Mr. He's heart beats the world with his beauty

Chapter 137 Elopement
"no need."

He Zhaozhi glanced at the 50 cash suitcase in Zhou Qu's hand, and said indifferently, "Give her the money and settle the medical expenses. She will not die herself. What does her life have to do with me?"

After He Zhaozhi finished speaking, he inserted his hands into his trousers and left without looking back.

The back is cold and decisive.

Zhou Qu ran to settle the fee helplessly, put the suitcase next to Song Lan's bed, and hurriedly followed.

When Song Lan woke up, it was already two hours later, and there was no one beside the bed.

Song Lan was in a trance for a while, thinking that the last time she was hospitalized because of a stomach problem, it was He Xiaoya who stayed by the bed all the time.

now……

He Xiaoya became a vegetable and would never wake up again. She was alone again.

Song Lan struggled to sit up, the surgical site twitched in pain, she clutched her lower abdomen while searching around.

Finally, in an inconspicuous place under the bed, I found the suitcase.

Opening the suitcase, she reluctantly cleared the 50 inside. Song Lan heaved a sigh of relief and hugged the suitcase tightly in her arms.

Great, Dad's medical expenses can be continued, and he doesn't have to be kicked out of the nursing home...

She pulled out the indwelling needle on the back of her hand. On the pale skin, the eye of the needle was obvious, and bead-sized blood beads soon appeared.

Song Lan casually held it down with a tissue, put on her coat, and walked out weakly with her handbag.

She had just had a minimally invasive surgery, and she hadn't recovered yet, and the handbag was so heavy that she could only bend down and drag the bag to the hospital door.

Not far away, Qin Haifeng walked into the hospital wearing a mask and sunglasses, absent-mindedly picked up the phone call from her manager, Mingjie: "Oh, I know, Miss Ming, isn't it just a cold and a little inflammation of the tonsils? It won't affect the concert next week. Don't worry, I'm already in the hospital, so you can help me negotiate the contract with peace of mind."

Qin Haifeng said a few perfunctory words, put down his mobile phone and was about to go to the ENT department, when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Lan who was resting on a handbag not far away, panting.

Song Lan was wearing an ill-fitting hospital gown under her large windbreaker, her feet were still wearing slippers, and light blue fragile blood vessels were exposed on the back of her hands.

The whole person looked like he had just been fished out of the water, dripping with cold sweat.

Qin Haifeng stepped forward in surprise: "Song Lan, it's really you, why are you here, where have you been recently?"

Qin Haifeng also heard that she and He Zhaozhi regretted their marriage. It was a hot topic in Yecheng, and most of the respectable people knew about it.

Song Lan didn't expect to meet Qin Haifeng here, she curled up the corners of her mouth weakly, extruding a thin arc.

"So it's you...Qin Haifeng, I'm here to see a doctor."

"Look at the cold sweat on your forehead, what's wrong with you, go to the doctor quickly!"

Seeing that her arms were shaking, Qin Haifeng helped her up worriedly.

"No, I just came out of the ward, I'm going back, home..."

Song Lan struggled to speak.

She knew that with her current ability, it was impossible to leave with a suitcase containing 50 cash.

She raised her face and looked at Qin Haifeng helplessly: "Haifeng, can you do me a favor and take me out of here, I have very important things to do."

She wants to send the money to a nursing home.

Seeing her like this, Qin Haifeng had nothing to say, so he quickly helped her into his car: "Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?"

"No, let's go..."

After getting into the car, Song Lan's heart felt a little more at ease.

the other side.

He Zhaozhi left the hospital with a dark face, and stopped when he stepped out of the hospital door.

Zhou Qu almost bumped into him: "Young Master He, what's wrong?"

"That woman charged me 50 yuan and earned me a sum of medical expenses, so she just left. Isn't it too cheap for her?"

He Zhaozhi raised his hand and tugged the tight tie around his neck a few times irritably: "She almost made me a joke of the whole Night City, how could I just let her go and go back."

He Zhaozhi turned around and walked towards the ward.

Zhou Qu followed behind him, sighing softly.

Knowing that his young master wanted to humiliate Song Lan again.

When I came to the ward, I thought the woman was still sleeping on the bed, but what greeted He Zhaozhi was an empty bed.

He Zhaozhi's pupils shrank slightly, he took a step forward, and reached out to touch the mattress: "There is still temperature."

Zhou Qu also said, "The suitcase was taken away."

Zhou Qu said worriedly: "Young Master He, Miss Song just finished the operation and couldn't get out of bed. Could it be that someone coveted the money in the suitcase and took Miss Song away with the money?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Those who ask for money just rob them. Isn't it superfluous to rob someone?" He Zhaozhi scolded in a low voice.

Zhou Qu hurriedly fell silent.

"..." He Zhaozhi closed his eyes, his thin eyelids fluttered for a moment, and finally opened them coldly: "Send someone to look for it, search the hospital once, if it's not enough, check the surveillance until the woman's whereabouts are found."

"Yes, Young Master He."

moment.

Zhou Qu hurried back to the ward.

The ward was filled with smoke, and He Chaozhi's handsome face was hidden behind the smoke. He raised his hand to extinguish the cigarette in his hand, and asked calmly, "Did you find him?"

Zhou Qu was silent for a moment, and showed He Chaozhi a surveillance video: "I found it. I guessed wrong. Ms. Song left by herself. When she left, she took the 50 yuan with her. And, and..."

"And what?" He Zhaozhi asked impatiently.

"And, she got into Qin Haifeng's car."

He Zhaozhi's eyes sank, and he looked at the surveillance video that was being played.

The woman dragged her suitcase to the hospital door with difficulty, and was supported by Qin Haifeng, and the two got into the car and left the hospital.

That appearance was like stealing his money and elope with his lover.

He Zhaozhi stared at the monitor for a long time before he laughed.

He lit the cigarette again, but didn't smoke, letting the cigarette turn into ashes at his fingertips.

He Zhaozhi's eyes were scarlet, and he said to himself, "Okay, that's great. I'm close to Qin Haifeng so soon, so why go to the nightclub to pretend to be pitiful? The Qin family's gate can accommodate you as a drinking companion. The daughter-in-law?"

……

When I woke up, it was evening.

The sunlight outside the window was soft and the temperature in the room was pleasant. When Song Lan woke up, she thought that she had died and came to heaven.

She struggled to get up from the bed, touched the drip needle on the back of her hand, and wanted to pull it off.

At this time the door was pushed open, and a gentle and beautiful middle-aged woman walked in with a hot porridge.

Seeing that Song Lan was about to pull out the needle, she put down the porridge in fright, and stepped forward to stop it: "Don't pull it out, it's anti-inflammatory and analgesic. Your wound hasn't healed yet, and inflammation will make your illness worse."

Song Lan looked blankly at the beautiful woman who helped her to put a soft pillow and inserted the needle back, and asked cautiously, "Hi, where is this? Are you?"

The beautiful woman raised her head and smiled, and said softly: "You are Song Lan, I am Hai Feng's mother. I used to be a doctor and I just retired. I was shocked when Hai Feng brought you back. He Said you passed out in his car."

(End of this chapter)