C45

"Qing'er, the next time you grind like this with the patient, grandmother will send you back to your hometown. You are not allowed to come back here."

"Grandma, I didn't. I really want to be friends with Dye. I've never been friends here before." Miao Siqing's voice was filled with a struggling protest and grievance.

He lowered his head and stood before Doctor Miao like a child. For the first time, he said "No" to his grandmother.

"You, cough, cough." She looked at Miao Siqing and sighed in his heart. She just didn't want the white-haired man to send the black-haired man away. Even so, Qing'er was still unable to avoid the greatest calamity of his life force.

Dr. Miao stood up and walked to the bedroom. She was calculating for his grandson to see if he could avoid this calamity.

Doctor Miao waved his hand and stopped Miao Shiqing from thumping her back. "I'm thirsty. Go and boil some water."

"Yes, Grandmother." Miao Siqing raised his head and quickly took a look at the half-closed door. He felt a strong sense of loss. Just now, he and Mo Xiaoxiao had been very happy together.

Her laughter, her cute little face, and his soft and tender skin were completely different from his. Miao Siqing lowered his head and became absent-minded.

Xiao Meng Han insisted on not letting Xiao Xi stay in the original house. He gave her two choices: go to the Xiao family's old house, or live with her, not even with Han Yong.

"I can look for a room to rent." He didn't want to choose any of them.

Xiao Meng Han turned her head and looked at him for a while. Her eyes that were as deep as an ancient pond made Mo Xiaoxiao's heart tremble. He made a choice for her: drive. He took her directly to her house and packed her things before bringing her back to his villa.

"Director Xiao, you're stripping me of my rights." As he watched Xiao Meng Han pack up his things without thinking, she protested several times that he ignored his. She was so angry that he wanted to get out of the car, but he closed the car window tightly.

"Xiao Yan, I don't know how to tell you." Xiao Meng Han sat in the car, looking at him, then leaned over. His face was only a centimeter away from hers.

He could smell the faint fragrance of her body, and she could feel his hot masculine scent roasting. The small carriage was even more oppressive because of the distance they were too close to each other.

Mo Xiaoxiao couldn't stand this. She turned her head and looked out the window.

But at that moment, she saw a tall figure standing at the entrance of the alley, quietly looking at them in the car. She couldn't clearly see what he was looking at, but at that instant, she practically used all her strength to open the door.

"Xuan Peng, Xuan Peng!"

Xiao Meng Han was a bit frustrated. She pressed the control switch on the car door and watched as the man quickly opened the door and ran towards the figure. His hand gripped the steering wheel, and his knuckles turned white.

Didn't Han Yong say that Xuan Peng had already lost his memory? Why did Xuan Peng come here?

"Xiao Yan, Yi Ling wants to see you." Xuan Peng looked at the familiar girls in front of him, and his head began to ache. He endured a headache and thought back to what Wang Yiling had said.

Mo Xiaoxiao was Wang Yiling's best friend. She had gone to Xiao Meng Han's bed to interview him, and the reason for the accident that night was because Wang Yiling was worried about her. Xuan Peng had driven Wang Yiling to find her, and Wang Yiling had mentioned the relationship between Xuan Peng and Wang Yiling as they had just started dating.

Xuan Peng had his doubts, but there was a vague shadow in his heart. He didn't know who it was, he didn't know who he should ask.

Xuan Peng had found the story about the interview with Xiao Menghan. He knew that it was the first time Xiao Menghan had accepted an interview with a reporter. So many powerful magazines and radio stations.

Xiao Meng Han only accepted an interview with Mo Xiao Yan, who would believe this story if it wasn't covered by a shady veil?

"Yi Ling?" Mo Xiaoxiao looked at Xuan Peng and felt the unfamiliarity in his eyes.

Tears welled in her eyes. She suddenly felt that this world was so strange. Why did the man who swore oaths to the mountains turn around and coldly say that her good friend wanted to see her, yet his eyes couldn't see a single bit of his feelings for her.

"Xuan Peng, I've looked for you a few times. Don't you want to see me?" He extended his hand in an attempt to pull Xuan Peng's hand, but just as he was about to touch his hand …

Xuan Peng took a few steps back as he stared at Xiao Meng Han who had just stepped out of the car.

"Mr. Xuan?" His body gathered all the light from this world, and Xuan Peng instantly felt the difference between him and Xiao Meng Han. That was not something that could be obtained just by working hard the day after tomorrow, but a noble and cold pride deep down in his bones. He was more than one level lower than Xiao Meng Han.

"Director Xiao, I've heard a lot about you." Xuan Peng reached out his hand and grabbed Xiao Meng Han's hand. At the same time, the two men secretly fought with each other.

"How is Yi Ling's injury?"

"Xiao Yan, you can ask me directly." Wang Yiling was leaning on her walking stick as she stood behind Mo Xiaoxiao, her white dress reaching to the ground.

Wang Yiling looked at the shocked expression on her face as she turned around. Wang Yiling smiled at her, and that smile gradually turned into a black hole in her eyes. She felt that the black hole was devouring her.

"Yi Ling, be careful of your injuries." When Xuan Peng saw that Wang Yiling was struggling to move her walking stick, he felt a sharp pain in his hand the moment he made a move.

In the next second, Xiao Meng Han immediately released Xuan Peng's hand and calmly retreated.

"I, I don't, ah." Before Wang Yiling could finish her words, her body had already fallen to the ground. A big hand hugged her the moment she was about to land on the ground, it was Xuan Peng's, Wang Yiling weakly leaned against Xuan Peng's embrace, her arms naturally wrapped around his waist, her face pressed against his warm and broad chest. "Xuan Peng, am I very useless? Always dragging you down. "

"I won't. Yi Ling, I won't allow you to have such thoughts again. How could you be a burden to me? We agreed that we would …" Xuan Peng's last words disappeared into his choked throat. He couldn't remember what he had said to her, but his head began to hurt again. Xuan Peng's face was a little pale. Just what had happened to him? Why did it feel so uncomfortable to hug Wang Yiling?

Unconsciously, Xuan Peng's eyes met with Mo Xiaoxiao's. He saw the pain in her eyes, and his heart ached. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to rush out. His gaze landed on the big hand on Mo Xiaoxiao's shoulder. It belonged to Xiao Meng Han.

Mo Xiaoxiao was already Xiao Meng Han's woman. With a faint mocking smile on his face, Xuan Peng bent down to pick up Wang Yiling, then turned around and walked towards his car.

"Xuan Peng?" Jing Xiaoxiao chased after him, but when she saw that he did not stop, she stood on the spot.

Wang Yiling rested her head comfortably against Xuan Peng's shoulder. She gave him a smile that was filled with all sorts of emotions. Now, Xuan Peng was finally hers.

Wang Yiling could not tell if it was joy or something else, but she felt even heavier.

Xiao Meng Han looked at Mo Xiaoxiao. She did not cry. Now that Xuan Peng had left, she stood there and looked like a statue.

When the car was far away, there was only a tiny dot left. Finally, even that dot disappeared.

She did not look at Xiao Meng Han, but instead muttered: "They said that I only got this interview when I went to your bed. Wang Yi Ling said that she met me at the pharmacy and was buying medicine, so I ran into a car accident. I forgot what happened that night, do you remember?"