The doctor's hands cover the sky, and the male gods can't stand high

Chapter 36 Sleepless Night 3
"How do you know there are no ghosts in this world?"

Jiang Luan couldn't see that Mo Qingxuan thought of any man who approached her with ill intentions and treated him as the No. [-] enemy to attack her defenses. She didn't say she believed in ghosts because of Shi Mingyang.

Why does he always have the tone of her seducing men everywhere.

"Of course I know that when a person dies, he is dead. Where does the theory of ghosts and gods come from? If there are ghosts, how many people die every day in the hospital? Have you ever seen ghosts?"

Mo Qingxuan snorted coldly, with a bit of disdain on his handsome brows.

"I have seen!"

Jiang Luan's small face changed, her eyes were cold and firm, and there was a hint of sadness in her serious tone. Mo Qingxuan was stunned, staring at her clear eyes, which gradually deepened.

After a moment of confrontation, Jiang Luan said softly, "I met my dad four years ago!"

In the past, Jiang Luan didn't believe in ghosts, but unlike Mo Qingxuan, a conceited man who didn't believe in ghosts and gods, she had a disdainful attitude. Even if she didn't believe it, she still held an attitude of awe.

However, four years ago, she believed it.

Because, when she fell off the cliff, several ghosts saved her.Take her out of the car that was falling rapidly. At that time, she didn't know that those few were ghosts.

When she woke up, what she saw was an old woman.

The old woman told her that the person who rescued her, the person who fell off the cliff at that section of the road, was actually a ghost.

Later, she met her father, and since then, she has believed.She hadn't said it before, because she felt that they wouldn't believe it if she told it.

Mo Qingxuan was startled, and sat upright leaning on the sofa, half-closed his long and deep eyes, and the disdain between his brows was replaced by shock, he stared at her for a few seconds, and then said every word. Question: "Luan'er, you mean, after Uncle Jiang left, you saw him again?"

Jiang Luan nodded, remembering the scene of her car rushing off the cliff four years ago, being rescued, and seeing her father later, her brows and eyes were slightly emotional, and her voice overflowed her red lips softly and softly: "You must not have imagined Four years ago, my car was tampered with and rushed off a cliff. Just when I thought I was going to die, suddenly several figures floated up and pulled me out of the car. Later, I lost consciousness……"

Mo Qingxuan sat upright, and the situation was changing in his deep eyes. If someone told him, he would not believe it, but when Jiang Luan said this, he was shocked, but he believed it.

He can tell when Jiang Luan's words are true, and when they are false.

"Because you met Uncle Jiang four years ago, so you chose revenge instead of going home?"

Mo Qingxuan's deep voice suppressed his emotions. For a short period of time, he couldn't ignore the fact that she had pretended to be dead for four years and made all of them think she was really dead.

Jiang Luan heard the resentment in his tone, she nodded calmly, she really chose revenge instead of going home.

"Now you should believe that there are really ghosts in this world, right?"

Not wanting to talk more about what she experienced four years ago, Jiang Luan changed the topic and returned to the most important thing at present.

Seeing her avoiding, Mo Qingxuan had a trace of displeasure on Jun's face, but he knew the priorities and didn't get to the bottom of it. He thought to himself, when he finds out what's going on in front of him, Jiang Luan must let Jiang Luan write down every word of the past four years. Tell him.

"Even if there are ghosts in the world, it can't be such a coincidence. When I didn't wear the jade pendant, ghosts appeared."

Mo Qingxuan's eyes moved slightly, he leaned back in the chair, and said in a stiff tone.

"You just said that your jade pendant was dirty last night, how did it get dirty?"

Jiang Luan was not sure that this matter must be supernatural, but as a policeman, she knew that any clues should not be let go easily, and there are only two possibilities at present.

The first is a conspiracy set up by someone, who may have bribed the people inside Jing'an Hospital. There are only a few people who can move to the surveillance, and it is not easy to do it in such a short period of time without anyone noticing it. .

It is also possible that it is through remote control, but it is even more difficult to attack the computer of Jing'an Hospital. Even the top hackers in the world can hardly do it so that no one knows it and leaves no trace.

The second possibility is that the patient was possessed by a ghost during the operation. In the eyes of Mo Qingxuan and others, the patient had a sudden epilepsy, but in fact, this was not the case.

Mo Qingxuan's eyes flickered, and under Jiang Luan's probing eyes, he explained lightly: "Last night, Xiaolu accidentally spilled tomato juice on my jade pendant. She said to wash it for me, so I gave it to her."

"It's just that the tomato juice got on the jade pendant, as for you to take it off?"

Jiang Luan was not so easy to deceive, she was sure that Mo Qingxuan had concealed the details.How did Xiaolu spill the tomato juice on him, or did it come from the jade pendant?
Why did he hide it again? Jiang Luan's thoughts turned slightly. When he guessed a certain possibility, his heart ached slightly. If the resentment is too deep, take advantage of you not wearing the jade pendant to possess the patient."

When Mo Qingxuan saw that she turned back to the topic and didn't ask about what happened last night, not only did he not feel relaxed, but instead felt blocked and depressed.

She clearly suspected that he was concealing the truth, that he and Xiao Lu had soiled the jade pendant under certain circumstances, but she didn't ask.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, his young master's face darkened, he stood up from the sofa, and said coldly: "I don't believe there is such a coincidence!"

After finishing speaking, he pursed his thin lips into a cold straight line, and angrily slammed the door away.

Jiang Luan looked at the direction of the door blankly, not knowing what was wrong with him, why he was getting angry for no reason.

She frowned and thought for a moment, then watched the video again, and still felt that her guess was possible.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Luan got up to wash up and was about to change clothes when there was a knock on the door, and Aunt Lan's voice came through the door: "Miss Jiang, are you up yet?"

Jiang Luan walked over to open the door, and Aunt Lan smiled and handed her the bag in her hand, saying, "Miss Jiang, this is what Eldest Young Master asked me to give you."

Jiang Luan was slightly surprised, and when she reached out to take the bag, she asked casually, "What is this?"

Aunt Lan replied with a smile: "It's the clothes you used to like to wear. The eldest son said that if you put on the clothes from before, it might evoke Mrs. Jiang's memory and it might be helpful to her."

Jiang Luan was slightly taken aback, thinking that what Mo Qingxuan said made sense, but why are these clothes not in the room where she lives? Could it be possible?
Aunt Lan was also very good at observing words and expressions. Seeing Jiang Luan's puzzled expression, she explained, "The Eldest Young Master had someone send it overnight. Miss Jiang, the Eldest Young Master said that Mrs. Jiang's illness will definitely recover."

"Thank you, Aunt Lan."

Jiang Luan nodded, feeling warm in his heart. Although that guy, Mo Qingxuan, was proud and conceited and had a bad temper, he was thoughtful and thoughtful about things.

"The eldest son and Mrs. Jiang are chatting in the living room downstairs. Miss Jiang, come down and have breakfast after you get dressed."

After Aunt Lan finished speaking, she turned and left. Jiang Luan closed the door, took off her pajamas, and put on the clothes that Mo Qingxuan had sent overnight.

When she was 20 years old, her father Jiang Bo bought her a limited-edition dress made by a Milanese design master.

She was overjoyed when she received the gift. That summer, she wore the dress the most. In the second year, she overheard her father and Mo Qingxuan talking on the phone, and then learned that the dress was paid for. The person is Mo Qingxuan.

At that time, she had just quarreled with Mo Qingxuan and had nowhere to vent her anger, so she threw her skirt onto Mo Qingxuan's face.

Later, her mother said that she liked to see her wearing that dress, and Mo Qingxuan deliberately found an opportunity to vent her anger, so she put on that dress again, but the number of times she wore it was no longer as much as before. too much.

Those memories, no matter the good ones or the sad ones, always popped into her mind inadvertently. Her 26 years of life had been entangled with Mo Qingxuan incessantly.

Like vines, entangled so deeply that they can no longer be separated.

Jiang Luan looked at the woman in the mirror, with broken hair at the ears, willow-leaf eyebrows, water-cut eyes, and fair cheeks that were as smooth as jade. The simple and chic white dress outlined her delicate and graceful figure, without any modification, elegant and quiet It looks like a fairy among flowers.

As soon as she appeared in the stairwell, in the living room downstairs, Mo Qingxuan raised his head and looked at her, his eyes suddenly darkened when his eyes touched the delicate figure in the stairwell.

Meeting his deep eyes, Jiang Luan's heart suddenly lost its rhythm.

She clenched her hands subconsciously, pursed the corners of her lips, and walked downstairs with slow steps.

The gaze she cast on her body never left, she could clearly feel that gaze was too strong without looking.

When she was halfway down the stairs, Mo Qingxuan's tall figure stood up from the sofa, and said to the white pigeon next to him who was holding a newspaper and reading intently: "Aunt Bai, do you know who she is?"

Bai Ge let out a cry, raised her head, followed Mo Qingxuan's gaze, and her gaze stopped on Jiang Luan, her clear eyes blinked a few times, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Mo Qingxuan smiled slightly, walked out of the sofa, and walked to the stairwell. When Jiang Luan went down the last step, he naturally reached out to hold her hand.

Jiang Luan was startled, subconsciously struggling.

Mo Qingxuan moved faster than her. Once he grabbed her hand, the strength was so tight that she couldn't struggle. He leaned over and whispered to her, "Aunt Bai is watching, don't move around."

Hearing Jiang Luan's words, the body's struggling movements stopped suddenly, and the lines of her whole body became tense.

On the sofa, the thinking and confusion between Bai Ge's eyebrows and eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a gentle and loving smile.

Seeing the change in her mother's expression, Jiang Luan was overjoyed, her eyes were uncontrollably stained with mist, and she let Mo Qingxuan hold her hand.

Seeing her obediently not struggling at last, a slight smile bloomed in Mo Qingxuan's deep eyes, her thin lips were slightly drawn, her brows were relaxed, her elegance and elegance were so seductive.

He took her hand and walked towards the sofa. When he approached the sofa, he felt her nervousness. He tightened his grip on her hand a little, and told her silently that he was by her side.

Jiang Luan felt the weight in his hands, and looked up at him. Mo Qingxuan smiled at her, looked at Bai Ge, and asked happily, "Aunt Bai, do you think this dress looks good on her?"

With a gentle smile on Jiang Luan's face, she tried her best not to be nervous, and met her mother's gaze with her clear eyes.

"It's beautiful, my Luan'er also has a dress like this."

Bai Ge smiled and said kindly, before she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand towards Jiang Luan.

Jiang Luan's eyes lit up, and she struggled for a while, but Mo Qingxuan didn't let go of her hand, so she had to stretch out her other hand to hold her mother's hand.

Familiar feeling, familiar warmth.

The moment her hands were held together, her eyes suddenly became moist, and the temperature of her mother's palm turned into a warm current that penetrated into her heart, and quickly spread to her limbs and bones. The blood in her whole body boiled in the tenderness and love of her mother.

(End of this chapter)