Chapter 92

Huan Gufeng pushed his father all the way to the door of the intensive care unit. The nurse directly blocked her and uncle Fu at the door. "The patient's family will stay. There will be a doctor calling to inform you in 24 hours."

With that, he pushed the old man in and closed the door.

Uncle Fu was standing at the door, and he was still looking at the door. Huan Gufeng said calmly, "Uncle Fu, you're tired too. Dad will be fine. There's a hill to take care of you. I'll take you to the hotel to have a rest."

Uncle Fu's eyes came back from the door of the intensive care unit. His eyes were full of blood and his face was dim. He didn't sleep all night. Now he was very tired. He nodded.

However, he didn't agree to go to the hotel and went straight back to Huan's ward. On the sofa outside the ward, he lay down and soon fell asleep. Huan Gufeng gently picked up the thin blanket and covered it for him.

Then he turned and walked out of the ward.

He directly went upstairs to find bingxia. Bingxia's ward was on the upper floor of Huan's ward. Instead of taking the elevator, he went up the stairs of the safe passage and pushed open the door of bingxia's ward.

The person lying on the white hospital bed has fallen asleep, and his injured hand is exposed outside. Huan Gufeng walks in slowly, sits by the bed and looks at her. The company of last night comforts him. He is not frightened before, and he has a lot of peace in his heart.

"Thank you, Xia. It's nice to have you."

He lowers his head and kisses bingxia's injured hand. Although the injured hand is wrapped with thick white gauze, he can still smell the strong smell of medicine.

He doesn't care.

Then he yawned a lot and his eyelids began to be heavy. He fell asleep beside the bed, one hand still holding bingxia's injured hand, so they fell asleep.

Mengman in the hotel had been sleeping until 4 p.m. and slowly opened her eyes, but her head was still dizzy and uncomfortable. She sat up slowly. She yawned and muttered in her stomach. She pulled off the towel with her hair wrapped, and her red curly hair was scattered. It was just a bit messy. She went to bed directly after taking a bath in the morning.

She stretched out her curly hair to prevent knots. Wearing the white bathrobe of the hotel and barefoot in white slippers, she went to the sofa and sat down. She picked up the phone and said, "Hello, restaurant? I'll have a medium rare filet mignon, a vegetable salad and a bottle of Lafite. The red wine will come half an hour after I wake up

After ordering, she thought about the phone, so she looked everywhere. There was no phone on the bed, under the pillow or on the sofa. She was surprised. Why is the mobile phone missing? Is it the taxi driver yesterday?

She angrily kicked on the ground yesterday's dirty casual clothes, the result of mobile phone from the coat pocket slip out.

She stooped to pick it up. When she opened it, she found that there were more than a dozen missed calls, so she dialed back. After a while of waiting, the end of the phone finally answered the phone, but her tone was very unhappy.

"What are you doing with so many calls?" Mengman said unhappily, rubbed his painful head, leaned on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes.

"I know. I want to know who will compensate me for my loss. I was taken to the police station by a stupid taxi driver yesterday. It was sent out this morning and my mobile phone was confiscated by the police. How can I inform you? OK, I know. I'll see you at the same place in the evening and hang up."

After hanging up the phone, she straightened up and looked at the sports bag on the ground, which was also covered with dust. She relaxed, squatted down, opened the bag, and took out Chanel's handbag and some clothes, which she had brought out of Huan house.

then kicked on the sports bag and strode into the bathroom. Looking at the mirror, his eyes were swollen and his cheeks relaxed. He walked out to the mask and forgot to bring it. There was no such thing in the hotel, so he had to take a foundation from Chanel handbag and rub it on his face a little bit.

half an hour later, Meng man came out of the bathroom and restored the beautiful, bright red lip color, pink blush, thick foundation, black and thin willow brow, and she smiled. Her dream was not easily defeated.

"Ding Dong" doorbell rang. Mengman walked to the door quickly. As soon as he opened the door, the waiter said with a smile, "Mrs. Huan, you've ordered more food."

"Well, put it at the door. I'll take it in myself." She mildly smile, the waiter are stunned, soon he lowered his head, embarrassed nod.

Mengman is used to it, but no matter how attractive she is, there is no way to attract the attention of the Huan family.

This is a place she has never been able to figure out.

Other men are attracted when they see him, but Huan Gufeng just can't move him. He thought he was gay before, but after bingxia appeared, Huan Gufeng's eyes are full of love and doting.

"Mrs. Huan, call the front desk if you have anything?"

"Well, I see." Mengman raised his proud head and blinked his eyes. Under his long eyelashes, a pair of discharge eyes made the waiter's eyes unable to move away.

After closing the door, she laughs and laughs. Her charm can only attract these men who can't be on the stage, but Huan Gufeng is not an ordinary man. It's a thorn in her heart that can't be pulled out.When she was full, it was already seven o'clock in the evening when she looked at her watch. She went into the bathroom and added more color to the lipstick she had diluted. Then she picked up Chanel's handbag and walked out of the room.

The high-heeled shoes stepped on the carpet of the hotel and twisted their waist. The curly hair of the shawl also beat rhythmically with the twisting of the body.

When she came to the front desk, she looked at her and found that the girl who despised her in the morning was not there. However, when the hotel manager saw her, he went forward to greet her warmly, with a smile on his face, and said, "Mrs. Huan, are you going out this time? We'll keep the room for you and arrange for someone to clean it up. Do you have anything else to say? "

"Well, by the way, what did you do with the girl in the morning?" Mengman turns an eye, light ask a way, seem not easy tone.

"Mrs. Huihuan, she's too ungrateful, but she's the niece of our general manager. She's just familiar with the environment at the front desk. We can't dismiss her and change her position. Don't worry, she won't appear in front of you in the future, I promise." The words of the hotel lobby manager surprised Mengman. An ordinary girl is actually the niece of the general manager of the hotel. Now everything depends on her status.

It also makes me firmly believe that I can't lose the title of Mrs. Huan.

"Well, I see." Mengman didn't say too much. She had a sleep and was not as angry as she was in the morning.

With light steps, she walked out of the door of the hotel.