Bai Moyan finished his university open class in the morning and returned to his office to sit down. He held his forehead with one hand, closed his eyes and sighed, looking extremely tired.
Suddenly there was an extremely comfortable massage with even force on the temples, and the fragrance on the tip of the nose became stronger and stronger. Bai Moyan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, slowly opened his eyes, turned his head slightly, and saw a pair of pearly white high heels.
"Wanwan."
His voice was mellow and hoarse, causing Su Wanwan's heart to skip a beat and breaking the original rhythm of the massage.
Bai Moyan took away Su Wanwan's hand that was resting on his temple, pulled her to sit aside, and looked at her with a straight face: "Your technique cannot be compared to even the best doctor in the rehabilitation department of our hospital."
Su Wanwan's face was quite proud, but after a moment, sadness shone brightly in her eyes.
She lowered her head slightly, crossed her palms, and sighed softly: "In the past, every time my mother got sick, her whole body was in unbearable pain. In order to relieve my mother's pain, I deliberately learned it."
Bai Moyan touched her head and his eyes became gentle: "Wanwan, you can't live a lifetime relying on memories, you have to look forward."
Seeing Bai Moyan's hand withdrawing, Su Wanwan immediately grasped it firmly with both hands, with obvious desire in her eyes.
"Brother Mo Yan, only you can give me new hope for the rest of my life."
Bai Moyan avoided her scorching gaze and pretended to open the lesson plan to prepare lessons, deliberately ignoring this problem.
"Xia Xingran doesn't like you at all. No matter in the past or now. She is just like her father. She can pretend to be all the patients in the world, but she can't see the people around her!"
Su Wanwan was furious about Bai Moyan's infatuation. After having known each other for many years, she knew better than anyone else Xia Xingran's temperament of being hot on the outside and cold on the inside.
"No. Xiao Ran was still young in the past, so she didn't understand. Now that she has grown up, she will understand." Bai Moyan defended himself aloud.
Su Wanwan sneered, handed him the functional drink she had just bought for Bai Moyan, and leaned close to Bai Moyan: "Brother Mo Yan, Xia Xingran is the most clear-cut person between love and hate. She only knows how to be grateful, not... Understand love.”
There was a flash of pain in Su Wanwan's eyes, and there were bits and pieces of light shining in her pupils, like a bottomless abyss, full of irony.
"You are too tired and your whole body is tense. You need to relax and rest." Su Wanwan patted Bai Moyan on the shoulder and walked out of the office.
After Su Wanwan left, Bai Moyan lay on the table in a rare and imageless manner. He was indeed very tired, but he only dared to relax when no one was around.
As soon as he fell asleep, he heard Bai Zhengqian's furious voice coming towards him. He immediately woke up instinctively and returned to sitting upright within a second.
Like a robot, he listened to Bai Zhengqian's angry words with a decent smile. He applauded Xia Xingran in his heart, but followed Bai Zhengqian's wishes with his mouth.
Bai Zhengqian said a lot, but he only remembered Han Chenluo. His eyes were cold, and his aura was gloomy and terrifying.
"Dad, Ma Ji is really uneasy. I think it's better for me to go over there." Xia Xingran's doubts about him were still lingering in his ears in the morning. He wasn't sure how much Xia Xingran would listen, or whether it would be better to be by her side in person. Be safe.
Bai Zhengqian walked around the office twice with his hands behind his back, and nodded: "You are right. There are too many things involved in Ma Ji's place, and Xia Xingran is smart. You can go, watch her, and then bring her back in person. ."
Bai Moyan smiled and said "Okay" softly, his black eyes burning with fire, and his restrained voice suppressed the violent possessiveness growing in his body.
"By the way, there is one more thing." Bai Zhengqian walked to the door and came back. He pointed at Bai Moyan and said, "We will go to Xia Xingran's house that night. Go check on the woman next door."
Bai Moyan hummed in confusion and looked at Bai Zhengqian in confusion.
Bai Zhengqian squinted his eyes slightly: "I suspect that the woman who assassinated Yue Haotian in the ward five years ago is not dead." He touched his chin, and his eyes became inquisitive and playful: "If she is not dead, I can never use it again. No longer under the control of Yue Haotian."
Bai Moyan paused for a moment, then slowly spoke, as stiff as wood: "I understand."
…
Han Chenluo was sleeping under the wall outside the orphanage with grass in his mouth and yawning all day long, bored and waiting for the sun to set little by little.
He licked his lips, which seemed to still contain Xia Xingran's warmth and body fragrance. He put his head on his hand and took a deep breath. He felt his heart tingling, and the smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't help but deepen a lot.
The days were getting longer and it finally got dark after Han Chenluo slept for three or four times.
With a slight leap, he climbed to the top of the wall of the orphanage. Looking around, he saw that it was empty. He jumped down lightly, used his mobile phone to see the topographic map in the window clearly, and headed towards the courtyard. The head of the office walked over cautiously.
Along the way, he found that the children in the orphanage were basically the same as Lin Qi, holding cold steamed buns and drinking cold water, swallowing them with difficulty to satisfy their hunger.
"I'm telling you, it's good to have some to eat. If it weren't for the orphanage, you wouldn't even have to eat steamed buns! So every one of you must be satisfied and know how to be grateful. Do you know, don't go out and talk nonsense, let me know Yes, I’ll give you a discount on my legs!”
In the cafeteria, there was a woman with black-rimmed glasses, holding a bamboo whip, and kept beating Lin Qi to scare the monkeys. The child below was hunched over, his eyes full of fear.
Now that evidence collection was urgent, Han Chenluo had no choice but to suppress his feelings for Lin Qi and tiptoe into the dean's office.
Through the window, he saw the little-eyed dean who had his legs crossed on the table during the day, sitting in a swivel chair, puffing away smoke with his eyes closed, and humming a Beijing opera.
Looking to the side, I saw a lot of plump-looking chicken, duck and fish on the table. Thinking about myself. Han Chenluo felt his fists trembling from the sallow-looking children he saw just now.
He walked around the orphanage and finally found the location of the fire alarm. The corners of the lips are slightly hooked, indicating that the plan comes from the heart. He found some unused waste paper, took out a lighter, lit it in the trash can and put it out.
He covered his mouth and nose and fanned the smoke toward the air outlet with his hands. The thick smoke continued to seep out, and finally the fire alarm was triggered, issuing a piercing warning sound.
Han Chenluo quickly ran back to the dean's office, and saw the small-eyed dean running out in panic. He took the opportunity to sneak in immediately, searched around on the desk, and finally found the list and amount of government subsidies.
The government obviously allocates a fixed amount of money every month, but these children do not have enough food to eat and no clothing to wear. It was obvious that the money had been embezzled.
In order to avoid alerting others, he immediately took pictures of everything with his mobile phone, then quickly escaped over the wall and headed straight for Xia Xingran's house.
…
Xia Xingran stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and stared out the window blankly, like a statue made of ice. She had received too much information in the afternoon and had not yet been able to fully digest it.
That pink notebook is actually Su Wanwan's mother's drug test reaction record book.
It turns out that Su Wanwan's mother was diagnosed with breast cancer before Su Wanwan was born. Because of Su Lichun's relationship, Xia Qingyi has been committed to the research of specific drugs for breast cancer since then.
After eighteen long years, it was finally developed. After it passed the test on white mice and rabbits, Su Wanwan's mother volunteered to test the medicine herself. Only then did the pink notebook contain the handwriting content belonging to Su Wanwan's mother.
What Xia Xingran couldn't figure out was that through Su Wanwan's mother's records, it was not difficult to see that the medicine was actually useful. But why was this medicine on the market? When Su Wanwan's mother started taking the second course of treatment, she suddenly died of poisoning.
Why on earth did my father suddenly change his prescription when he was so good? With his father's professionalism, he wouldn't know the dangers of counterfeit medicines. Is it because of money? But as far as she knew, when her parents were alive, the family's finances had always been very good, and her father was not a greedy person.
When I had a splitting headache, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. Xia Xingran didn't think much and shouted casually: "Xiao Luo, you are back."
There was no response from the visitor, only the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. Xia Xingran's heart suddenly tightened. She was worried that Han Chenluo was injured and could not speak, so she hurriedly turned around.
"Who are you?!" Standing in front of her was a completely unfamiliar man. Xia Xingran's heartbeat skipped a beat, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
The man's eyes flashed with greed, he didn't speak, and he was breathing heavily. He grabbed her arm and pushed her to the sofa, and began to tear off her clothes.
"Come here! Help! Help!" Xia Xingran shouted loudly.
The man sat on top of her, covered her mouth with his hand, grabbed the dust-proof cloth on the sofa and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Xia Xingran was so distraught that she kept waving her arms and legs and struggling desperately.
At the critical moment, a clang was heard, and the door was kicked open from the outside.
Then a tall and strong figure walked in quickly and was in front of the sofa in the blink of an eye.
The man received a punch, groaned, covered his face and held his head, and rolled heavily to the ground.
