Chapter 27 Memory of the Hospital

"You are..." Ye Mingmei stared at the depressed Xia Houchun strangely.

"Oh, I accidentally got caught in the rain just now, ah cut--" Xia Houchun sneezed again, "I'm fine." He wiped his face randomly, and then stood very straight, trying to maintain a handsome and great image.

Is that right? Where do you work now? Ye Mingmei's shallow smile obviously noticed the details of Xia Houchun.

"I'm an agent now, and this is the artist I signed!" Xiahouchun pointed to Mu Zuoy. His voice was so loud that he couldn't wait for everyone in the hotel to hear him.

Mu Zoe glanced at Xia Houchun, who was a little guilty, and concluded that there was something fishy between him and this woman.

"Really? I didn't expect you to do this job." Ye Mingmei smiled again.

Mu Zoe felt very uncomfortable when she saw Ye Mingmei's smile. Why did she feel a little complacent?

"What about you? When did you come back?" Xiahou asked.

"I just came back last month to see a Eurasian show. I seem to have seen you walking on the stage."

"Ha ha... is that right? The Eurasian boy is shameless and wants me to be his model. They are all friends. It's a lot of effort, hehe..." Xia Houchun's face is obviously a trace of loss, but it is still strongly concealed.

The door of the elevator opened.

Mu Zoe walked into the elevator first.

"Let's go." She really didn't like Xia Houchun's inferior posture in front of that woman.

"Do you want to go up?" Xiahouchun looked at Ye Mingmei.

"I'll wait for someone. You go first and get together when you have time."

Xiahouchun nodded disappointedly and walked into the elevator, still smiling, and his eyes kept staring at the night beauty outside the elevator.

The moment the elevator was closed, Xia Houchun saw Ye Mingmei walking towards a man with an extraordinary temperament with a bright smile. Although he did not see the man's face clearly, he suddenly saw that the man was wearing a very exquisite Armani suit.

"Ah cut--" As soon as the elevator was closed, Xia Houchun immediately took off his handsome shell and curled up like a frightened hedgehog.

Muzoe made a mocking voice, "Ex-girlfriend?"

"What...what does it have to do with you? Have a good participation in your game."

Muzoy sneered. Your eyes are about to fall off. What else do you want to hide? It seems that a man has no intention of a love woman.

"But... when did I become your signing artist?"

"You are the same without signing the contract."

"Your name is Dan Ni?"

"It's Daniel, Daniel."

"Oh..." Obviously, there is a beautiful English name, why should it be called Xiahou Chun? Do you want to be an ancient general?

"Hey - I can tell you that you are not allowed to call me that name outside, only call me Xiahou. If others ask you, they will also say that they don't know, otherwise I won't let you go!" Xia Houchun pointed to Mu Zuoyi and felt that he was tortured and threatened with extortion.

"Huh... Got it." Can't you be hunted down? He said that he is 24 years old this year. Is it fake? Or does this mixed-race identity also come from plastic surgery?

Muzoe no longer said anything and was too lazy to think about it. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes to calm herself down.

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The door of the elevator.

Ye Mingmei walked to Zuo Hanyou happily.

Zuo Hanyu put his hands in his pocket and walked to the door of the elevator.

The watermelon head following Yuan Bao is also swinging rhythmically because of walking.

"Scho, thank you for your advice just now. I will definitely perform well next week." Ye Mingmei has been smiling all the time.

"I like your ability."

"Ha ha... I will definitely not disappoint the senior."

The door of the elevator opened, and Zuo Hanyu strode into the elevator.

Following him, Yuan Bao blocked Ye Mingmei, who was about to enter the elevator, outside the elevator door.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ye, our young master doesn't like to take the same elevator as others." Only he can follow the young master, and no one else can think about it.

There was a trace of embarrassment on Ye Mingmei's face. She took a look at Zuo Hanyu without any expression and smiled.

"It doesn't matter. I'll take another one." Yeming turned around and walked to another elevator.

The elevator door closed, and Zuo Hanyou looked at the Patek Philippe full diamond watch on his wrist.

"Young master, are you really not going to see your wife?"

"Do you want me to say it for the second time?"

Yuan Bao pouted, "However, you haven't been home for months. The master and wife miss you very much, especially your wife..."

Zuo Hanyou looked at Yuan Bao with indifferent eyes.

Yuan Bao quickly covered his mouth and smiled with a hippie smile, "The young master's decision is always right!" Yuan Bao's face is always so thick. From childhood to childhood, only the left family can serve the young master. But the young master's eyes can always kill people.

In a standard room of Fangyuan Island Hotel.

Mu Zoe hid in the bathroom and went out after confirming that Xia Houchun had changed his clothes in the room.

"Do you live in this room by yourself?" Xiahou asked.

"Well, the rest are two people in one room. I'm out of the rest."

"Hey... That's a good relationship." Xiahouchun lay down comfortably**.

Mu Zoe glanced at Xia Houchun, "I knew you would be like this, but don't let others find out. You can rest first. I'm going out for a while."

"Where are you going so late?" Xia Houchun sat up and shouted, "Take me!"

The rain outside has completely stopped, and there is a smell of dirt everywhere.

The Mercy Hospital on Fangyuan Island.

Mu Zoe was looking for the ward in the corridor.

Xiahouchun followed him with several big bags of nutrients. Although he was a typical follower, he was also like an obedient little follower.

The people in the hospital were attracted by this cute and beautiful boy and the tall and handsome mixed-race man, which caused a lot of peach blossoms all the way.

"It's your turn to take it." Xiahouchun complained.

"Didn't you always say that I was your artist? Take something and pick it up. Isn't it a man?"

"OK, I'll take it!" Xia Houchun blew his breath on his bangs and then gritted his teeth.

Muzoy walked in front and smiled, then stopped, "I found it."

Muzoe slowly opened the door of the ward and saw Xiaohei lying on a sick** back, next to him, a 17- or 18-year-old girl in school uniform was peeling apples.

The girl handed the peeled apple to the haggard middle-aged woman lying on the sick**.

The middle-aged woman barely squeezed out a smile on her pale face and took the apple.

The familiar smell of alcohol and the familiar white world made Muzoe's heart gradually suppress, and her eyes suddenly became a little hot...

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Mu Zoe, wearing a finely crafted princess skirt, poked her little head at the door of her mother's ward.

"Eat apples." Mu Weize handed the apple to Yi Lin, who was leaning against the sick**.

Yi Lin smiled and took over the apple.

"You can rest assured that you don't have to worry about medical expenses, and I have submitted your case to an international organization, and I believe you will have a suitable heart soon."

"Forget it, I'd better be discharged from the hospital. I know my own health. It costs a lot here every day. I'd better go home to recover." Yi Lin said worriedly.

"You don't have to worry about the money problem." Mu Weize comforted Yi Lin.

Yi Lin wanted to say something else, but she saw Mu Zoe standing at the door of the ward hesitated, so she swallowed her words into her stomach.

"Zoy... Come on in." Yi Lin's voice is very low.

Mu Zoe took a look at Mu Weize and then walked into the ward.

"Have you been very busy studying recently and don't have time to visit your mother?" Yi Lin stroked Mu Zui's little head with a smile.

"Well, mom, I got another 100 points in the exam. I will definitely visit my mother often in the future.

"Really? My Zoe is awesome! However, it's still important to study. You don't have to come to the hospital often to see your mother... Huh? Zoe's new skirt is so beautiful. Did Dad buy it for you? Yi Lin touched Mu Zui's skirt.

Mu Zoe nodded slightly.

The smile on Yi Lin's face suddenly stopped, "This skirt... seems to be a famous brand? Vize... Where did you get the money to buy such expensive clothes?

"I..." Mu Weize swallowed.

"Shouldn't you..." Yi Lin stared at Mu Weize. She seemed to have guessed something and had an ominous feeling in her heart.

Yi Lin suddenly hugged Mu Zuoy tightly in her arms for fear that others would take it away. "How can you do this?" She questioned Mu Weize.

"···" Mu Weize is thinking about what reason to use to prevaricate Yi Lin.

"Of course he can do this!" A woman's cold voice came.

Mo Li took off his sunglasses and walked into the ward. The smell of brand perfume overshadowed the alcohol smell of the hospital.

Yi Lin looked up at Mo Li in panic.

Muzoy snuggled up in her mother's arms and felt her mother's heart beating very fast, and she could clearly hear the sound of her heartbeat.

"Yi Lin, calm down, don't be excited, listen to my explanation..." Mu Weize walked to Yi Lin.

Mo Li glanced at Yuan Bo, the housekeeper behind him, "Take the young lady back!"

Mo Li deliberately said the word "Miss" very heavily.

Yuan Bo, the housekeeper, walked into the ward and forcibly took Mu Zuoy away from Yi Lin's arms.

"Mom-Dad--" Muzoe cried.

"Give me back my daughter, give it back to me!" Yi Lin ran out of bed, and her thin body almost fell to the ground. She pressed her accelerating heart, and her face suddenly turned red.

Mo Li grabbed Yi Lin's arm and said, "Let's talk."

Mu Zuoyi begged the housekeeper to let her stay with her mother. She grabbed the seat in the corridor and refused to leave. The passers-by looked at them in surprise, but no one dared to mind their own business. It seemed that this kind of crying and sad thing in the hospital was also common, let alone children.

I don't know how long the corridor has been deadlocked, and Muzoe saw many doctors rushing to her mother's ward...

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"Can we get in or not?" Xiahou Chun said behind Mu Zuoy and suddenly pulled her back to reality.