Chapter 47

The red scar on Ding Xuanyao's shoulder pierced his heart like the tip of a needle.

The topic of "cough ~ ~" turned so fast that Locke didn't react for a moment. "Sorry, not yet."

"Not yet?" The fist clenched unconsciously. "With Fendi's medical skills, there should be no scars." If such an injury leaves a scar, his body will be covered with spots now, rather than like a noble childe's skin as smooth as clean.

"But who would do such childish behavior?" Locke can't understand what the purpose of doing this is. Scarring a girl is nothing more than becoming ugly. What can it change? Of course, Locke with rough EQ doesn't understand the power of jealousy, so that he ignores many problems in his investigation.

"If you can enter the ward unconsciously, this person must be around us." Fendi's medical room is heavily guarded and outsiders cannot enter. At the thought of a cancer lurking around them, Lin Ruicheng's fist is clucking. Who is it? Is their target him or Ding Xuanyao? Would this man have been with the aus who came to assassinate him? What is the ultimate purpose of his lurking around them?

The night in Nan'ao mountain is very quiet. Occasionally, several lights cross the sky. The lights in the silent study are dim. Lin Ruicheng sits on the sofa and his dark eyes fall on the photos in the mobile phone screen.

In the photo, she is not without inches. Although she is somewhat sexy and exposed, her ragged clothes barely cover the places she changed to cover. Some distorted facial features make people worried, and her unsightly posture makes people emotional. It is such a woman who lives in his heart without his permission. She thinks day and night. What should he do?

"Knock knock -"

The sound of the door woke Lin Ruicheng. He received the photo, turned off his cell phone and said, "come in."

The man who came in was an attendant, looking a little flustered. After he entered the study, he kept trying to calm his breath. It can be seen that he ran all the way.

"What happened?" Lin Ruicheng asked coldly.

"My Lord, Lao Chen... Lao Chen, he's dead." The attendant gasped.

"Lao Chen is dead?" Jianmei frowned. Lin Ruicheng stood up from the sofa, "when did it happen? Where?"

"In his house, sister Rong is now taking care of the aftercare. I heard sister Rong say that he died suddenly of myocardial infarction."

Myocardial infarction? Sudden death? The man who talked to him at dinner died? Some accidents, some indifference.

"You go and help first, and I'll come right away."

"Yes." The attendant answered and left the study.

Lin Ruicheng's face is gloomy. Lao Chen is the old man of the Lin family. Since he was born, Lao Chen has always been with him and saddled his horse and horse. According to his body, even if he is a little old now, he will not suddenly die of myocardial infarction. Recently, he has no task. Talk to him tonight and see that he is in a good mood. Why did he suddenly die?

This reminded him of Ding Xuanyao's plot. As soon as his dark eyes closed, Lin Ruicheng only felt a chill rush up his spine.

In the morning, the bright sunshine passed through the gap between the leaves and fell on the avenue out of the campus like gold. Ding Xuanyao is wearing a snow-white school uniform, the crimson bow at the collar is dancing gently with her flexible steps, the wheat colored hair is tied into a horsetail, and her pure face is filled with a flower like smile.

In the competition just now, she had no pressure at all. All the questions were finished smoothly, and she was in a very happy mood. As for the advantages brought by the results of this competition, Ding Xuanyao didn't think so much. If she could add some security in her future employment, as the teacher said, it would be great. It doesn't matter if she didn't add it. Anyway, her ideal job requirements are not high. She just likes the environment without pressure and free will.

"Ding Xuanyao."

Hearing a cry, Ding Xuanyao looked back. Mo Ziqi, also in school uniform, trotted two steps and caught up with her.

"How do you feel about the question just now?"

"OK, almost as expected."

"Let's get the answer."

"Yes."

Ding Xuanyao's crisp voice sounded like drinking mineral water in his mouth, cool and clear. Mo Ziqi shyly pulled out the black frame glasses on the bridge of the lower nose with his middle finger and smiled.

As they walked, they faced the answer and walked out of the school gate. The bright sun shone on them. They spent the same years and were full of vitality.

"Hehe, you are so excellent that there is absolutely no problem in going to graduate school in the future." Mo Ziqi cast admiring eyes. In his opinion, Ding Xuanyao is a girl who not only has the external temperament of clear water out of Hibiscus, but also has infinite wisdom. He is honored to have such excellent classmates.

"How do you know I want to go to graduate school?" Ding Xuanyao's Apricot eyes brightened. She was always cold and lonely. She seldom told her classmates about her own affairs.

"It was at the new year's Eve party last year that the counselor asked each of us about our volunteers. From then on, I knew." Mo Ziqi looked at the girl in front of her. Her skin was very white and crystal clear reflected by the sun. Under her long and curly eyelashes, her black eyes were like washed, moist and clear, and her pink mouth was slightly tooted, like a freshly ripe cherry.

"You're really good. How long has it been? Do you remember?" Ding Xuanyao smiled. Her smile was like a bright little sun. It was beautiful, but it suddenly suffocated people in the distance.

Ding Xuanyao looks at Mo Ziqi. He is very delicate and not evil like someone. Glasses are very common black frame glasses. The soft black broken hair is not so exquisite, but it does not affect the elegant temperament at all. "What about you? Will you take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

"I, of course I want to." Mo Ziqi said seriously, with confidence and courage flashing in his eyes.

When he heard the girl in front of him say that his ideal was to take the postgraduate entrance examination, he secretly set the same goal for himself in his heart. When he entered the University for a period of time, he always felt liberated. He no longer had to touch books, and his grades plummeted.

But later, as long as he thought that he could take the postgraduate entrance examination with her, Mo Ziqi silently made a lot of efforts to improve his grades. Every time he encountered difficulties, he would secretly look at the girl's serious study, and then he was full of combat effectiveness. He believed that as long as he worked hard, he would continue to stand under the sky of the same campus with her.

"Really? Then come on, we can be classmates in the future."

"Ha ha. Those female students in the class are saying that you are very arrogant. Why don't you explain? Where are you arrogant? Obviously, you are also a smiling and lovely girl."

Er ~ ~ ~ Ding Xuanyao's eyebrow jumped. She is such an image in class. "Let them go. Those who like me will naturally like me. What I say to those who don't like me is useless."

"That's right. Don't care what others think. In fact..."

"Jingling bell - get out of the way -" a group of students riding bicycles suddenly appeared behind him. Mo Ziqi was startled, "be careful!"

"Ah!" Ding Xuanyao looked back and didn't have time to see what was going on. She just felt that her arm was pulled hard, and then a strong wind blew past her.

"That's close! Did you hurt it?" Mo Ziqi nervously pulled Ding Xuanyao's arm, and his heart still jumped in the danger just now.

Ding Xuanyao turned around and accidentally hit Mo Ziqi's chin with her forehead covered by bangs. She grabbed the bangs and said, "it's okay."

It was just a few cyclists who rushed over and were not frightened by the cyclists, which startled Mo Ziqi's nervous look.

Mo Ziqi's face turned red. He touched his chin unnaturally. His just careless touch made his heart beat even worse. "No... just fine. Sorry."

Mo Ziqi found that he was still holding Ding Xuanyao's arm. She was so close to him that she could smell the faint freshness of her body.

Ding Xuanyao looked blankly at the blushing male classmate and was amused by his shy appearance. Shuirun's eyes were filled with a smile. Unexpectedly, he found that the familiar black Bentley parked not far away. His heart suddenly missed a beat, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Is that him?

Without waiting for Ding Xuanyao to make any response, the black Bentley suddenly started, then turned around and drove to the road, which soon disappeared in Ding Xuanyao's sight.,

"Mo Ziqi, I'm leaving. Bye."

"See you... Again."

Ding Xuanyao ran to the intersection in one breath, but the luxurious Bentley disappeared for a long time. Was she dazzled and wrong? But that Bentley is Lin Ruicheng's car? Every time he came to pick her up at school, it was the Bentley. Just now, he should have seen her come out, but he just left. What's this!

Soon, Ding Xuanyao calmed down her irritability and comforted herself not to think too much. It may be that there is an emergency temporarily, so she drove directly. If so, can she go home today? She hasn't been home for a long time. Now the holiday time is occupied by Lin Ruicheng. She can only talk to her father every two days.

Thinking of this, Ding Xuanyao's mind is like a huge stone. She is used to being free and loose. She doesn't know how long this restricted day will take. Every time she talks with her father on the phone, she pays special attention to her mood and mood. She is afraid. Her relationship with Lin Ruicheng is not even a lover, but the vent tool he needs, what love or not, It's all her own self anesthesia.

If Abba knew that the baby she held in her hand was tortured wantonly by a man, she didn't dare to face the picture.

Look up at the sky. It's just blue and cloudless. I don't know when the black clouds are rolling.

Out of contempt for someone, Ding Xuanyao decided to be a generous and polite person. She took out her mobile phone and planned to tell Lin Ruicheng that she was going home. Her mobile phone dialed, but no one answered Du Du.

Ding Xuanyao gnashed her teeth and stared at her mobile phone. It was clear that she had come to school to pick her up. She just saw someone go again and left. She didn't leave a phone. It's ok if she didn't leave a phone. She still didn't answer when she called him. Oh——

"I won't go back to Nan'ao mountain today. I want to go back to my house." Ding Xuanyao sent a text message to Locke. She knew that Lin Ruicheng didn't have the habit of reading text messages. But Locke will certainly tell Lin Ruicheng, which is equivalent to telling him.