After admitting her wrong husband, she climbed the wall overnight with her three treasures

Jiang Yi'an was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked in the direction of the door.

The bell outside the door continued to ring, but the door had been opened.

The person who opened the door was Mo Beixiao, who was told by Jiang Yi'an to "get lost" last night.

The man was carrying a large thermal bucket in his hand. As he entered the door, he pressed the hang up button on his phone: "Looking for me?"

Jiang Yi'an frowned and glanced at what he was carrying, and instantly understood the purpose of his coming here early in the morning.

He probably didn't want to visit her "ordinary friend."

It was forced by Grandpa Mo.

The thermos bucket he was carrying was the same one that Butler Bai came to her with the chicken soup cooked by Grandpa Mo yesterday.

She raised her head and glanced at Mo Beixiao lightly: "Did grandpa ask you to come over and bring me breakfast?"

The man nodded and walked to her. Just as he was about to open the thermos bucket, Jiang Yi'an held him down.

The woman curled her lips and smiled indifferently at him: "I'll do it myself, so I won't bother Mr. Mo."

After saying that, she raised her hand and grabbed the thermos bucket and grabbed it towards herself.

But Jiang Yian didn't expect that the outer wall of the thermos bucket was actually hot to the touch.

But the handle of the thermos bucket was in Mo Beixiao's hand, and she didn't want to have physical contact with him, let alone fight with him, so even though the outer wall of the thermos bucket was hot to the touch, she still didn't let go, and persistently wanted to pull the thermos bucket over. .

Feeling the woman's strength, Mo Beixiao frowned and glanced at Jiang Yi'an's red face, and then at her hands that were burned red. He finally couldn't bear to continue pulling on her and let go.

Taking the thermos bucket into her hand, Jiang Yian endured the pain and put it down. Just as she raised her hand to unscrew it, a hand reached out to help her.

She thought it was Mo Beixiao, so she frowned angrily: "I don't need your help..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the hand that came to help her.

It is a dark, rough but clean hand.

At the same time, Lao Luo's honest voice sounded next to him: "Miss Jiang, let me help you, you have an injury on your shoulder."

Jiang Yi'an was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes and smiled at Lao Luo: "Okay, thank you."

The scene in front of him made Mo Beixiao couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

He clearly saw the resistance in Jiang Yi'an's movements and expressions just now when she thought he was helping her, and the smile on her face when she knew it was this middle-aged man who was helping her. meaning.

She would rather let the gray-haired middle-aged man next to her, who is over fifty, help her instead of having any involvement or contact with him, right?

"Ms. Jiang, here it is."

Lao Luo has been taking care of his sick wife at home all year round, so he is very experienced in taking care of people.

He neatly helped Jiang Yi'an take out the small table beside the bed and put it on the shelf, opened the thermos cup, and took out the breakfast items one by one and handed them to Jiang Yi'an: "This chicken soup looks very hot. It must have been several hours."

As Lao Luo handed the chicken soup to Jiang Yi'an, he sighed quietly: "The person who cooked the chicken soup is really interested in Miss Jiang."

"It's only six o'clock in the morning. The person making chicken soup must have gotten up at three or four o'clock and started working."

As he said that, he looked at Jiang Yi'an with a little envy: "Miss Jiang is lucky."

Jiang Yian curled his lips and was about to say something, but he was afraid that Lao Luo would think that the chicken soup was from Mo Bei Xiao Ao and cause a misunderstanding, so he quickly curled his lips and smiled: "My grandpa made the chicken soup for me, and he really dotes on me." I."

Lao Luo just wanted to praise Mo Beixiao, but he blocked everything back.

He cautiously glanced in Mo Beixiao's direction.

The man looked normal and didn't seem to care about the conversation between the two of them: "You just called me."

Mo Beixiao turned around and sat on a chair beside him, crossing his legs elegantly and looking at Jiang Yi'an: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

The position where he sat was the same position where he sat after he made it clear to Jiang Yi'an last night that he wanted to be "ordinary friends".

Jiang Yi'an raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly.

Last night he was facing the light, the light was dim, and she never saw his face clearly.

I finally saw it clearly today.

It was colder and more ruthless than she imagined.

The woman sniffed, lowered her head and sipped the chicken soup, and said lightly: "The Uncle Luo next to me is the biological father of Luo Yan, the female No. 5 who was captured yesterday."

"He came to me and hoped that I could help Luo Yan, and he also hoped that he could help me."

"I promised him that I would go to the police station to visit Luo Yan later and persuade her to give her more evidence to accuse Jiang Sinuo."

As she spoke, she glanced at Mo Beixiao indifferently: "But I think the reason why Jiang Sinuo was able to make Luo Yan hesitate and dare not tell the truth must be because she had something in her hand to threaten Luo Yan. .”

"So I hope Baicheng will assign a few people to protect me to protect Uncle Luo and his wife."

After saying this, the chicken soup in Jiang Yi'an's bowl also bottomed out: "But Baicheng said that he has no right to decide the dispatch of personnel, and everything still has to be at your discretion."

"That's why I called you."

The woman put down the empty bowl of chicken soup, picked up the bun and took a bite: "Since you are already here, please do me this favor."

Mo Beixiao frowned and was silent for a while. Finally, he raised his head and glanced at Lao Luo: "How do you know Jiang Yi'an, and how did you find him here?"

Lao Luo paused for a moment before scratching his head in embarrassment: "I have been paying attention to things related to the kidnapping case since I was arrested in Luoyan yesterday."

"Until I saw the news about Miss Qin Hanshuang and you on the news... and then I saw on the news that someone had exposed all of Miss Jiang's personal information..."

"I just connected everything and thought of asking Miss Jiang for help."

"As for why I found her..."

The old man sighed: "I was watching Miss Qin's video, the background was the ward, and my wife used to be hospitalized in this hospital often, so I recognized it right away..."

"I found Miss Jiang's ward."

Mo Beixiao's eyes narrowed slightly: "Is it that simple?"

The man's cold and hawk-like eyes made Lao Luo feel a little guilty: "Of course... of course."

"But how do I remember..."

Mo Beixiao changed into a comfortable position and leaned on the chair. Although he looked at Lao Luo from the bottom up, his eyes seemed to be looking down at a person who stood much lower than him. ——

"Because that video exposed the decoration of the hospital ward, when the video flooded the Internet yesterday, I had already hidden the information about Jiang Yian's treatment in this hospital."

"I specially asked someone to delete the hospitalization news, but you found it so easily?"