodge, his eyes looked at Luo Zelan over the bodyguard, and his eyes were cold for a moment.

Luo Zelan looked indifferent, didn't look at him, turned around and walked towards Luo Qiao's ward.