Hey Girl, You Are So Sweet

Lin Yuxiao's injury is really so serious?

Lin Mubei thought about it. He always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it again.

He went back and called Murong and came to the sanatorium where Lin Yuxiao was.

Murong didn't want to come here, but forced by Lin Mubei's threat, he had to follow. Outside the door, he looked at Lin Yuxiao, who was still in a coma. Murong put his arms around his chest and moved his eyes away.

Lin Mubei said to the Dean, "can you go in?"

"Yes." the Dean nodded.

Murong immediately said, "I won't go in. Go in."

Lin Mu looked at her in a fixed way. The corners of his mouth flashed a smile, more like ridicule: "afraid?"

"You know what you're talking about. I'm just worried that seeing him will wake him up. It's not worth the loss."

"Don't worry, he doesn't know it's because of you."

Murong kept silent and stood there like a root on his heel.

"It seems that you still feel guilty about him." Lin Mubei threw down a sentence and walked in alone.

Murong stood where he was. From the glass, he saw Lin Mubei with his back to her and standing in front of the bed. Murong turned around and walked out of the nursing home. He found a quiet place to smoke. Women smoke. The smoke is thin and long. It's very nice.

She took a gentle breath and looked a little confused.

She suddenly remembered that afternoon, Lin Mubei suddenly appeared in front of her and smiled, which stunned her for a moment.

Lin Mubei said, "long time no see, Murong."

She just reacted. Her friend on the side gently pushed her behind and joked, "yes, I met in the army again?"

Murong smiled and shook his head: "you go first. I'll find you later."

"How did you find me?" she asked Lin Mubei.

Lin Mubei didn't answer, just said, "I want you to cooperate with me."

Murong still remembered that he was very funny and asked him, "why do you think I would betray the powerful Lin Yuxiao and choose you, the poor Lin President?"

Finally, she made a choice.

In fact, she doesn't understand or want to understand why she made such a choice. The appearance of the man in the hospital bed never subsided, but became more and more clear. Since he lived in the sanatorium, she never set foot again. It seems that even if she just looked at him, she was deeply in hell, even though she had been in purgatory.

Murong was flustered. After smoking two cigarettes, she felt dizzy and wanted to vomit, so she put out the smoke, looked at the green belt in the distance, took a deep breath, turned around and wanted to go in. Lin Mubei had come out of it.

Murong reluctantly pulled out a smiling face, as if he was still thinking about it as before: "how about captain Lin's golden eyes, but what did you see?"

Lin Mubei glanced at her, wiped her directly and went to the car. Murong put away his smile and followed the car expressionless.

"The chief is going to send Lin Yuxiao abroad for treatment, but he really doesn't go in to see him for the last time?" Lin Mubei didn't drive, but leaned back in his chair and asked softly.

"Nothing to see." Murong's voice was a little cold: "go back. I'm tired and want to rest."

That night, the head received the news that Lin Mubei and Murong went to see Lin Yuxiao. He shook his head and said, "it's all arranged?"

"The foreign side has been contacted."

"Well, let's send him over tonight. Watch it and don't make any more trouble."

"Yes, chief."

The man backed out.

The chief put his hands on the open page, looked out of the window at the thinning twilight, and sighed deeply: "if you leave this time, don't come back."

Lin Yuxiao's departure is a secret. Only a few people know. He is like a small stone across the water, and doesn't stir up much waves.

Ye Sitong got up early the next day and went to the company. Xiao's affairs were heavy and complex. Ye Sitong read the data almost all morning. After uncle Guan picked up his lunch, he was about to go back to his desk to continue processing documents, and received a report from the secretary.

"President, President Han of muyuan is downstairs."

"Mr. Han, which Mr. Han?" Ye Sixi was in a trance. Maybe there have been too many things recently.

"Han Fang."

After thinking carefully for a while, ye Sitong remembered that when she was still in city a two years ago, the woman who said she wanted to make friends with her.

She put the name in her mouth for a moment and said, "please come up."

Before long, Han Fang came to the office. She was dressed casually and didn't seem to be talking about business. Ye Sitong asked her to sit down and ordered the Secretary to make a cup of coffee.

Han Fang took a sip of coffee and took the lead in saying, "I think you've been very busy these days, so you don't dare to disturb me. I didn't bother you when I came here today?"

Ye Sitong smiled: "No."

"I've been on business abroad during your return. How about managing such a large group?"

Han Fang speaks casually and appropriately, as if she were really an old friend for many years.

Ye Sitong said, "Miss Han is also the head of a group. It's just the same."

Seeing this, Han Fang said, "in fact, this time, in addition to the meeting between friends, Han also wants to talk about a business with your company."

"As far as I know, muyuan now has its own business and fixed partners. Why did it choose Xiao?"

"Xiao is a well-known large enterprise. Naturally, there are places worthy of cooperation. I wonder if President Xiao is willing to take this time?"

Ye Sitong pursed his lips, looked at his eye table and nodded, "yes."

Two hours later, after reading the documents in his hand, ye Sitong pondered for a moment and said, "it's a big deal. I just joined the company and can't make such a big decision. Should miss Han be patient?"

"The last thing Han needs is patience." Han Fang bent her lips: "I don't know if Miss ye would like to have a cup of afternoon tea together?"

Ye Sitong naturally refused. Han Fang didn't insist and left.

Rubbing the papers on the desk, ye Sitong wondered why these profitable businessmen have given her free gifts recently?

Thinking for a moment, she didn't come to any conclusion. She called the Secretary in and "informed the heads of all departments to have a meeting."

When Murong returned to his residence, he took off his coat, only wearing underwear and underwear, took a bottle of wine barefoot and poured it into the glass.

The scarlet liquor trickled down the transparent glass wall, which was very dazzling.

Murong poured a glass of wine without hesitation, but the taste in her mouth was extremely bitter. She took out a pack of cigarettes from under the tea table, opened it and lit it, and poured another cup for herself.

Murong looked a little disappointed. She looked out of the window at the heavy night and didn't know where her eyes penetrated.

There was a noise in the next room. The door was pushed open. She quickly put out the smoke and ran over.

An old lady with silver hair came out on crutches, touched her hand and said, "you are a girl. How do you smoke all day?"

Murong smiled, although he knew the old man couldn't see, "Mom, your eyes are bad. What's wrong with me? It's bad to knock and touch?"

Murong led the old lady to sit down on the sofa, turned to the kitchen and poured a glass of water to the old lady: "Mom, why don't you sleep so late?"

"If you don't come back, I can't sleep," said the old lady, fumbling with the taste on the tea table.

Murong quickly put away the wine bottle and glass on the tea table and said, "I'm back. I'll go to bed in a minute. Mom, you can go to bed early after drinking water. If you have anything, just ring the bell at the head of the bed and call me."

The old lady was silent for a moment and said nervously, "did the beast of the Lin family find you again?"

"No, no, mom, he..." Murong stopped for a while and said, "he's gone. Don't worry."

"That's good, that's good." the old lady looked relaxed and patted her hand. She didn't want to cry.

Murong was stunned and shouted, "Mom..."

"I've wronged you to stay with him for so many years for my mother."

"Nothing, mom, let me take you back to your room to sleep."

Settle down the old lady, Murong returned to the living room and took out the opened wine. Her heart had never been so at a loss as now. When the man was still there, she kept chasing him as the direction of her efforts, but the man suddenly disappeared, and may never appear again in the future. She felt the pain of pulling at her heart.

"Murong, Murong, why are you so worthless! Isn't it a man? For him..."

Murong couldn't say any more. The tears pressed from the corners of her eyes for a long time slipped down, drank wine and swallowed, and the taste was not so bitter. It seemed that there was a wind outside, and a branch gently knocked on the window, but her family lived on the 23rd floor. Where did she get such a high branch?

Murong tightened his body, quickly pulled a coat around his naked body, took the gun in his hand and slowly moved to the window.

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She suddenly opened the window. There were only sparse road lights in the thick night. Her heart sank and shouted, "who is it?"

After waiting for a moment, no one answered. Murong breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand to pull up the window, but he saw the dark shadow in front of him, covering her mouth and nose.

Lin Mubei returned to the villa. After washing, he read a few pages in bed. He vaguely heard the roar of the wind outside the window, as if it was going to rain. He sank into the quilt wearily, and half of his fine red upper body slipped in.

Lin Mubei put down his book and turned off the light to go to sleep. He was awakened by his mobile phone as soon as he was a little sleepy.

Lin Mubei scolded secretly. He forgot to turn off the machine and impatiently picked it up: "what's the matter?"

The head's voice came from the far end of the mobile phone: "Mu Bei, where are you now?"

Lin Mubei's tone eased a lot, "in the villa, what's up?"

"The person who escorted Yuxiao abroad reported that Yuxiao was gone."

"What?!" Lin Mubei sat up directly from the bed.

It had rained outside the window, and the big raindrops crackled on the window.