At three o'clock in the morning, the streets were a little quiet, and Mo Nan walked slowly down the street with his camera bag.

Mo Nan's rented place was the dilapidated old houses behind the bustling streets of the city center. Drilling through a few potholed alleys, avoiding bicycles and cardboard boxes in the narrow corridors, Mo Nan struggled to reach the third floor in the dark.

She carefully pushed open the old security door and closed it gently.

She sighed softly, tossed her heavy camera bag aside, and walked in the direction of the bathroom while undressing, all she could think about was washing up and sleeping soundly.

But as soon as I threw the T-shirt on the sofa, the phone began to vibrate lifelessly. Mo Nan picked up his mobile phone and found that it was because of the Internet, WeChat messages began to pour in frantically.

Before she could slip her spare phone card in, a voice invitation from a small model came.

"Huh?" Mo Nan answered the phone, "You guys haven't dispersed yet?" ”

"Sister," the little model's voice was crying, "You're coming back soon, Xiaoya has an accident!" ”

Mo Nan's expression froze, and he picked up his clothes and walked out: "Don't worry, I'll come over immediately." ”

When she returned to the bar, the sky in the east was already showing a slight morning light, and Mo Nan saw the little model waiting for her at the door of the bar at a glance - Amy.

"Where's Xiao Yaren?" Mo Nan didn't dare to delay, and followed Amy all the way inside.

Amy's expression was a little complicated: "Sister, Xiaoya's situation is not very good......"

The various smells in the box were mixed and unpleasant, Mo Nan frowned, and subconsciously blocked his nose with his hand.

Wine bottles, fruit peels, toilet paper, and ...... everywhere Something unspeakable.

The delirious little mannequin is crooked in the corner next to the couch, covered with a short denim jacket.

Mo Nan's voice was unquestionable: "They are committing a crime!" ”

"Sister," Amy chased in, "Listen to me, this thing ......"

Mo Nan walked straight to Xiaoya's side and gently lifted his coat.

Deep and shallow bruises covered the girl's neck, chest and arms, and Mo Nan's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Call the police!" ”

Amy whispered helplessly: "Sister Mo Nan, you have only been gone for a while today, and we met Lecheng's young owner, we all said that we wanted to leave, only Xiaoya had to ......."

I understand, they can't afford to provoke Lecheng's forces, and if this kind of thing happens, Xiaoya herself is also responsible.

Mo Nan was a little uncomfortable, and after a while, she sighed and said in a low voice, "Let's send it to the hospital first." ”

When the people finally settled down, Mo Nan instantly collapsed on the bench in the corridor.

It was supposed to be a good night, but she could only collapse here tired and sleepy, knowing that she should have spent a little more time in the hotel bed.

"The 3 beds are debrided first, and then ready for suturing right away."

A familiar voice came from the emergency hall, Mo Nan's eyelids jumped, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the source of the sound.

Although the man is wearing a simple white coat, his tall body is still very eye-catching in the crowd of people coming and going. Although this person was wearing a mask and facing him from the side, Mo Nan still recognized the person at a glance.

After all, such a superb is still rare.

She suddenly felt balanced, and it turned out that everyone had been busy all night.

Suddenly, the man turned his head without warning and met Mo Nan's gaze again.

Seeing Mo Nan, this man also seemed a little surprised, but Mo Nan quickly looked away calmly, as if he had never seen the person in front of him at all.

She stood up, walked over to the bedside and said a few words to Amy, then turned and left the hospital.

Jiang Yuhan looked at the back of the woman leaving, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the little girl lying on the hospital bed next to him.

"That little girl, what's the matter?" Jiang Yuhan asked the nurses beside him casually while examining the patient who had just arrived.

"Whew," the nurse's voice was very low, but the disdain in her tone was clearly visible, "I don't know what mess I ate, and my body is also messy." ”

"Didn't call the police?" Jiang Yuhan frowned.

"Call the police," the nurse snorted through her nose, "I see, it's probably a joke." ”

Jiang Yuhan's movements in his hands paused, remembering the woman's soft broken hair and youthful reaction. He chuckled self-deprecatingly, thinking that he was just a whim who met the right eye, but now it seems that it is the ulterior motives of others after all.