With such a look and temperament, he walked all the way into the hospital and received countless eyes.

"Wow, look, so handsome."

"He's a lot like an idol star."

"I also think so, if I debut, I will definitely kill a lot of popular little fresh meat in seconds."

“……”

In my ears, I faintly heard the girls whispering.

The fiery eyes and the topic of his mouth are all him.

In the past, even if he pretended to be indifferent on the surface, Luo Ci inevitably frowned.

But now, Luo Ci has been able to be calm and calm, and even his eyes have not changed a little.

It seems that being the center of attention is a natural thing for him.

Expression control management is a compulsory course for the training of prosperous artists.

- No matter what you think in your heart, you can't show half of your true emotions on your facial expressions.

For example, micro-expressions such as frowning that express irritability, displeasure, and impatience are absolutely not allowed to appear on the face of a qualified artist.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were not shocked, his blue jeans were slender, his legs were slender, and he took graceful steps along the hospital corridor to an ordinary ward.

Luo's mother was not in the familiar bed.

When the bed was empty, there was only a nurse in white, who was making the bed.

Luo Ci's calm face couldn't help but change after all—the disappearance of the seriously ill biological mother and whether she can calmly cope with the attention of the public are completely different things.

He stepped forward and couldn't help but grab the arm of the white-clothed nurse, and his tone was slightly eager: "Miss nurse, may I ask where the patient on this bed is?" ”

The white-clothed nurse turned her head and saw Luo Ci's appearance, her face turned red, and she replied, "...... The patient has just been transferred to the VIP ward. ”

VIP ward?

Knowing the whereabouts of Luo's mother, it was not his bastard's biological father who came to make trouble again, or was forced to pay debts, Luo Ci was immediately relieved.

Realizing that he was still holding the arm of the white-clothed nurse, and the latter looked at him with a slightly red face, Luo Ci hurriedly let go, retreated slightly, and distanced himself: "Sorry, I was in a hurry just now......

"It's okay." The white-clothed nurse shook her head shyly.

It's really handsome.

In close contact with such a handsome guy, she doesn't mind at all.

Luo Ci didn't see the pink heart in the eyes of the white-clothed nurse, politely asked for Luo's mother's transfer to the VIP ward number, and then turned to leave.

Luo's mother accidentally suffered from uremia.

This disease burns money, and a kidney dialysis is several thousand, which is definitely a heavy burden for the Luo family or Luo Ci.

Before she met Fenghua, Luo's mother almost couldn't even afford the ordinary ward and basic physiotherapy, where could she afford to live in the VIP ward?

Luo Ci walked towards the ward told by the white-clothed nurse, and couldn't help frowning his delicate eyebrows, thinking about who helped Luo's mother transfer the ward.

Outside the VIP ward, the door was ajar.

Luo Ci's eyes reflected a haunting shadow, and he was stunned at the moment.

…… Is that her?

The woman sitting with her back to the doorway was wearing a long purple dress, the hem of which hung slightly at her feet, revealing her slender and delicate ankles, like a touch of crystal clear snow.

The long black hair was draped over the shoulders like a waterfall, and a strand of green silk was pinned behind the ear like ink, revealing a delicate side face that was white and shiny.

Luo Ci froze slightly, and his long and thick eyelashes blinked hesitantly.

I can't believe my eyes.

It's like being in a dream.

- How did she end up here?