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

treachery.

These four words made Mo Beixiao frown slightly.

He took a deep look at Qin Hanshuang, and the snowy night five years ago and that morning some time ago appeared in front of his eyes.

There was a hint of melancholy in the man's dark pupils: "Let's talk about this later."

"Right now, I don't want to have a too close relationship with you."

After saying that, the man turned around and walked towards Jiang Yi'an's ward.

"Are you going to find Jiang Yi'an?"

Seeing that he was leaving, Qin Hanshuang hurriedly chased after him and subconsciously held his arm: "I'll go with you."

Mo Beixiao neatly avoided the woman's grasping hand: "I can just go by myself. She probably doesn't want to see you."

Qin Hanshuang bit her lip: "But..."

"Don't you have another announcement today? Go back to the crew and film. If you need my cooperation, you can contact Bai Ming."

After leaving these words, the man raised his legs and strode towards the ward.

Qin Hanshuang frowned and quickly wanted to follow, but was stopped by Baicheng at the door: "Miss Qin."

Baicheng looked cold and serious: "Sir, you are not allowed to go in."

Qin Hanshuang frowned and glared at him: "Go away!"

Baicheng still looked indifferent: "I only listen to Mr.

"Do you know who I am?"

Qin Hanshuang was furious and stared angrily: "I will marry Bei Xiao and become the wife of the Mo family!"

"Didn't you see today's press conference?"

"Beixiao has canceled all the announcements sent by the Mo Group for my sake. This is rare in history! It shows how high my status is in his heart!"

"You have offended me now. When I marry into the Mo family in the future, I will reap the benefits from you!"

Baicheng sneered and glanced at Qin Hanshuang contemptuously: "My name is Baicheng. Miss Qin can remember my name so that she won't know who to settle the score with when she marries into the Mo family."

"but……"

The man glanced at Qin Hanshuang coldly: "No matter what the Internet says, no matter how good your relationship with your husband is."

"Sir, the wife on the marriage certificate is not you."

"That's why I can't let you pass."

"you--!"

Qin Hanshuang glared at him angrily and gritted his teeth: "Baicheng, right? I remember you!"

"After I married Bei Xiao, the first thing I did was to drive you out!"

"Wait for me!"

After saying these harsh words, Qin Hanshuang glared at Baicheng again, then turned around and got on the elevator to leave.

In the ward.

Jiang Yi'an was drawing sketches while leaning on the hospital bed.

The painting tools were specially brought over by Mi Xiaobei yesterday because she was afraid that she would be bored alone in the hospital.

She still had Bluetooth on her ears.

But the music in the headphones was not music, but the sound of Hanghang typing on the keyboard.

When they were abroad, in order to prevent Hanghang from feeling lonely in the hospital, Jiang Yian and Mianmian often talked to him on the phone while doing each other's things.

The rustling of her drawings and the clicking of Hanghang's keyboard are intertwined, which is also a rare happiness.

After finishing a design sketch, Jiang Yi'an had completely withdrawn from the mood that Mo Bei Xiao Qin Hanshuang came to find her.

She took a deep breath and raised her hand to put the finished draft on the table and draw another one, but she accidentally dropped the drawing paper on the ground.

Jiang Yi'an frowned, and just as he was about to get out of bed to pick it up, the drawing paper was picked up by a big hand with clear joints.

Looking at the big hand with clear joints, Jiang Yian frowned. While he put out the call with Hanghang, he frowned and raised his head: "Why are you back?"

Didn't he leave with Qin Hanshuang and the others?

Mo Beixiao raised his eyebrows: "After the performance is over, the team will naturally break up."

After saying that, he lowered his eyes and took a serious look at the jewelry design sketch in his hand: "Did you draw this?"

Although he didn't understand jewelry design, he could tell at a glance that this sketch was not something a novice could draw.

Jiang Yi'an stretched out his hand towards him indifferently: "Why, Mr. Mo also thinks that I am an ignorant bumpkin from the countryside?"

Mo Beixiao frowned slightly: "Did you hear everything?"

Obviously, Jiang Yi'an heard what those reporters just said and said it deliberately.

Jiang Yian curled his lips: "I'm not deaf."

"Not only did I hear what those people said, but I also heard how much Mr. Mo and Miss Qin love each other."

As she spoke, she frowned and retracted her hand that stretched out to ask Mo Beixiao for drawing paper: "If you don't want to give it back to me, just give it to me. I'll give it to you."

After saying that, she pretended that Mo Beixiao was not in the room, lowered her head and continued to draw the design.

Jiang Yi'an thought that if she said this, Mo Beixiao would directly return the manuscript to her out of face.

Unexpectedly, the tall and straight man raised the scratch paper in his hand: "It just so happened that the company recently opened a jewelry branch and plans to enter the jewelry market."

"I think this painting is pretty good, so I'll accept it first."

Jiang Yi'an raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Beixiao in astonishment: "You really accept it?"

As he spoke, the man had folded the scrap paper and put it in his coat pocket: "You said you would give it to me."

Jiang Yi'an rolled her eyes at him and didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a while, she bit her lip, looked back, and continued drawing on the paper.

Mo Beixiao stood in the distance and watched quietly.

When she was painting, every stroke and turn of her strokes was done with ease, and the drawings she drew did not even need to be modified, they were completed in one go.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't have believed that Jiang Yi'an's thin hands could be so dexterous.

She is not an uneducated country bumpkin in the eyes of others.

Feeling the man's fiery gaze, Jiang Yi'an suddenly couldn't continue painting.

She put down her brush and drawing board, raised her eyes and looked at Mo Beixiao coldly: "You've obviously finished the play, and you came back all the way just to watch me draw?"

Mo Beixiao curled his lips, turned around and sat down on a chair nearby: "What, aren't you welcome?"

"Well, you're not welcome."

Jiang Yi'an glanced at him indifferently: "Didn't Mr. Mo say that we are just ordinary friends?"

Mo Beixiao nodded: "So what?"

"Ordinary friends should keep the distance of ordinary friends. Don't get along alone when nothing happens, and don't chat alone."

After saying that, she frowned and shouted toward the door: "Baicheng!"

"Mrs."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall and straight man rushed in with a shoulder: "What are your orders?"

Jiang Yi'an pointed at Mo Beixiao: "Please help me get this gentleman out."

Baicheng was startled and glanced at Mo Beixiao subconsciously: "This..."