Chapter 269

Wang Huihui quickly shook her head: "how can I do this? You are my only warmth in that home. I can't treat you like that

"Then, you can start with Yang Yi?" Wang Jiaze's black eyes emit cold light.

She pursed her lips: "I don't like Yang Yi very much, but I really didn't do anything to her. It's not me who hurt her Really not! "

"So, tell me, what's your deal with Shaomin?" Topic, again to the origin.

Wang Huihui shook her head: "there is nothing between me and Shaomin."

"Now you still have to hide it? Do you think having mental illness can make you escape sanctions? " Wang Jiaze's eyes were dim, "I'm really disappointed in you, I'm also disappointed in myself. I used to think that I would lend a helping hand to you so that we could get a little affection in this family. However, it turned out that it was all my wishful thinking. You and their eyes only saw the equity of Zhengze group, and they were only thinking about how to get some. "

Wang Huihui's mood became excited. "I don't have it, brother. I'm not really like this. I didn't participate in their plans at all. "

"What plan?"

Wang Huihui suddenly looked up and ran into Wang Jiaze's dark eyes. At that moment, she was very flustered. She reached out and clipped her hair behind her ear. She did not dare to look at him again.

Wang Jiaze subconsciously knocked on the table with his index finger, in the quiet room, Dudu, Dudu. "Shaomin is not the fourth uncle's child, you already know that?"

Wang Huihui looked shocked: "you How do you know? "

Before meeting Wang Huihui, Zhang chuning taught Wang Jiaze interrogation skills. In front of the police, Wang Huihui is not easy to show flaws, but in the face of Wang Jiaze, her vigilance will not be so high.

"By chance." When Zhang chuning said this to him, Wang Jiaze was shocked. He even thought it was impossible. But all these doubts, under Wang Huihui's rhetorical question, became a matter of certainty. "And how do you know that?"

Wang Huihui was a little flustered. Wang Jiaze sighed: "Huihui, since when have you kept so many secrets from me? I remember when you were 20 years old, you even told me what kind of boy you like

Yes, at that time, she was so simple that she was in that house and was dispensable. She studied hard to send him an e-mail with a certificate of honor. Every year, what she expected most was the years when he came back home. Only in that way could she have fun and talk. But later, he was so busy that the distance between them became more and more distant. Sometimes even if they sat together, there was nothing to talk about.

How sad it was for her. I didn't mean to hurt my face

"Who would that be?"

"I don't know. I have no memory."

Wang Jiaze asked in a deep voice: "you have, but you cover up too well. You took advantage of the fact that Wang Shaomin was not the fourth uncle's own son and planned a series of bombings with him, didn't you? "

Wang Huihui raised her eyes with a sharp light in them.

Wang Jiaze left after more than an hour, his expression is unable to hide the fatigue. The driver took him to the hospital and came to Yang Yi's ward. She was dressed in a patient's uniform, pruning the flowers in the vase. Some branches and leaves had been scattered on the glass tea table. The bright sunshine wrapped her slender body and made her look bright. The silky black hair fell down and curled up to her neck, along the curve of her white and delicate neck. It was her beautiful chin. Her lips were full of smile, as if she thought of something happy and in a good mood.

Yang Yi turns to see him standing not far away looking at himself, also do not know how long standing. "How come this time has come, and the shift has been canceled?"

Wang Jiaze walked in with long legs. Put down her scissors and hold her firmly in her arms. Yang Yi Leng Leng Leng, "what's the matter? In a bad mood? " Seeing that he didn't intend to let her go, Yang Yi raised her head slightly and looked up at him.

"No, I just miss you."

Although she is getting healthier and healthier, her parents and he are still afraid of losing her. It's a traumatic sequela. She patted him on the back placidly: "I'm fine here. The doctors said that I would be discharged soon. Don't worry

Although Yang Yi doesn't know what happened to him, it is obvious that he is in a bad mood. His mood has never been so outspoken, but at this time, he did not hide his loss. Why is he in a bad mood? Did mom and dad say something to him? Is something going on? Wang Huihui also committed suicide On second thought, it should not be. How could Zhang chuning let this happen twice.

Wang Jiaze doesn't want to say why he is in a bad mood, and Yang Yi is not reluctant, but she can pacify him. "Jiaze, would you sneak me out for dinner?"

"Do you want to go?"

"Yes, I've been stuck in the hospital for too long." Yang Yi's eyes flow out a trace of annoyance, "I want to eat hot pot, you take me to eat hot pot.""OK," he said suddenly, "no, stay in the hospital."

"No, either go to hot pot, or we'll eat our own food. After eating porridge for so long, I think I'll soon become a herbivore." Yang Yi shook his hand and said, "go!"

She is rarely so coquettish, this soft voice knock in his heart, how can Wang Jiaze not be soft hearted. "Good."

Yang Yi happily prepares to change clothes. Wang Jiaze helped to close the door of the ward and locked it. Yang Yi squatted on the side of the luggage bag brought from home, and finally found a skirt. White dress, simple and generous style, but it is a little too short, showing a large number of beautiful legs. Yang Yi stands on the edge of the hospital bed, wearing socks, a foot in the bed, at first vent more spring. Wang Jiaze came over and sat her down on the bed and took over the socks in her hands.

"Why, I can wear it myself." She said.

"You'll be dizzy when you get up later."

Many days have passed, and Wang Jiaze still feels that as long as she stays in the toilet for more than 10 minutes, she will faint.

Wang Jiaze squatted down and tucked her socks into her white feet. Her feet were thin and white, and her nails were powdered. She never, unlike other women, had her feet painted with nail polish. To help her put on her socks, he put the small white shoes under the bed on her feet.

Yang Yi said seriously: "Jiaze, I'm almost good, I'm not so fragile."

Wang Jiaze raised his eyes and looked at her. There was no expression on his handsome face. "You are far from good."