Chapter 262： Medical records

[Horrible +1, what is this...]

[Really scared me. . 】

There is a lot of discussion about this video on the Internet, and the topic continues to increase.

At this time, in the villa.

Ming Siran reached out and pushed open Luo Qiao's room door, and walked in with long legs.

The man's gaze was quiet, his gaze flicked across the room, his breath was deep.

Numerous clues from the investigation all point to a certain result.

But he still needs a stronger evidence to prove all his speculations.

There are countless skin care products and cosmetics on the table in Luo Qiao's room, two pieces of clothes are thrown at random on the soft big bed, and fashion magazines are placed on the bedside, not too neat, but everywhere revealing the atmosphere of a girl's life.

His gaze fell on the table, he raised his leg and walked over, took the pile of materials she had placed on it, and opened it.

The room was quiet, and time passed by. The puppet cat came in from outside, raised his head, and meowed at him.

Ming Siran glanced at it, and put his slender white fingers on the back of his neck and picked it up.

The moment he got up, his gaze caught the bottom of the cabinet——

A crumpled list was stuffed in the gap, and the word "diagnosis" on it was clearly visible.

His movements paused.

The scene not long ago flashed through his mind, his eyes slowly narrowed, put down the puppet cat, and walked over to take the piece of paper.

The paper unfolded, and the words on it came into view:

Medical records.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and a certain premonition came to his heart.

After a two-second pause, his gaze slowly slipped.

...

Name: Luo Qiao.

Clinic department: Psychiatry.

Psychiatry.

When he saw these three words, Ming Siran's pupils shrank suddenly. Although he had guessed, the moment he really saw it, his heart still seemed to be tightly tightened by a pair of big hands, and the feeling of suffocation was overwhelming.

The room was extremely quiet, and it was disturbing.

It took a long time for Ming Siran to move. He stretched out his hand and unbuttoned a button, saying that it was a solution. It was more appropriate to pull it. There was a rough element in the action. The Adam's apple rolled gently, and his breath was depressed and heavy.

His gaze moved down, and finally fell on the inspection date.

April 7th, XX.

...It was only two weeks after the breakup that year.

Ming Siran's finger joints with the checklist were white, and the tall and straight figure was shrouded in the sunlight, and the fluctuating emotions around his body could be felt far away.

He closed his eyes, and all the faces of women passed by.

Bright, arrogant, and soft, the cat-like woman, who should have been pampered and loved in her palm, was suffering alone in a foreign country.

"...Sometimes there will be women's screams from Miss Luo's house, as if it is painful..."

Verbatim, like a knife, fell on the tip of his heart.

He could not imagine how she spent the days and nights with only one person.

The phone in his pocket was vibrating, and Ming Siran's eyes were covered with red blood. After a long while, he took out the phone, glanced at the number displayed on it, swiped his finger, and pressed answer.

Low and hoarse voice: "Hello?"

On the other end of the phone, the subordinate's voice was particularly anxious: "Ms. Ming, it's not good. A video of Miss Luo Qiao is circulating on the Internet..."

...

The car was driving fast on the road, Ming Siran was sitting in the back seat, his white fingers holding the phone, and his jaw line was tight.

The subordinate was sitting in front, uneasy.

Although the man didn't say anything, the breath exuding from his body made people shudder.

"...This awards ceremony is very grand, all the media reporters are there, according to this time, Miss Luo Qiao should be almost there."

Ming Siran fixedly stared at the woman in the video, her scream was harsh and tragic, her thin body trembling constantly, covering her ears, her expression collapsed.

He pursed his dry lips and suppressed the emotions in his heart. His voice was extremely hoarse: "Hurry up."

...

Luo Qiao took her handbag, raised her skirt, and leaned over to get out of the car.

The phone vibrated wildly in her bag, and she reached for it.

"Qiao Qiao."

At this time, a gentle watery voice rang in front, Luo Qiao raised her eyes and saw Jiang Qingyu wearing a champagne tube top dress.

She has long black hair that has been carefully taken care of, with an appropriate smile on her face, and walked towards her with the help of her assistant.

Luo Qiao's eyes were slightly cold, and she retracted her hand from her bag and stopped.

The place where the two people are is where the artists enter the arena, on both sides is the media area, and there are some fans holding cheer cards around.

The environment is noisy.

"I heard that you were injured during the filming." Jiang Qingyu came to Luo Qiao and looked at her worriedly: "Are you okay?"

The woman is gentle and watery, and her words are full of thoughtful and caring. It is especially comfortable and sweet in people's ears.

Luo Qiao squinted, not smiling, "I heard that? Who said that?"

The corners of Jiang Qingyu's mouth curled up: "Everyone said that." She stretched out her hand to close her hair behind her ears, and said softly, "Isn't it?"

Luo Qiao glanced at her twice: "Yes, I was hurt a little, but it doesn't matter, I will let her come back."

"She?" Jiang Qingyu looked at her, her voice softened: "Did someone hurt you? Who is she?"

"Hurt, bitch."

Luo Qiao raised the corners of her mouth, with a pair of cat-like eyes that looked cute and charming: "There is a little bitch, who is jealous that I am more beautiful than her and richer than she is loved by everyone, so she gave me a yin behind. Specially written."

Jiang Qingyu looked at her deeply with a pair of eyes. When she was not smiling, her expression was cold, and she looked cold.

However, in a moment, she raised the corners of her mouth again, with a gentle and moving expression: "Is there such a person? It's terrible."

"Is it scary?" Luo Qiao approached her: "I think it's pitiful, right."

The smile in Jiang Qingyu's eyes faded a bit after hearing these two words. She looked directly at Luo Qiao, her pupils very dark: "Poor?"

"It's so low that you can only use this kind of trick to deal with others, isn't it pitiful?"

Jiang Qingyu was quiet for two seconds. When the wind blew over, she looked away faintly, her voice was very soft, and she smiled: "Since it is a means, there is nothing to do, and..."

She glanced at Luo Qiao and spoke with a soft voice that only she could hear: "It seems very useful."

Luo Qiao's eyes flashed. Just about to speak, Jiang Qingyu suddenly reached out and took her arm.

Without waiting for Luo Qiao to break free, the woman lifted her jaw, looked straight ahead, and chuckled: "Qiao Qiao, look at it, what is that?"

Luo Qiao was startled, and followed her gaze.

At the entrance are two huge screens, usually displaying advertisements and photos and videos of the stars.

At this moment, the two display screens flickered, revealing the thin and thin figure of a woman in a dim environment.