He Is Warmer Than Time

After all, the illusion she created was that she was powerless but rich. Seeing the small house she lived in, even rich would be untenable.

Mrs. Su will definitely not talk to her so pleasantly in the future.

She stabilized her mind and said with a smile: "Ok...Okay, you are welcome to come at any time."

Han Ping smiled and patted her shoulder lightly: "Next week, we have just moved back to our old house this week, and there are a lot of things to pack."

"OK, all right."

Fortunately, she still has time to prepare.

The two talked and laughed a lot, and Han Ping's impression of Zhong Qi was at least better than that of Mu Mian.

Zhong Qi looks good, has a wealthy family, graduated from a prestigious university, and works in the procuratorate. The overall conditions are much better than Mu Mian.

Na Mu Mian, besides a face, what else does she have?

Mu Mian was really miserable. He was treated coldly by the man he liked, and his aunt had to speak ill of him behind his back.

She returned to Sanyuan Alley with a little muddledness. As soon as she entered the alley, she saw her mother and Ye Cheng's parents rushing over.

She grabbed her mother: "What are you going to do?"

Ye Cheng’s mother burst into tears: “We received a call saying that Ye Cheng had a car accident and is now in the hospital.”

Mu Mian shook his heart, and quickly pulled her mother: "I...I will go with you."

The four of them called a taxi and went straight to Huashan Hospital, asking questions all the way, and finally ran to Ye Cheng's ward.

Ye Cheng was lying on the hospital bed, his right leg was hung by a bandage, his leg was in plaster, his arm was also bandaged, and even his head was covered with gauze.

When Ye Cheng's mother saw it, she couldn't help her tears falling down: "You dead child, the doctor said you had a car accident last night. Why did you only notify us of the car accident last night?"

Ye Cheng smiled weakly: "I think I will let you sleep well at night. I know I am injured and can't die, so I will ask the doctor to notify you after dawn."

Mu Mian felt a little bit blocked, Ye Cheng was such a big fool, he was so hurt, he still considered others.

Zhao Hong wiped her tears and said, "Does it hurt? Is there any pain?"

Ye Cheng lay motionless: "Fortunately..."

Zhao Hong cried so hard to herself: "It's been a while, what are you doing well?"

Ye Cheng finally got frustrated: "Legs hurt, arms hurt, headaches, mom, I hurt everywhere."

Zhao Hong covered her mouth, tears falling straight down.

Ye Cheng's father, Ye Zhiguo, couldn't hide his distress: "How did you kid get such a serious car accident?"

Ye Cheng whispered: "It's probably because I've been a little tired recently. I was a little distracted while driving. I didn't see a van coming from the opposite side, and then I got out of control."

Mu Mian frowned: "When your injury is healed, you can hire a driver."

Ye Cheng found out that Mu Mian was standing behind his parents, and he was a little excited: "You... why are you here?"

Mu Mian walked over and looked at him with bruises all over his body. He couldn't help but feel a little pain: "I heard that you had a car accident. I'll come and see you."

Ye Cheng tugged at the corner of his mouth and smiled, and then yelled in pain. Mu Mian was at a loss: "Are you still in the mood to laugh?"

Ye Cheng panted and said, "It's okay, it's all traumatic, so it will be fine for a while."

As he was talking, the doctor in a white coat walked in, and Ye Zhiguo hurriedly asked about his son's condition.

"The injured Ye Cheng had a fracture in his right leg, a fractured bone in his right arm, and a serious injury to his head. He had 17 stitches stitched and there were 12 wounds of various sizes on his body."

Mu Mian was shocked when he heard it, and he was hurt like this. He was so calm just now, it was really nothing to say.

Zhao Hong began to weep again: "You dead child, you have been hurt like this, and you are still brave."

Ye Cheng smiled: "Fortunately, at the critical moment, I stretched out my hand to cover my face. My wife hasn't married yet, so I can't disfigure it."