Chapter 515

After seeing Han Yi off, Zhao Mengying suspiciously forgets to go around. She just seems to have heard Xia Zhan's voice. How can it be? I guess she heard it wrong.

This kind of coffee shop, in accordance with chajan's fastidious temperament, how can they come here.

However, the next second, Zhao Mengying was slapped in the face, she thought how would not appear Xia Zhan, expressionless from the back of the table: "who is he?"

He was very unhappy to ask, but really want him to say why, more like a doll of his own, by another person's fingers.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Mengying is surprised and looks behind her. She wants to understand.

Originally, Xia Zhan's table and Zhao Mengying's place are just a few pots of luxuriant potted plants. The luxuriant branches and leaves will make the blank space file tight, completely isolating the surrounding sight.

Without waiting for Xia Zhan to speak, Zhao Mengying took the lead to see the scar on his hand. His face changed. He grabbed his hand without thinking: "what's the matter? The blood on your hand has been flowing. Are you a pig, you don't know how to deal with it."

She was almost angry to death. She pulled Xiazhan in a hurry, like a waiter on the side borrowing medicine box to help him with his wound.

Xia Zhan's eyes flashed, letting Zhao Mengying help him clean up the debris on the palm of his hand. At the moment when the cold alcohol rubbed on the wound, Xia Zhan helplessly raised his lips.

I didn't expect that he fell in love with Zhao Mengying, who he thought was impossible.

Zhao Mengying finally make complaints about Xia Jie's wound. When he looks up, he sees the smile of Xia Zhan hanging on his lips. He can't help but Tucao: "you fell down your head, don't you have a pain in your hand?"

The wound on the palm, she looks at all ache, this man actually smiles, is not fell down, the head is how.

Xia Zhan is in a good mood. Maybe it is because he has cleared up his emotions. How does he feel about Zhao Mengying? How happy he is now. However, when he thinks of the man who has just held Zhao Mengying, jealousy surges up again.

"Who was that man just now?" Xia Zhan must break through the casserole and continue to ask the questions just now.

"Has it anything to do with you?" Zhao Mengying looked at Xia Zhan strangely and sorted out the used medicine box: "be careful in the last two days, don't touch water."

"Who the hell is he?" Xia Zhan didn't listen to Zhao Mengying at all. She was cold, and the more she avoided answering, the more he wanted to ask.

Xia Zhan, who has a good wind and smooth water, has never had anything he can't get. He is bound to ask why.

"There's something wrong with you!" Zhao Mengying's face pulled down: "I know people difficult, but also one by one to introduce to you, it seems that you are not hurt the hand, is injured to the brain."

She really felt that she had no good intention to repay her kindness. She rarely put down her former enemy and took the initiative to help Xia Zhan clean her wounds. However, she was repeatedly asked about personal matters. Zhao Mengying was in a bad mood. Xia Zhan's problem happened to hit the muzzle of a gun.

Xia Zhan looked at the back of Zhao Mengying's leaving, looking at the wound that had been wrapped up, and his look was floating.

"Dad, why are you here?" Zhao Mengying saw Zhao father's figure all the way from afar. She hurriedly trotted over and opened the door: "you come here. Why don't you take the key? Isn't the spare key in my mother's place?"

"I came in a hurry, and I forgot." Zhao's father was embarrassed to smile. He stood at the door for a while, his palms were frozen by the cool wind. After entering the room, he took a breath of air, and then said, "I haven't seen you for some time. I miss you. Come here and have a look. How are you doing?"

Zhao Mengying poured two cups of hot water: "cheat, Dad, when you lie, your eyes don't dare to look at me. Tell me, is there something wrong with my mother?"

If you really miss her, her father can come over during the day, or make a phone call and so on. There is no sign that something is going on at home.

"You can't hide anything." Even in the face of his daughter, Zhao's father was embarrassed to say something: "your mother, she shut herself up in the room, not eating or drinking for three or four days, I'm worried about her."

However, Zhao's father did not have the ability to persuade Zhao's mother. He had no choice but to come to Zhao Mengying in the evening, hoping she could do something about it. He came out in a hurry, where he could remember to bring the key.

"What!" Zhao Mengying immediately flustered: "such a big thing, how can you tell me."

Her mother's temperament, no one is more clear than her, said is not to eat or drink, that is really nothing to touch, Zhao mother's body is not very good, she really worried.

Zhao Mengying took a deep breath and knocked on the door: "Mom, it's me. I'm back. You open the door."

Zhao Mengying anxious can't, constantly beating the door, trying to make the inside Zhao mother soft down, open the door, but, the room is quiet, let Zhao Mengying how knock on the door without a trace of echo.

Her heart suddenly a cluttered, there is a bad premonition, turned to Zhao father way: "Dad, there is not a spare key at home, you quickly take it."Zhao Fu hesitated, some afraid: "we forced the door open, your mother will not be angry."

Even though Zhao knew where the spare key was, he didn't dare to open the door by force. After so many years of life, the husband and wife knew each other's habits very well even if they didn't have a good relationship.

"Is anger more important than life?" Zhao Mengying can't see the situation in the house. She can't put her heart down at all. She's afraid that her mother's own person in the room really has something wrong.

Moreover, she just knocked at the door for so long, even if Zhao's mother was not able to pay attention to her, she would make a little noise, but there was no sound inside.

With the fastest speed to find a spare key to open the door that moment, Zhao Mengying scared breathing will stop, see her favorite mother, pale lying in bed, eyes closed, breathing to the extreme.

If Zhao Mengying had not insisted on opening the door with a spare key, the situation would have been worse to what extent, not to catch up with imagination!

At this time, Zhao Mengying's remorse is really difficult to add, what is her mother's temperament, she is not clear as a daughter, how to be willful and angry with her.