Chapter 259： Are you a psychiatrist?

Luo Zelan watched him for a long while and sneered.

He ignored him and walked towards the hospital with his men blankly.

Ming Siran looked at the group of them, his eyes suddenly stopped on a young man beside Luo Zelan.

He suddenly said, "Wait."

Luo Zelan stopped slightly, curled his eyebrows and looked at him.

Ming Siran walked over, his gaze fell on Lu Zhuo, followed by his gaze slowly moving down, and finally fell on his white coat.

He looked at the name tag on his white coat, narrowed his beautiful peachy eyes, and said his name in a nice voice: "Lu Zhuo?"

Luo Zelan's eyes moved.

Ming Siran raised his eyes and laughed, meaning unclearly: "...Are you a psychiatrist?"

Usually, when he heard a word that couldn't be more ordinary, Lu Zhuo shuddered inexplicably when he said it from the man's mouth.

He couldn't help looking at Luo Zelan.

Luo Zelan squinted his eyes, his expression was light, and there was no major emotional expression. He looked at Ming Siran: "Why, you are very interested in my friend's career?"

Ming Siran glanced at him: "Is he your friend?"

"otherwise?"

Ming Siran's gaze fell back to Lu Zhuo, and his tone couldn't feel emotions: "Why haven't I heard that Brother Zelan still has a psychiatrist as a friend."

Luo Zelan looked plain: "My friend, don't you all know?"

"..."

Luo Zelan didn't tell him much, and took Lu Zhuo into the hospital.

Ming Siran looked at their backs with deep eyes.

In the hospital lobby, Lu Zhuo turned his head, the tall and slender man still stood looking at them. He said to Luo Zelan beside him: "What is the relationship between this gentleman and Miss Luo Qiao just now?"

"Former boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Front?" Lu Zhuo laughed, "It doesn't seem to be the same."

Luo Zelan did not speak.

Lu Zhuo said: "Listening to what was just said, this gentleman doesn't seem to know Miss Luo Qiao's condition?"

"Does he need to know?"

"This is not true. If the cause of Miss Luo Qiao's illness is related to this gentleman, let him know and cooperate. This will greatly help Miss Luo Qiao's treatment in the future."

Luo Zelan twisted his eyebrows. He didn't say much, but said: "Let's go and see Qiaoqiao first."

"Ok."

...

Sitting in the car, Ming Siran adjusted the cufflinks, half of his face sank in the shadow, unable to see his emotions.

"President Ming?"

The man raised his eyes with a cold voice: "Go to the cleaning lady first."

"Yes."

...

The car drove smoothly, all the way to the old houses.

Ming Siran got out of the car, and the expensive leather shoes stepped on the ground with a soft noise. Inside the room, the cleaning lady didn't know what was going on. She walked around the room with a nervous expression.

When she heard the door opening, she immediately looked up.

I saw an extraordinary face.

The man has a pair of beautiful peach eyes, his expression is indifferent, and his breath is full of pressure.

He stepped away from his long legs and walked to the chair to sit down. Then he raised his eyelids and looked at her in an unhurried tone: "What happened at the shooting scene?"

The cleaning lady wrinkled her face: "Sir, I really don't know. I'm only responsible for cleaning outside. I really don't know what happened in the villa..."

Ming Siran looked at her without speaking.

The cleaning lady became more tense under his sight. She pursed her dry mouth and said in a low voice: "When...the scene was chaotic, I only heard that a beautiful lady seemed to be stimulated. Suddenly started screaming..."

Suddenly started screaming...

These words fell into Ming Siran's ears, and his pupils tightened slightly.