Chapter 142： 0142: Yellow Chrysanthemum

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

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

Shen Yi looked at the yellow-orange chrysanthemum, the corner of his mouth twitched, is Miss Han going to visit the doctor or go to the grave?

When she got to the hospital, Le Yao asked Shen Yi to wait for her below. Anyway, she wouldn't stay for too long, after all, she had nothing to say to them.

Renci Hospital is a private hospital with a small scale, but the fees are not cheap. Most of the people it receives are rich people.

Le Yao went to the orthopedics department with the chrysanthemum in her arms, but when she entered the elevator, she suddenly saw a figure outside, very familiar, but when she wanted to see clearly, the elevator was already closed, so she couldn't help but Touch your chin, coincidence?

The elevator stopped shortly on the third floor.

Le Yao came out and saw the brand of Orthopedics, and soon found the ward of Korea Sheng, which is a very luxurious single room, like a living room.

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

Then Han Pengcheng may have had a shadow in his heart when he was drawn by Le Yao last time, so when he saw her entering the door, he stepped back subconsciously.

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

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

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

"You..." Han Sheng suddenly became short of breath.

"Don't be angry." Zhou Yunmeng hurriedly helped Hansen to gently caress his chest, "Your blood pressure is a little high..."

"Alan." Han Xueqian's face darkened, "How can you bring chrysanthemums?"

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

"Chrysanthemums are only used when going to the grave, and represent sacrifices. Are you cursing Dad?" Han Xueqian sneered, a fool is a fool.

"Dad is angry because of this?" Le Yao looked at Han Sheng knowingly.

Korean Sheng turned his head and looked to the side, why didn't he die?

"Otherwise, it's terrible to have no culture." Le Yao sighed, then shook his head, "In addition to paying homage to ancestors, the flower language of chrysanthemum also means prosperity, don't you know? "

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"Dad, you misunderstood me so much." Le Yao sighed, "Forget it, if you don't want to see me, then don't call me, I'm so sad, I'm leaving." Then, holding the chrysanthemum, he turned around and left.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

When Le Yao left the door of the ward, Han Guosheng reacted and hurriedly called: "Alan, come back." Then he glanced at his wife and daughter, "Go and chase it back."

Han Xueqian rushed out first, and grabbed Le Yao: "Alan, Dad has something to tell you."

"That's right, don't worry." Zhou Yunmeng also ran out, "Family, talk well."

"Nothing to say." Le Yao pushed the two away at once, "We'll meet less in the future..." But before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in the back of his head, and then the whole People lose consciousness.