An inspection, because Qiao Yesi's mood was unstable, was not completed until almost noon.

Qiao Yesi kept crying when she got up from the bed. Cheng Weiyue asked the doctor about her physical condition and was relieved when she learned that there was no laceration and nothing serious.

After the doctors had left, Cheng Weiyue hugged Qiao Yesi, who was already crying, patted her back and comforted her: "It's okay, it's okay..."

"Sister Weiyue, I'm actually very scared." A certain secret trust was established between the two, and this trust made Qiao Yesi willing to tell the truth in front of her.

"But I... I didn't dare to say it, and I didn't dare to show it. I actually guessed it... I knew it was my father and my sister who did it. They plotted against Zhou Siheng. I could only pretend... pretend not to know.

, if I cry and make trouble, everyone will be more embarrassed."

Cheng Weiyue looked at her sobbing and took out a few tissues from the bedside to wipe her tears.

For a little girl, this experience is really too cruel.

People in this world may never encounter such a thing in their entire lives.

Cheng Weiyue knew that at this moment, all words of comfort would only seem pale.

There are many wounds that can only be healed little by little with time, or in other words, forgotten.

Cheng Weiyue sat in the room with Qiao Yesi for a long time. The little girl lay on her shoulder and cried until she ran out of energy. It was almost evening before she fell asleep.

Cheng Weiyue originally wanted to accompany her, until her phone vibrated with an unfamiliar number.

She was not prepared to pick up the call at first, but the other party was quite patient and kept calling in again and again.

Seeing Qiao Yesi's eyelashes trembling, as if she was about to wake up, Cheng Weiyue stood up and walked out...

It had just snowed in Jingcheng, and the silver-covered sky and earth were filled with dazzling white.

Zhao Hanchen has been standing in front of the window, the window is half closed, and the coldness is biting.

His hand holding the phone was shaking, and he didn't know whether it was because of the wind and snow, or because of the panic in his heart.

The moment the call was connected, tears welled up in my eyes.

The ends of his eyes turned red, and his phoenix eyes were bottomless.

Cheng Weiyue heard him say: "Ning Ning, can you not hang up..."

The same thing happened again and again, and Cheng Weiyue lost her patience. She said coldly: "Don't do such tricks in the future, Zhao Hanchen, it's quite boring."

After she finished speaking, she wanted to hang up, but she heard Zhao Hanchen's increasingly hoarse voice.

He said: "Ning Ning, my father was critically ill last night."

Cheng Weiyue didn't know what to say for a while.

Life and death are always the most unacceptable and irreversible things in this world.

Cheng Weiyue closed the door of Qiao Yesi's room, was silent for a moment, and finally said softly: "Nowadays, medical technology is so advanced, there is no guarantee that anything will happen. My uncle is auspicious, so don't scare yourself."

She spoke so calmly, even if there were elements of sadness and comfort in it, it had nothing to do with him, it was just because she had always been soft-hearted.

Zhao Han closed his eyes heavily, but his eyes were a little wet.

The corridors of the hospital were particularly deserted, and the smell of disinfectant floated in the air, echoing the snowflakes outside the window, making it extremely cold to the bone.

Zhao Hanchen felt the tears leaving his eyes, but he still trembled: "Ning Ning, are you... not going to forgive me?"

Cheng Weiyue put her hand on the doorknob, paused, and raised her eyes slightly.

She didn't feel angry, and said seriously: "Zhao Hanchen, I don't blame you, I let it go."

She let it go.

He was put down as the past that she did not want to bring to the future.

Zhao Hanchen pulled his lips and smiled, with a dejected attitude.

He sighed softly, feeling helpless that Cheng Weiyue had never heard before.

He said: "Ning Ning, then I wish you a bright future."

Cheng Weiyue pursed her lips and said thank you.

After hanging up the phone for a long time, Zhao Hanchen still stood quietly in front of the snowy window sill.

When Li Zhao and Gu Fanan came over, he held a cigarette between his fingertips, and scarlet light spots danced and floated on his fingertips.

A nurse came over and said cautiously: "Mr. Zhao, smoking is not allowed in the hospital."

Zhao Han turned a deaf ear and remained motionless.

The little nurse had no choice but to call him several times.

"Mr. Zhao?"

"Mr. Zhao... did you hear me?"

Seeing this, Li Zhao stepped forward with a smile and came to the rescue: "Miss, please leave him alone. I will take him out and come back after he is finished."

The little nurse knew that Zhao Hanchen had a special status, so she couldn't show off her face. She curled her lips and said, "Then don't forget it."

Gu Fanan stood aside casually, and occasionally turned his face to look this way, with a bland attitude.

He has always disliked hospitals. He always felt that this kind of place was a bit sinister, and the smell of disinfectant alcohol would linger on his body for several days.

If he remembered correctly, Zhao Hanchen didn't like it either. It was just because his father was here that he only came to the hospital from time to time.

The relationship between Zhao Hanchen and Zhao Mingchen had only recently warmed up, but now the old man was seriously ill and was admitted to the intensive care unit. Gu Fanan didn't dare to think about what Zhao Hanchen felt in his heart.

"Brother Shen, if you want to smoke, let's go out?" Li Zhao paused and said, "Uncle's intensive care unit is right next to it. If anything goes wrong, we can wait."

The latter sentence successfully made Zhao Hanchen frown and walk out.

Very few people came to the rooftop of the hospital. The door latch with peeling red paint opened with a light touch. The door was ajar, letting in the wind and snow.

Li Zhao followed Zhao Hanchen, and when he saw him taking steps without hesitation, he couldn't help but tug on his sleeve: "Then what...Brother Shen, it's windy and snowy outside, what are you doing out there?"

Li Zhao didn't expect Zhao Hanchen to answer. He was racking his brains to think of some words to stop him, but he heard him whisper: "It's snowing outside. I want to go out and see the snow."

Li Zhao choked.

Gu Fanan followed up from behind slowly. Hearing Zhao Hanchen's words, he asked, "Why do you suddenly want to see snow?"

Zhao Han responded without hesitation, opened the door and walked out.

Li Zhao wanted to follow, but Gu Fanan held him back.

"Why are you holding me back!" Li Zhao looked at Gu Fanan anxiously and said in a very anxious tone: "Brother Shen, what should I do if I just jump down if I can't think about it anymore?"

Gu Fanan sneered, his handsome face smiling firmly: "You underestimate Zhao Hanchen too much. Do you think everyone is like you?"

When Li Zhao was a child, whenever he encountered problems that could not be solved, he liked to use bitter tricks to force his father to submit.

But who is Zhao Hanchen? Why does he need to use such methods?
Chapter completed!