Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Lin Weiwei had a very long dream. He dreamed that Ji Mingyou was crying anxiously in his ear, and many people dared not approach him.

"Ji Mingyou!" Lin Weiwei didn't want to indulge in dreams anymore, opened his eyes, sat up straight immediately, grabbed the quilt and shouted.

She was rescued by Ji Mingyou, and then passed out, but Ji Mingyou was not by her side.

Lin Weiwei's hands trembled, no, she wanted to find Ji Mingyou.

Lin Weiwei looked around, he was in a clean hospital, panicked in his heart, pulled out the needle, lifted the quilt, and just touched the ground with his toes.

As soon as the nurse holding the tray came, she looked surprised, put down the tray hurriedly, stopped Lin Weiwei's movements and said, "You just woke up, you haven't checked your body yet, so you can't go anywhere."

"Stay here honestly, you're safe now, don't worry." Knowing what happened to Lin Weiwei, the nurse tidied her up again, touched her forehead, and comforted her gently.

Lin Weiwei's eyes flustered, he immediately grabbed the nurse's hands, and asked eagerly, "Where did Ji Mingyou go? The one who stayed with me, is he okay?"

The nurse smiled slightly, stretched out her hand, let Lin Weiwei lie down, and while refilling her with water, explained: "It must be that young man. He was injured a little and was going to be bandaged. He saved you."

Ji Mingyou stood outside the door, knocked on the door, with deep eyes, staring straight at the person on the bed.

"As soon as I say he will come, I won't bother you. You must have a lot to talk about." The nurse covered her mouth with a smile, picked up the tray, and walked away quickly.

Lin Weiwei leaned against the pillow, his eyes were slightly red, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said hoarsely, "It's a good thing you're fine, I thought I was dragging you down."

Lin Weiwei was startled by his own voice, put his hands on his neck, and tried to clear his throat.

"Talk less as soon as possible, and there will be an examination later, and your throat will recover slowly in the future." Ji Mingyou's eyes flashed with distress, and he walked in quickly, followed by a handsome man.

Lin Weiwei looked around with his eyes open. He had never seen this person before, so he asked in a low voice, "Who is this?"

"His name is Tang Yun. He grew up with me and is my assistant." Ji Mingyou poured a glass of warm water, stretched out his hand, and introduced it softly.

Tang Yun has fair skin, simple and elegant clothes, a smile like a spring breeze, and eyes like a pool of clear springs, which makes people relax.

With concern in his eyes, Tang Yun put down the fruit basket in his hand, stretched out his right hand, and said with a smile, "Miss Lin, it's the first time we meet, I hope you recover as soon as possible. Mr. Ji has made it clear, if you have something, you can also ask me for help."

"Hello, I'm Lin Weiwei, an employee in the store." Lin Weiwei explained simply, lowering his head slightly.

After the two shook hands, Tang Yun took out his business card and handed it over.

Lin Weiwei raised his hand in a daze, his mind was in a mess, but he still grasped the point, tilted his head in doubt and said, "Mr. Ji, what is Mr. Ji?"

Ji Mingyou's eyes were indifferent, a faint light flashed, he quickly snatched the business card, held it in his hand, and said bluntly: "He's used to calling it that way."

Lin Weiwei nodded in astonishment. Could it be that Ji Mingyou didn't want to be mentioned because of the stupid things that happened when Ji Mingyou was a child.

Lin Weiwei thought about it, and burst out laughing with a "puchi", covering his mouth, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"Hey, Lin Weiwei, what are you laughing at?" Ji Mingyou frowned, feeling that he was being ridiculed, and asked displeasedly.

Lin Weiwei suppressed a smile, shook his head, and gradually stabilized.

Tang Yun's eyes were gentle, he looked at her with a smile, stroked his chin, and thought to himself: The psychological quality is strong, and it can make Mingyou worry about it, which is pretty good.

Tang Yun took out the folder and handed over the collected information, with a serious expression, he explained clearly: "Miss Lin, I'm here to learn about the dessert shop, can you please describe it in detail?"

Tang Yun has always been rigorous and extremely efficient in his work, and has won praises from the company staff. The only downside is that he goes straight to the point.

After hearing this, the smile on Lin Weiwei's face gradually disappeared, and as he rubbed his head with a headache, his chest felt trapped and helpless again.

"I've already sent someone to collect the evidence, and the results will come out soon, so don't worry." Ji Mingyou cast a reproachful glance at Tang Yun, and said in a soft tone.

"No, I'm fine." Lin Weiwei raised his head suddenly, smiled brightly, with firm eyes, and said seriously.

She always has to solve things and throw away negative emotions, and she also wants to figure it out.

Tang Yun's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He knew why Ji Mingyou was interested in this girl.

Ji Mingyou touched her head, with inadvertent tenderness in his eyes, and said softly: "Okay, do whatever you want, don't embarrass yourself."

Lin Weiwei rubbed his eyes, and recalled carefully: "The heater in the kitchen was noisy. I concentrated on cleaning it, but it became more and more choking, but I didn't take it to heart. After I cleaned it up, my body couldn't take it anymore, and the surrounding area was already burning. .”

Every time Lin Weiwei thought of her carelessness, she felt annoyed and kept tugging at the quilt.

Tang Yun's eyes were puzzled, and his brows were furrowed. He picked up the document and scanned it: "There is no other abnormality, or ignition point."

Tang Yun pinched the information, the first thing he suspected was Lin Weiwei, and she was the most suspicious.

If there is an improper operation in the store that ignites a fire, the suspect will lie.

"No, it was all of a sudden, especially in the small room at the back of the store. The fire spread quickly." Lin Weiwei shook his head frantically, gesticulating with his hands and feet, telling the thrill of the time.

Tang Yun took a pen to record, asking for a few details from time to time, with suspicion in his eyes.

Ji Mingyou pursed his thin lips tightly, his eyes were cold, he pulled him aside, and said displeasedly: "It can't be Lin Weiwei, it's impossible if it happened by accident."

Lin Weiwei was obviously a victim, yet he was still suspected.

Ji Mingyou was absolutely sure that he did not protect Lin Weiwei well.

Ji Mingyou's eyes flashed with pain, and he couldn't forget the light in Lin Weiwei's eyes, he couldn't bear it.

"I understand, don't blame yourself too much, let's find out the truth." Tang Yun knew it in his heart, and secretly sighed at Ji Mingyou's determination. It seemed that this girl was special.

Ji Mingyou hummed, and patted Tang Yun apologetically, and the two returned to the bed as if nothing had happened.

Lin Weiwei held the water glass, and after she lost consciousness, she no longer understood what happened afterwards, and asked doubtfully, "How did we get out?"

Tang Yun packed up the materials, marked them carefully, handed a copy to Lin Weiwei, and said with a smile: "Ji Mingyou knows better this time, you can ask him, and hope to have contact in the future."

"Mr. Tang Yun, goodbye." Lin Weiwei took it obediently, flipped it casually, and said softly.

Ji Mingyou nodded, with a flash of light in his eyes, he said, "Are you leaving now?"

"Yes, there are still many things that I need to investigate, it's too strange." Tang Yun's eyes were cold, and the two accidents surrounded Ji Mingyou, and his life was in danger every time.

Tang Yun didn't dare to relax, urged his subordinates to search, and said with a smile: "If the master finds out, I'm afraid he will be furious."

Regardless of his own safety, Ji Mingyou rushed in to save others. If the Ji family knew about it, he would not be able to escape the blame.