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[69 Book Bar - www.] Sun Meiying had just left for a moment when her cell phone rang. Zhan Aofan took a look at it, picked it up, put it to his ear, and called out in a low voice: "Mozi."

"How is An'an now?" Chang Mo asked with concern.

"I'm still asleep. The doctor said I might be too tired. I'll wake up after sleeping to a certain extent." After Zhan Aofan finished speaking, he looked at his watch. It was more than six o'clock in the morning, and then asked: "Hui Hui

How are you? Are you awake?"

"Not yet. Do you want to tell him the truth when he wakes up?" Chang Mo asked.

"It's better not to tell him yet. That little guy is very sensitive. I'm afraid he won't go to kindergarten today if he finds out." Zhan Aofan rubbed his forehead and said hoarsely.

"Yes." Chang Mo responded in a low voice, flipping through the information found by the private detective just sent by his assistant, and then said: "Ao Fan, we have some information about Li Yifa."

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After hanging up the phone for a long time, Zhan Aofan sat quietly, alone on the sofa, with his elbows on his knees, his eyes closed, and his forehead...

A knock on the door broke the air that was almost stagnant due to silence.

Zhan Aofan suddenly came to his senses and walked over.

The nurse stood at the door and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhan, let me come over to see if the liquid has been dripped completely?"

Hearing her question, Zhan Aofan suddenly remembered... He quickly stepped into the inner room of the partition. Fortunately, there was still some liquid left.

The nurse predicted what would happen in just a few minutes, then stood by the bedside and waited patiently. During this period, she also checked the status of the monitoring equipment and the urinary catheter drainage bag.

The door was gently closed by the nurse from the outside. Zhan Aofan sat on the nursing chair beside the hospital bed, supporting the weight of his upper body on the bedside and holding the sleeping person's hand in his palm.

——Ao Fan, that Li Yifa was a pervert. Before he got rich, he had bad habits and flirted with women everywhere. There are rumors that his wife fell ill due to long-term depression and finally died in the hospital. After getting rich, she refused to change her habits.

Playing with young women for fun

, he often gathers people to have fun parties and goes to nightclubs. He does everything he can in that matter. Two women were once maimed by him and were later compensated to a certain extent. This matter became a big deal.

Made small, trivial matters turned into small things.

——The news sent back by the private detective is... An An did follow him for a period of time, but according to a bodyguard who had been with Li Yifa, An An followed him for about a month, and then he never stayed with him again.

I had seen her before, but the specific reason was unknown. Until last year, Li Yifa suddenly started looking for her for some unknown reason...

After talking about it, Chang Mo's voice gradually lost its calmness, almost gnashing his teeth. Zhan Aofan could clearly feel it, because he was the same way.

My thoughts gradually came back, and in my heart, in addition to anger and harshness, I was also severely entangled. It hurt, it hurt!

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When Mu Anyou woke up, what caught his eyes was the porcelain white surrounding him. The room was very quiet, so quiet that he could clearly hear the beeping sound of the instruments and the dripping sound of the medicine in the infusion bottle.

Her thoughts gradually became clearer, and she remembered that she fell asleep tiredly just after leaving the operating room, and she should be in the ward now.

There was a vague tingling sensation in my lower abdomen. I guess it was because the anesthetic was gradually wearing off, and I felt something at the incision. I wanted to raise my hand to touch it, but in the next moment...

Zhan Aofan lowered his head and thought about something. He felt a slight movement in his palms and raised his eyes to meet the eyes of the person in front of him.

"Are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" He lowered his voice and asked softly.

Mu Anyou shook her head slightly, her mouth was a little dry and her throat was a little sore.

Looking at her expression, Zhan Aofan seemed to understand something and explained: "Your anesthetic has not completely worn off, so you can't drink water before that." Then he turned around, took out a disinfectant cotton swab and dipped it in it.

He put water to her lips to moisten them.

"Are you feeling better now?" He stared at every subtle expression of hers for fear of missing something.

"Yeah." Nodding, Mu Anyou responded in a low voice, her voice a little hoarse: "You didn't sleep all night?" She remembered that he seemed to have just had surgery two days ago.

"I'm not sleepy." Zhan Aofan looked at her frown and replied with a smile.

Looking at the nursing bed on the other side, Mu Anyou gestured and said, "Go over and rest for a while. After the liquid is dripped, I will press the bedside pager."

"It's okay, I'm really not sleepy." Zhan Aofan remained motionless.

Mu Anyou is already a little impatient, but isn't he still sleepy? His eye circles are black and blue...

"Zhan Aofan, do you have to go against me in everything? Si..." He spoke too hastily, causing his wounds to be affected, and Mu Anyou groaned subconsciously.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" Zhan Aofan asked anxiously, his face full of worry, and he was about to press the beeper on the bedside.

"Stop pressing, I'm fine." Mu Anyou stopped his movement, and after saying that, he turned his head and made up his mind not to talk to him again, just let him go and do whatever he wanted.

Zhan Aofan sat down again after making sure that she was really fine. He looked at her expression, considered it for a moment, and then said softly: "I'm really not sleepy, I just want to watch you and stay with you."

, Youyou, please don't be angry, okay? If you touch the wound again, it will definitely hurt, ah?"

With such a gentle tone and such a cautious attitude, how could he still be the same Zhan Aofan in his memory? It would be impossible to say that his heart was not touched at all.

Sighing helplessly, Mu Anyou still didn't look at him, staring at a certain focus on the window sill, and sighed softly: "Zhan Aofan, why are you doing this... It's really already between us..."

As if he guessed what she was going to say next, Zhan Aofan hurriedly interrupted her unfinished sentence and changed the topic.

"Mozi is at home now. Huihui hasn't woken up when I called just now. I've asked him not to tell Huihui yet, lest he worry about you."

Sure enough, these words successfully diverted Mu Anyou's attention, and she nodded: "Well, we can't tell him first, let's wait until today." At least we should wait until she can move and sit on the bed.

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"good."

While the two were talking, the liquid was almost finished dripping, and Zhan Aofan pressed the bell.

Soon, the nurse came in and pulled out the diaphragm needle. Seeing that Mu Anyou had woken up, she asked and gave some instructions.

Zhan Aofan listened carefully on the side. The nurse saw that the urine drainage bag was half full. She was about to take out her gloves and put them on when she heard the person next to her say: "I'll do it."

The nurse was slightly surprised: "Can Mr. Zhan know it? Let me demonstrate it first."

Hearing this, Zhan Aofan nodded: "Yes, I saw your colleague draining blood once when I just left the operating room." After saying that, he leaned down and unscrewed the interface at the bottom of the drainage bag.

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