Chapter 230

The spirit is a lot better.

Just go.

Shen Xinyue was in a hurry and pulled Ye Zhimeng onto the elevator.

Ye Zhimeng really couldn't tell for a while, whether she was really injured or fake!

Shen Xinyue said.

If you don't hurry up and run downstairs, how can you grasp the current situation of Li Xingyuan?

Early this morning, she was secretly observing the opposite ward.

Before Ye Zhimeng arrived, Li Xingyuan pushed the wheelchair and took the woman downstairs to bask in the sun.

It's at the fountain.

"How long are you going to stay when you come back this time?" Ye Zhimeng asked Shen Xinyue.

Remember https://m in a second.

Shen Xinyue was stunned for a moment.

If Li Xingyuan sees her for a while......

Then she doesn't have to think about how long she stays, she can go directly to heaven.

"Jiaojiao!"

Shen Xinyue stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ye Zhimeng asked.

"You promise me first, no matter what happens, you can't tell Li Xingyuan that I'm back!"

Ye Zhimeng saw her so serious, and thought that something big had happened.

It turned out to be this ......

"I know, it's not just Li Xingyuan, but also Lu Shaochen, right?" Ye Zhimeng dragged on for a long time.

At the beginning, Lu Shaochen and Shen Xinyue had a vigorous quarrel.

"That's right, forget about this big injustice......" Shen Xinyue patted her head, "You go to the fountain in front and wait for me, I forgot to take my phone!"

didn't wait for Ye Zhimeng to react.

Shen Xinyue pushed Ye Zhimeng forward, turned around and ran vigorously.

Ye Zhimeng: "......"

Why does she think that Miss Shen is even more abnormal than she was three years ago?

Ye Zhimeng shook her head.

This private hospital is among the best.

The stillness of the garden is also very good, and in winter, it is also full of greenery, and there are delicate flowers.

Ye Zhimeng walked forward unhurriedly.

Bask in the sun comfortably.

When she was about to reach the fountain, Ye Zhimeng's gaze touched somewhere, and the smile on her face slowly stiffened.

On the edge of the fountain.

There was a woman in a wheelchair, and in front of her, there was an elegant and good-looking man, who was carefully and gently wrapping her scarf.

Men are no one else.

It was to tell myself that I would go on a temporary business trip for a day or two.

Li Xingyuan pushed Bai Qiuhua and basked in the sun for a while.

I thought about sending her back to rest.

After arranging the loose scarf, Li Xingyuan got up and turned around with his wheelchair.

Just turned around.

It was as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Little Leaf ......"

He muttered.

"Xingyuan, what's wrong?" Bai Qiuhua subconsciously raised his hand, covering the back of Li Xingyuan's hand, and turned back to ask him.

Ye Zhimeng had just seen Bai Qiu's face clearly.

When she looked at it again with a puzzled face.

Ye Zhimeng instinctively took two steps back.

White Autumn Painting ......

Bai Qiu's painting is back......

Ye Zhimeng's ears were buzzing, and her face was frighteningly pale.

She looked at Bai Qiu's painting, and then at Li Xingyuan.

"I see...... I see......" she muttered twice, then turned and walked away.

"Little Leaf!"

Li Xingyuan hurriedly chased out.

He has long legs, and he caught up with Ye Zhimeng in a few steps.

He grabbed Ye Zhimeng's hand and asked angrily, "What are you running?"

The next second.

Ye Zhimeng slapped him hard.

"Xingyuan!"

Bai Qiuhua pushed the wheelchair to chase after him, and when he saw this scene, he exclaimed, immediately stood up from the wheelchair, and stumbled over.