Author: The moon is hidden in the clouds

"Yo~ Playing conspiracy theory? Lu Yiming has a moral bottom line, okay?"

Wen Qing held his lazy hands in front of his chest, leaning against the door frame, looking at Lu Yiming with a smile, looking up and down at Lu Yiming.

Although Wen Qing smiled so much, she was actually unsure.

Because talking about moral bottom line with a crazy criticism is like playing the piano against a cow.

She was afraid that Lu Yiming had an impulse to let his subordinates destroy Qi Mo once and for all. That would be a waste.

"Moral bottom line? How can I be so despicable in Wen Qing? I am just going to let my subordinates take good care of the young master~"

Lu Yiming's pretending to be stupid and stunned made Wen Qing feel so angry, especially the bright smile on Lu Yiming's face. Wen Qing turned Lu Yiming's face so hard that he would not give him a chance to act.

After Wen Qing turned around, Lu Yiming's smile was completely calm and covered with frost. The two deep eyes were as dark as the bottomless pool water, deep and obsessed with a cold frost. He glanced at Qi Mo, who was not sleeping very peacefully, gave up his thoughts just now.

In fact, Wen Qing guessed it right.

He was going to teach Qi Mo a lesson. After all, he had a rib broken by Wen Qing, so he had to let Qi Mo taste the feeling of breaking a few ribs too~

But after Wen Qing said this, he no longer insisted on finding someone to torture Qi Mo.

Forget it, Wen Qing is in his hands. As long as he changes his mind, Wen Qing will always fall in love with him again and forget Qi Mo's stinky man completely.

When he thought of this, the coldness between Lu Yiming's eyebrows and eyes disappeared, and instead he felt like a spring breeze.

Lu Yiming walked to Wen Qing and handed over the shabby he had run several streets to queue up to buy.

"I remember this shabby restaurant in Nancheng is your favorite food before. I specially queued up to buy it. Are you hungry? Have some food?"

His eyes were affectionate and hot, and he stared straight at Wen Qing's little face.

"Wrong, that's what you like to eat."

Wen Qing just glanced at him and lost interest.

It was obvious that the original owner knew that Lu Yiming liked the Shaomai in Nancheng, so he kept muttering this in Lu Yiming's ear.

But in fact, the original owner doesn’t like it. To be precise, it’s not particularly like it. It’s just because Lu Yiming likes this kind of thing.

Lu Yiming didn't know before that a girl loved him so humbly that she even had to pursue him even her preferences.

But now Wen Qing is not the original owner, so naturally he is not used to Lu Yiming.

Although Wen Qing is not resistant to Shaomai, she will be happy as long as she can make Lu Yiming unhappy!

Lu Yiming stood there at a loss with the kraft paper bag in his hand. The deep shock in his heart made Lu Yiming stand there dumbly.

Wen Qing actually knew it.

So. Every time she pestered herself to go to the Nancheng house for food, was it for herself?

He withdrew his gaze from Wen Qing, his eyes turned from shock just now to eclipse, and there was a hint of sadness and heartache in his eyes.

He slowly opened the kraft paper bag he had just handed to Wen Qing, took out the exquisitely packaged roasted wheat, slowly opened the packaging, and took a bite gently. The rich fragrance lingers on the tip of his nose. The moment he entered his throat, the soft and tempting smell made Lu Yiming's lips gently curl.

Lu Yiming finished eating the roasted wheat, his eyes burned like fire, staring at the figure that was leaving, as if a ball of flame was about to ignite, swallowing the gradually moving back.

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Hospital.

When Qi Mo woke up, his eyes turned to the hospital bed at the first time, but he did not see the person he was dreaming of.

I only saw the somewhat messy bed.

He walked up and touched it with his hands, with a hint of warmth. It seemed that he had just left.

Qi Mo thought Wen Qing was going to the bathroom, so he was not worried at first, but when he accidentally discovered that the phone he had placed on the bedside of Wen Qing was missing, Qi Mo frowned when he felt bad intuition.

He quickly took out his cell phone and called Wen Qing.

Although he did not have Wen Qing’s mobile phone number, he had it from the director, so Qi Mo easily got Wen Qing’s mobile phone number.

But when Qi Mo called, no one answered.

Qi Mo, who always felt uneasy in his heart, seemed to have lost his focal distance, and a cold breath surrounded his whole body.

He can't find her!

He left himself behind!!

His pupils suddenly contracted violently, and the eyes were filled with moisture. His hands were trembling slightly excitedly, curled up their fingers, and fine sweat came out of the palm of his hand. Even his straight back was a little stiff, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

Qi Mo's face became paler. The wound that had been bandaged just now seemed to have vague signs of tearing because Qi Mo tried hard to cleave. A few drops of blood were oozing out. There were countless thoughts in his heart, caught off guard and at a loss.

After a while, Qi Mo came out of that emotion and lowered his head and pinched his cell phone.

Send a message to someone and he wants to find her.

Qi Mo picked up the coat he put aside, put it on, and walked out. In fact, Qi Mo's hands were nothing more afflicted, especially Wen Qing also fed Qi Mo the bleeding pill, so it would be better, as long as Qi Mo changed the medicine on time.

After completing the discharge procedures, Qi Mo waited directly at the entrance of the hospital.

A minute later, an extended Lincoln stopped in front of Qi Mo. Qi Mo calmly opened the door and sat in.

In the back seat, Qi Mo rubbed his eyebrows tiredly with his left hand, and asked in a calm tone, "So, is it Lu Yiming who came and took Wen Qing away?"

"That's how it is."

“Is it voluntary?”

Qi Mo looked at his subordinates with no pity, only cold, as cold as frost, as cold as wind and snow.

The joints were clearly distinguished, and the slender and jade-like hand was placed on the blue and white porcelain teacup. The faint light hit Qi Mo's perfect and delicate hand, even his fingertips were shining. He moved his eyes from his subordinates to the teacup in his hand without any emotion and looked at it.

My subordinates suddenly felt that this question was a bit difficult to answer.

It was seen from the surveillance that Wen Qing voluntarily followed Lu Yiming, and there was no camera in the ward, so he didn't know what was happening in the ward.

However, he has been with Qi Mo for so many years and has the ability to see him.

“It was coerced.”

He replied without changing his expression.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with helping Lu Yiming pull this wave of hatred.

Anyway, it’s just ungrateful to compete with his young master.

So no matter how much hatred is, it is nothing.
Chapter completed!