After breakfast the next day, Le Yao asked Chen Yi to drive her to the Renci Hospital.

On the way, I found a flower shop and stopped. Leyao spent 200 yuan to buy a handful of yellow chrysanthemums.

Chen Yi looked at the orange chrysanthemum and twitched his lips. Is Miss Han going to visit the hospital or to visit the grave?

When she arrived at the hospital, Le Yao asked Chen Yi to wait for her below. She wouldn't stay for too long anyway, after all, she had nothing to say to those of them.

Renci Hospital is a private hospital with a small scale, but the fees are not cheap, and the people who receive are basically rich.

Le Yao went to orthopedics with chrysanthemum in her arms, but when she entered the elevator, she suddenly swept to a figure outside. She was very familiar. She just wanted to see clearly again, and the elevator had already closed and couldn't help but touch her chin. Is it a coincidence?

The elevator stopped soon on the third floor.

When Le Yao walked out, she saw the orthopedic sign and soon found the ward of Hansheng. It was a very luxurious single room with a living room.

Zhou Yunmeng, Han Xueqian and Han Pengcheng are all there.

Then Han Pengcheng might have been shocked by Le Yao last time, so when he saw her entering the door, he subconsciously stepped back.

"Dad, I wish you a speedy recovery." Le Yao handed over the chrysanthemum.

Han Sheng was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the chrysanthemum, his face, which was not very good-looking, suddenly became even more ugly.

"Don't like it?" Le Yao frowned slightly, "Then will I change to the white next time?"

"You..." Han Sheng's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Don't be angry." Zhou Yunmeng hurriedly helped Han Sheng gently stroke his chest, "Your blood pressure is a little high..."

"Alan." Han Xueqian's face was slightly darker, "How can you bring chrysanthemums?"

"What's wrong with chrysanthemum?" Le Yao widened her eyes, "Chrysanthemum is a gentleman among flowers."

"Chrysanthemums are only used when visiting the grave, representing sacrifices. Are you cursing your father?" Han Xueqian sneered in her heart. Idiots are idiots.

"Dad is angry because of this?" Le Yao knew the reason and looked at Han Sheng.

Han Sheng turned his head and looked aside. Why didn't this terrible bitch die?

"If you don't say it, it's terrible to be uneducated." Le Yao sighed, then shook her head, "In addition to commemorating the ancestors, the flower language of chrysanthemum also has the meaning of becoming prosperous. Don't you know?"

Han Xueqian twitched the corner of her mouth. No matter how many flower languages ​​there were, chrysanthemums were used to visit the grave. This is a consensus among the public. Even if it means success, it is useless, because it is obvious that it is used to visit the grave.

"Dad, you misunderstood me so much." Le Yao sighed, "Forget it, since you don't want to see me, don't call me. I'm so sad, I'm leaving." Then she turned around and left with her chrysanthemum in her arms.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

After Le Yao left the ward, Han Sheng reacted and hurriedly called out: "Alan, come back." Then he glanced at his wife and daughter, "Go and get it back quickly."

Han Xueqian was the first to rush out and grabbed Le Yao: "Alan, Dad has something to say to you."

"Yes, don't worry." Zhou Yunmeng also ran out, "Family, speak well."

"There's nothing to say." Le Yao pushed the two away, "We'll rarely meet again in the future..." However, before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in the back of his head, and then he lost consciousness.
Chapter completed!