Not commenting on Li Beicheng's whimsical plan, Yan Xiaye winked at the bodyguard, pretended to want to go to the bathroom, and quietly left the assigned location for the visitor.

Hiding in the corner, she dialed the number of the hospital. She first reported her identity, and then changed her tone and said unhappy: "How does your hospital manage visitors? How can the patient be interviewed without the consent of the family? If it is stimulated

Who can bear this responsibility in the condition of the disease?”

"Sorry, this is our dereliction of duty. Please wait..."

The nurse opposite was unclear, but just checked the records according to Yan Xiaye's intention and reported quickly: "Miss, you probably misunderstood. For non-violent patients like Yan Shuirou, we will first evaluate her.

If there is no problem, you will be allowed to meet, and there is no need to notify her family."

"What do you mean by being independent?"

"Patients with depression and mania who can take care of themselves, express their emotions normally, and have milder degrees of depression and mania all belong to this category."

"Then, which one is Yan Shuirou?"

"The diagnosis at the time of admission was depression and bipolar disorder, but after our treatment period, all indicators have become normal. If there is no accident, in another month or two, the level of discharge observation can be reached."

After ending the call in confusion, Yan Xiaye found that she was increasingly confused about what Li Beicheng wanted to do.

According to her understanding of Li Beicheng, Yan Shuirou has no value for use at the moment, and is just a garbage that is eager to abandon.

However, his attitude towards garbage was so gentle, which was a bit beyond Yan Xiaye's expectations, and he was worried that he would have any other tricks.

Back to the seat in the waiting room with a lot of worries, Yan Xiaye leaned over and glanced at the reporters' license plate - No. 56.

In order to prevent Yan Shuirou from saying something she shouldn't have said, she quietly hooked her finger at the bodyguard and attached it to the other party's ear and explained a few words.

The people assigned by Mr. Qin are all decathlon elites.

The latter quickly understood what she meant, stood up and left the seat with a water cup, and then staggered accidentally when passing by the reporters, sprinkling all the juice inside on the camera.

"ah--"

"What did you do, you did!"

This action is like poking a hornet's nest. After several reporters rush to pick up the camera and wipe the juice on it with a tissue, but it still failed to save its fragile life.

The bodyguard took a few steps back and hid the number plate in his palm without any trace, "Sorry, I was accidentally... It would be better to give me the invoice for this equipment, and I will compensate according to the price."

"Invoices are all in the company. Do you know how expensive this thing is?" The reporter of the team leader jumped and roared in a frenzy, and he didn't even hear the nurse's voice shouting No. 56.

"Sir, please calm down. No matter how expensive the items are, I will compensate you. You yell like this and be careful to scare my female companion."

The bodyguard politely expressed regret, and at the same time put the empty cup in his hand back in front of Yan Xiaye, with the 56-digit number plate on the bottom of the cup.

With his slender fingers hooked the edge of the number plate, Yan Xiaye stood up with a smile and handed the number plate to the nurse: "Can I go in?"

"Yes, please come here."

...

In the simple-decorated ward, Yan Shuirou was wearing a light pink hospital gown and was slowly trimming the flowers in the vase, striving to be perfect.

She had been waiting for so long, and someone in this world finally remembered her existence.

And of course she would seize this opportunity to completely get rid of the life of a mentally ill person and return to Libeicheng.

She hummed her tunes softly, and she waited and finally waited until someone knocked on her door.

"Please come in."

Yan Shuirou smiled slightly, trying to show her best state, looking forward toward the slowly opened door.

As long as she acted perfectly in front of the reporters, everyone would naturally wonder why she stayed in the mental hospital. Li Beicheng had no way to explain at that time, and he would definitely send someone to pick her up.

"Miss Yan, this is the guest who is here to visit you. You two have half an hour."

The first person to show up was the nurse. Yan Shuirou nodded reservedly, but when she saw the so-called visitor, her eyes widened and she instantly crushed the buds in her hand.

Where is the reporter who agreed to be? How could it be Yan Xiaye?

Why did she come here? Do she want to watch her lively? Or would she plan to do something even more excessive to her?

All kinds of guesses flashed through her mind, and her eyes looked at the beautiful and noble woman fiercely, and she was unwilling to admit the difference between the two at this moment.

No matter how comfortable the conditions in the hospital are, there is always a mental hospital here, and there will be no dedicated person to take care of her beauty and hair.

Xia Ye is different. Not only is she favored by Li Erye, she has become the eldest lady of the Qin family. What kind of luxury goods she wants is just a matter of one sentence. How can she compare with the other party like this?

"Yan Shuirou, you haven't changed for so long, you are so haggard." Shi Shiran sat down on the prepared chair. Yan Xiaye learned from her past style and sarcastically said: "No wonder Li Beicheng is right.

I said, he didn't even want to look at you, it turned out to be true."

For Yan Shuirou, Li Beicheng has always been her most deadly fatal point.

Yan Xiaye had already known this many years ago. Now he uses it like a fish in water, which easily changed Yan Shuirou's face.

"Yan Xiaye, are you watching me lively?"

"I can't say that, after all, I've been very busy lately and I don't have time to spend on you."

Yan Xiaye smiled happily with her lips pursed, and her pink face formed a sharp contrast with Yan Shuirou's pale and white face.

Her usual gentle personality does not mean that she is weak and can be bullied.

Shui Rou had already used up all the last bit of kindness in her heart. With those five years of dark prison life ahead, even if she did too much, she only responded to one-tenth of the other party.

"What are you here to do?"

Yan Shuirou felt so angry that she picked up the teacup with her fingertips, trying her best to control the urge to splash the tea on the other person's face, and drank the hot tea in one sip.

If Yan Xiaye hadn't interfered with it, she would have become the legitimate Mrs. Li, who lived a lingering life with Li Beicheng, and the healthy and lively Ya'er, how could she have fallen to this point now?

"Isn't it Li Beicheng yet?" Yan Xiaye curled his lips with a smile without a smile. He sighed seriously: "He said he avenged me and begged me to go back and remarry him, so I took the time to come and see him and said
Chapter completed!