Who moved my novel?

"Jenny."

"I'm here to see you."

Dao Mo gently placed the bouquet of roses in front of the tombstone, his eyes full of tenderness...and sadness.

"Jenny, why are you so stupid? Why do you take risks for me? I'm not worth it."

"This is your favorite..."

…

When Daomo paid homage to Jenny, she didn't notice that there were two people watching her in the corner of the cemetery.

"Dao Mo?"

Xue Mo walked to Dao Mo uncertainly.

"Are you?" Dao Mo looked at Xue Mo and recalled for a moment before he remembered: "Were you the police officer that day?"

"I'm not a policeman." Xue Mo shook his head: "Dao Mo, I am Jenny's friend and an author. That day... I was just working part-time."

"Oh." Dao Mo nodded, but didn't know what to say.

"Are you here to pay homage to Jenny?" After a few minutes of embarrassment, Xue Mo broke the silence and asked, looking at the flowers Dao Mo placed in front of the tombstone.

"Yes." Dao Mo nodded, and the sadness in his eyes turned into two tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

"Jenny will be very happy to have a girlfriend like you."

"I would rather not." Dao Mo shook his head, unwilling to bring up this topic again: "Are you... also here to pay homage to your friend? I'm sorry, I haven't asked you what my name is?"

"My name is Xue Mo." Xue Mo looked at where he was just now: "I'm here to pay homage to my...forget it, just treat him as a friend."

"Is this...ah." Dao Mo felt the hesitation in Xue Mo's language and did not ask in detail.

"Jenny." Xue Mo also placed some offerings in front of Jenny's tombstone: "I didn't expect that after we met briefly, we would say goodbye forever. I wish I had known it was you."

"Do you have a good relationship?" Dao Mo asked doubtfully, "I've never seen you before."

"The so-called brothers probably don't forget each other's existence even if they don't meet each other." Xue Mo slowly stood up after speaking: "Brothers and sisters, I'm leaving first. If you need anything, remember to see me."

"Yes." Dao Mo nodded casually. She had never wanted to find Xue Mo, but facing the kindness of her "dead husband" brother, she would not reject it directly with low emotional intelligence.

"Oh, that's right." Xue Mo, who had walked a few steps away, suddenly stopped and turned his back to Dao Mo and said, "Please pay attention to your safety. The mastermind behind this matter is still there, and he is..."

"What?" Dao Mo frowned and raised his head to look at Xue Mo, but he only saw Xue Mo's figure gradually moving away.

…

"Who is that man?" Outside the cemetery, Rousi frowned and looked at Dao Mo and the man beside her.

Is he Dao Mo's boyfriend? It doesn't look like it. Dao Mo has already placed flowers in front of the tombstone.

Could it be her new boyfriend? It doesn't look like it either.

"Hey." Just when Rousi was lost in thought, Xue Mo arrived behind her.

"Ah?!" Rousi was startled by the blood ink. After calming down, she said, "How did you get behind me?"

"Come here." Xue Mo shrugged.

It's not that he was pretending, he really came over, but Rousi was too focused just now so he didn't notice.

"Who are you?" Rousi took two steps back, pulled some distance away, and asked warily.

"It's my turn to ask you this." Xue Mo pointed at Dao Mo: "You have been looking at my siblings, why?"

"Your brother and sister?" Rousi frowned and stared at Xuemo, as if she wanted to see the truth in his words.

"Yes." Xue Mo nodded: "I am her fiancé's friend. Now is it time for you to introduce yourself?"

"Oh." Rousi lowered her head in a panic: "I, I am the owner of Rousi Flower Shop. Just now this girl came over to buy flowers. I saw that she was not in good condition, and I was a little worried, so I came to take a look."

"Why are you so nervous?" Xue Mo smiled: "If I didn't know better, I would have thought you were Brother Wang's lover."

"Brother Wang? Lover?" Rousi looked at Xuemo in confusion: "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." Xue Mo shook his head: "It's just a joke, but I hope you won't follow Dao Mo anymore, otherwise I will ask my brother Wang for help."

"Are you from the gang?" Roushiyang pretended to be scared.

"Of course, no." Xue Mo laughed loudly: "If you have any problems, of course you should go to the police."

"Haha, you're right." Rousi smiled awkwardly: "Since this girl is fine, I'll leave first."

After saying that, she was about to walk towards where she parked her car.

"Be careful on the road." Xue Mo nodded and said goodbye to Rousi with a smile. Suddenly, he saw something in the car and quickly stopped Rousi: "Wait a moment!"

"What's wrong?" Rousi turned around cautiously and looked at Xue Mo.

"What kind of flowers are those on your car? They're so beautiful." Xue Mo asked, pointing to a pot of flowers on the car.

"Oh, this." Rousi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Xuemo was unintentionally embarrassing herself: "This is called Mandalahua. I forgot about it if you didn't remind me. This is for the girl. Please help me pass it on to her." Bar."

After saying that, Rousi took out a pot of white flowers that was placed firmly in the car and handed it to Xue Mo.

…

"Ahem!" Xiao Sun got off the car at the entrance of Chengbei District Hospital, but did not enter the hospital.

He suddenly changed his mind just now because it was revealed that the man behind the scenes was his boss. Going back like this is no different from a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

Xiao Sun waved to the enthusiastic driver, and when he saw the car go away, he quietly walked around the hospital and went to the address he remembered.

If he guessed correctly, that person could be trusted.

…

"Knock knock knock!" There was a knock on the door.

However, no one responded.

"Is anyone there?"

Still no one responded.

"Knock knock knock!"

"I know you're home, help me!"

Xiao Sun leaned against the painter's door and waited patiently.

Xiao Sun didn't know much about the painter, but his intuition told him that this person, this weird painter, would help him.

"Click."

As Xiao Sun expected, the door opened, and an eye was looking out from the crack of the door.

"Hello, painter, can you help me?" Xiao Sun asked weakly, covering his wound.

It wasn't that he was pretending, but the wound on his body was really clear. He could hold on outside before, but now he was in a place where he felt safe. As his tense nerves relaxed, he could no longer hold on.

"Who are you?" The painter asked Xiao Sun with his right eye without opening the door.

"I am a policeman from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. I have encountered some troubles. Can I recover here?" Xiao Sun briefly explained his situation.

"But why?" The painter looked at Xiao Sun coldly: "If you are injured, you should go to the hospital, not come to my house."

After saying that, he was about to close the door.

"The hospital is not safe." Xiao Sun quickly grabbed the door with his hand and left the room: "My opponent is my boss."