C11

"Pain." Ye Mo frowned, the pain from his ankle tearing her unconscious mind apart.

Xiao Meng Han quickly got up, damn it, he actually pressed her injured ankle.

Standing beside the bed, Xiao Meng Han's thick eyebrows locked firmly into place as she stared at Mo Xiao Ran. Her instincts tormented his will every inch of it, and she finally turned around and walked towards the door with her slender body.

"Sir?"

"Go in and take care of her. If she asks, you know how to answer."

"Yes, sir."

"Wait." Xiao Meng Han said worriedly: "Her ankle was just injured, why don't you bandage it again?"

"Yes, sir." Lin Xiaoqiao bowed to confirm that Xiao Menghan had no other instructions before she dared to enter the ward to take care of Mo Xiaoxiao.

After leaving Xiao Menghan's line of sight, Lin Xiaoqiao heaved a long sigh of relief. That man was simply too cold and had a strong aura. His appearance was even more beautiful than those celebrities. This kind of man wasn't something an ordinary woman could deal with.

Looking at the still unconscious Jing Xiaoxiao on the bed, Lin Xiaoqiao had all sorts of relationships with her.

The fever from Jing Xiaoxiao had subsided. She had eaten a bowl of rice porridge after waking up in the evening. If it were not for Lin Xiaoqiao saying that she could not eat more after waking up, Jing Xiaoxiao would have eaten another bowl of rice porridge.

Regardless of whether or not he asked for hints, Lin Xiaochang knew nothing at all. She was a nurse who took care of him and kept everything else to herself. She only told him that she was the one who took care of him and that it would not end well if he talked too much here.

Was he mistaken? In her confusion, she felt that there was a man standing next to the bed. In the end, she let out a long sigh.

This was a private medical club, and Mo Xiaoxiao couldn't get much from the doctor. The doctor told her that the medical fees had already been paid, so she only needed to be at ease and recover from her injuries.

After thinking for a while, she insisted on leaving the next day. The doctor couldn't make up his mind, so he avoided her and dialed Xiao Meng Han's number.

Without any obstructions, Mo Xiaoxiao was discharged from the hospital. Lin Xiaoqiao also brought her a set of casual clothes and a pair of wide black-rimmed glasses. The clothes did not have a label on them, but they were very comfortable to wear.

His ankle and wrist were still in pain, but to Jing Xiaoxiao, these women were nothing compared to the crazy woman who had imprisoned him, especially when the mysterious figure Xiao Menghan was involved. Jing Xiaoxiao was very clear about her status, and knew that she could not play the role of an upper class expert.

Lin Xiaoqiao stopped a taxi for Mo Xiaoxiao, carefully supported her, and handed her a packet of medicine.

"Thank you." She smiled and waved goodbye to Lin Xiaoqiao. She did not want to involve herself too much.

Lin Xiaoqiao watched the taxi leave with the medicine in her hand. Suddenly, she felt a cold gaze and her body quivered. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the black Lamborghini parked nearby. She quickly turned around and walked back to the clubhouse.

Xiao Meng Han's hand was holding the steering wheel, her knuckles white. She looked at the direction of the taxi and didn't even take any medicine. She really didn't want to have anything to do with them.

In this world, there were so many women who wanted to get involved with the name Xiao Meng Han, and so many people who wanted to climb onto his bed.

The phone rang. Xiao Meng Han didn't even look before pressing the speaker button. Liao Mingyun's crying voice immediately resounded in the carriage.

"Meng Han, you can't treat me like this, I just love you too much, I was wrong, I shouldn't have acted rashly, I beg you, you can't take away everything I have, Xiao Meng Han, can you really not see my love for you?"

He glared out of the window at a certain point. His tone was ice-cold. "I warned you."

"How can a woman like that be compatible with you?" Liao Mingyun had always thought that she was the only one who could stand by Xiao Meng Han's side. Thinking of the ugly duckling like Mo Xiaoxiao, Liao Mingyun couldn't help but despise her, "She is with you for money, Meng Han, can you really not see my sincerity?"

I only saw your vicious heart. Xiao Meng Han did not say that, and remained silent. In his mind, he thought of the scene of Ye Xiao Xi being tied up with a weak aura, his heart was raging, if he had been late, would he have been left with a corpse?