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It's you!

If this was true, it would be difficult for He Jia and her.

However, there were a lot of questions. If the He Family had thought like this in advance, then why not openly at the hospital's gate, then come even more directly and sneakily? If she did not see him coming, then wouldn't it all be in vain?

Ning Jin looked extremely cautious, to the point that Fu Huayong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was just that his expression was a little less, his attitude was a little better, and his heart was a little better.

Ning Jin took the apple, but did not eat it for a long time. Fu Huayong looked at it, but did not say anything.

"Don't you realize that there are a lot of problems with this? It would be more accurate to call it a loophole. "

It was late in the night, but the two of them were extremely spirited when they heard the question. When Ning Jin heard the question, he wanted to sit up straight, but the moment he moved, he felt a sharp pain, causing him to frown.

"You don't have to be so excited."

Ning Jin:...

"Speak." Ning Jin was a little angry from embarrassment.

Fu Huayong then understood the situation, "Do you still remember what you told me before?"

She said a lot, but did not know the one he pointed to. She answered with her eyes wide open, and Fu Huayong explained: "The bodyguard in He Family's confinement room, and the successful escape from the hospital."

Ning Jin remembered it clearly. After he had explained the reason clearly, Fu Huayong pointed his spear at He Qiu, the man who wanted to be gentle to her, but whose eyes also instantly dimmed.

Presumably, they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Fu Huayong thought for a while and analyzed, "This time's bodyguards were obviously prepared beforehand, it's just the He Family's arrangements are not likely."

and the Fu Clan did not do anything too excessive to them, and did not pose a threat to their interests either. If they insisted that He Jia was the only one in contact with them, then He Jia did not even have the chance to interact with them in the hospital. Furthermore, at this time, as long as something happened to Ning Jin, they would definitely point at him.

Or perhaps he could assume that for some reason, he would have to make a move against Ning Jin, but he wouldn't choose to do it on the streets, as this was also the action of a burning fool. Furthermore, while suppressing this news, he knew that the He Family was also working hard, otherwise, it wouldn't have calmed down so quickly.

However, what puzzled him the most was that when the news died down, this bodyguard's recording system had already appeared.

Wasn't this bodyguard missing?

Then there was only one possibility. This assassination and the walk on the internet were both set up by the same person, and the purpose was to let the He Family and the Fu Family fall into a struggle. However, all of this was just a conjecture, and there was no evidence to prove it.

Ning Jin's eyes lit up. It looked like Fu Huayong and her were still the same, but they knew that everything was just an illusion and there was no evidence to prove it. However, the current situation was completely one-sided.

"Does grandpa and grandma know?"

This sentence from her grandparents, Ning Jin, made her feel like she couldn't say it, because from the time she had come back until now, she had never seen them.

Fu Huayong changed his posture and spoke in a slightly less serious manner, "Grandmother is the same as you."

Like her?

"Grandmother was also stabbed?" This question was asked without hesitation. Fu Huayong shook his head: "When you're older, there's no need to waste time on it."

Ning Jin nodded in response.

"It's getting late, go rest." After Fu Huayong finished speaking and was about to leave, Ning Jin blurted out: "Where are you going?" Then he hesitated and said, "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

She said that because she didn't want Fu Huayong to be too troubled, but the other party seemed to be thinking about something different.

Fu Huayong's footsteps stopped, and his face carried a slightly sloppy expression: "What, you've already reached such an irreconcilable point with me?"

He put his hands into his pockets and acted frivolous, as if he had returned to his original appearance.

Ning Jin sweated, her mouth was truly despicable. He simply turned his body and did not look at the person in front of his, and said indifferently: "Goodbye, I won't send you off."

"The question is, did you send it?"

He heard a mocking question.

Ning Jin was furious, if this man did not take advantage of his, would it be endless?

Ning Jin turned his body around and opened his mouth to refute but there was no one at the door. He was infuriated, even though he ran really fast, there was no one else around and the sickroom returned to silence.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already morning. The sky outside the window was a little cold, and the wind blowing through the gap in the window was a little chilly. The doctor would give her a physical examination at 8 PM in order to understand how she was recovering, but at this moment, the alarm clock on the wall pointed to 7 PM, but the door to the ward was pushed open.

The person was dressed in a white robe and had a face mask on his face. His ink-black hair was floating in the air and he was in stark contrast to the white of his body.

A familiar feeling rose in Ning Jin's heart, but he blurted out that person's name in that split second.

"He Qiu!"

Ning Jin's eyes were filled with shock, and her two hands unconsciously clasped together. She thought that it would be a long time before they met, or perhaps they would never have the chance to meet again.

It was too sudden.

Hearing Ning Jin's voice, He Qiu unconsciously furrowed his brows, the emotion behind his eyes was completely covered by his glasses, and his body went back to the ward's door and closed it. When he turned around, his slender fingers lightly danced on his face, causing the mask to slip out of his eyes.

"Are you all right?"

In a word, an indescribable emotion.

On the sickbed, Ning Jin's face was pale white, his originally well-developed face had become much thinner, the cheekbones on his face had instantly entered his eyes, he placed his hand together on the bed, the green veins on the bones of his arms could clearly be seen, the thickness of his wrist at the side of his sleeve was unimaginably thin, he was afraid that if he used a little more strength, it would break.

She did not live a good life, at least in He Qiu's eyes.

"It's, it's really you!"