Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Didn't you say there was no wound? how come. . . Was Yao Shengming's wound also a burn?

Hearing the noise, Yao Shengming stood up abruptly, and when he saw Yao Rong, he stretched out his hand and pulled the bathrobe over his body, and asked with an unnatural expression, "Are you back?"

Yao Rong remained silent, her eyes fell on him, her body was trembling.

"No, it's impossible." Yao Rong kept shaking her head. She was in a very good mood just now. When she saw Yao Shengming's wound, she felt very uncomfortable. She felt a breath stuck in her heart, and she couldn't breathe.

Yao Shengming looked at her, he stepped forward worriedly and asked, "Rongrong, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

He was about to step forward, but Yao Rong took half a step back and rushed out the door.

"Rong Rong." He wanted to catch up, but he was afraid of scaring her.

Yao Shengming looked at the apple on the ground, then watched her flee from the second floor, turned and walked out.

Yao Rong ran outside, sat in front of Yao's house, kept shaking his head and said: "Why is he injured, it should be Zhuo Bi, I think it is Zhuo Bi, how could it be him?"

The recent contact with Zhuo Bi, and the injury on his back! They all proved that it was Zhuo Bi who saved her, not Yao Shengming.

Because she wanted to confirm, she asked the nurse specifically.

When the nurse said that Yao Shengming's back was fine, Yao Rong finally felt relieved. Between her and Yao Shengming, no one owed anyone else, it was just that. . . What happened to the injury on his back?

"Did the nurse get it wrong too?" Yao Rong was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

Perhaps, because she didn't like Yao Shengming, she forcibly transferred her thoughts to Zhuo Bi, hoping that he would save her?

Thinking of this, she drove straight to the hospital and found the nurse that day.

"Hey, hey, Ms. Yao, please slow down." The little nurse was taken aback by being dragged to a corner by her, angry with Yao Rong, as if she wanted to kill her?

Yao Rong pulled her to the corner, took out a few hundred yuan, handed it to her, and asked: "The patient who was unconscious before, I let you see his back, did you see it?"

"I've seen it." The nurse took the money and replied.

Yao Rong listened, and she asked in a low voice, "Are you sure he's not hurt?"

"I'm sure, there is no injury at all!" The nurse was taken aback, not understanding why she asked this.

Yao Rong stared into her eyes, raised her chin, and approached her and asked, "But this morning, I saw that his back was injured and inflamed. You're lying."

The nurse listened and gave her a white look: "Miss Yao, if that gentleman is injured, it has been a week since he was discharged from the hospital! If there is an injury, he has healed up. How can he get an infection?"

Yao Rong listened, only to realize that his brain was short-circuited, and he didn't think about it.

"So...his injury may also be from the back." The nurse said, passing her to get busy.

Yao Rong leaned against the corner, looked at the branches outside the window, and said in a low voice, "If it was an afterthought, then what exactly is he trying to do? Does he have to lie?"

Thinking of this, Yao Rong turned and went downstairs.

In her heart, a man should be frank and frank.

Every time she asked him about saving her, he would avoid answering, but it was the same today. . . . .

"I don't want to." Yao Rong was very upset when she thought of this, she turned to go to the flower shop, bought a bunch of flowers and turned back.

Yao Rong's eyes widened when she heard the voice, she always felt that the voice was very familiar.

When encountering such a thing, she considers herself unlucky, and she doesn't like to meddle in other people's business.

But this voice really made her extremely curious.

It was that woman, who was clearly Gu Miaoting.

Seeing this, Yao Rong lowered her head and looked at the clothes on the ground. She walked forward slowly, squatted down, and reached out to pick up the clothes and walked easily.

"Sir, borrow a fire." Yao Rong pulled a boy passing by, borrowed a lighter, lit his clothes, and set them on fire.