Rich family game, sky-high price young mistress!

Chapter 8 Meeting in a panic! Things were packed very quickly, and it only took a blink of an eye. Mo Qingfei had already packed her luggage, and she looked anxious as if she was afraid that Lin Suyun would leave her alone.

After checking the room carefully to make sure that nothing was left behind, Lin Suyun reached out and stopped a taxi, and the two of them walked away without any hesitation, extremely ruthless.

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Hospital.

He reached out and touched the thermos box in his arms, and when he felt the warmth spreading from his fingertips, Mo Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

Although her father was still having an infusion, she could eat it as soon as he woke up. Maybe her father would have woken up when she entered the ward. She always had this thought in her heart...

When the number of red words climbed to four, Mo Wan stepped out of the elevator and trotted towards the ward.

Just after she ran around the corner, before she could raise her head, her body was knocked to the ground by a strong force. She couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. At the same time, the lid of the thermos box came loose, and the porridge inside was in a mess.

Spilled out.

Mo Wan screamed in surprise and ignored the heat and pain coming from his body. He sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment and hurriedly tightened the thermos box.

"Huan, congratulations on winning the lottery." A gloating voice sounded.

"Troublesome..." There was a hint of warning in the deep magnetic voice, which was also mixed with a touch of just the right amount of hoarseness, sexiness, and sultryness.

Hearing this, Mo grabbed his hand that was on the thermos box and frowned slightly. For some reason, he always felt that he had heard such a voice somewhere before. It seemed a bit familiar. Could it be an illusion?

She raised her head and looked over, but when she saw the man standing in front of her, she froze as if she had been struck by lightning.

The high-end hand-made suit is ironed to fit his slender and strong body. The lines on his face are deep and handsome, as perfect as a sculpture, and he is Pei Yihuan.

At this time, his slightly lowered eyes were falling on the black silk shirt, and the sticky porridge even slowly flowed downwards along the shirt...

His handsome brows frowned, and a hint of displeasure flashed through his eyes as deep as pure ink. Instead of looking at the culprit on the ground, he stretched out his long arm and landed in front of Owen next to him. His thin lips pursed into a tight smile.

drew a straight line; "Paper!"

Owen raised his narrow peach blossom eyes and said with a smile, "President Pei, I'm sorry, I have never been in the habit of carrying paper with me..."

"Owen!" Pei Yihuan's voice was completely deep, with a half-dark firelight.

"Why are you so angry? If President Pei doesn't believe it, then come and search..."

Owen stood in front of Pei Yihuan very generously, with a few big words written on his charming face - You can do whatever you want!

While the two of them were talking, Mo Wan finally pulled back his interrupted thoughts, but her head was still buzzing, as if it was about to explode.

She thought about it over and over again, but she never imagined that the person she met would be him!

Just looking at him, the events that happened that night hit her like a tidal wave, so heavy and depressing that she almost couldn't breathe.

That night, cowardice, humiliation, helplessness, panic, pain, and despair filled her world...

She didn't want to think about everything about that night, let alone see the people that night. Her mind was in chaos, but the only thought was extremely clear and determined, she wanted to escape!

She didn't go to get the thermos box on the ground. When the two of them weren't paying attention, she struggled to hold up her painful body from the fall. She lowered her head and said something vaguely, "I'm sorry..."

Then, she moved quickly and was about to slip past the two of them when a voice stopped her on the spot: "Miss, please stay!"

My health is not good, and my temperature suddenly dropped in the past few days. I started intravenous drip again. Yesterday I stopped updating, but the day before yesterday I wrote three thousand, and today I wrote more than one thousand. Today is the last day of drip. After tomorrow, the update will return to normal!