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At this moment, in the hospital corridor, Yin Liting was stunned for a long time as he moved his phone closer and further away, and finally looked at the screen that had returned to the main interface:

He just asked to remove the trigger, so why did she get angry?

At this time, the nurse's voice came:

"Mr. Yin, the patient is awake."

After hanging up the phone, he walked back. Just as he reached the door of the ward, he saw Jiang Tuo walking out and closing the door behind him:

"It's okay. She's just a little weak now. I gave her a sleeping pill and she fell asleep."

The two exchanged glances and then went to Jiang Tuo's office.

"How is she? Is she serious?"

"As always, if this disease is well controlled, it generally won't get worse. However, if it occurs frequently and is not treated in time, it can easily cause brain damage, and the consequences are still uncontrollable."

After making coffee for both of them, Jiang Tuo said:

"In fact, given her condition, the fact that she has someone by her side and has experience, these two episodes were a bit frequent. Today's situation could have been avoided."

Handing her a cup of coffee, Jiang Tuo sighed and shook his head:

"Maybe I just wanted to stay with you for a while longer, but I was forcing myself to hold it in. The discomfort induced by smells like this usually has to reach a certain concentration or be quite irritating."

"You sprayed perfume in your car before, and it should have evaporated after more than ten days. It shouldn't have happened."

"Hey, brother, a doctor is like a parent. Although this illness is not her fault and I sympathize with her, from your brother's perspective, I still hope you are well—"

Patting him on the shoulder, Jiang Tuo shrugged:

"Don't get too deep."

It's not that he has any prejudice against Zhu Nianqing's face, but in her situation, even the gods can't help her. If he is not careful, it will be like another knife stabbing him in the heart.

If the same old thing happened again, could he really get through it?

Jiang Tuo didn't dare to think about it.

Yin Liting actually didn't listen to the rest of the conversation. His mind was full of thoughts about what he said about the situation in the car and Zhu Nianqing's abnormal illness. A trace of doubt flashed through his mind again:

What exactly is the smell that can make Zhu Nianqing sick?

Why didn't he feel anything?

And last time, Yu Qingluo said there was a pungent smell of smoke in his car, but how come he didn’t smell it?

Stirring the coffee, Yin Liting lowered his head and took a deep sniff:

The aroma of mellow coffee, his nose is fine.

What is going on?

When the doctor asked him just now, all he could think of was that Yu Qingluo had recently sprayed perfume in the car.

By the way, that day was Zhu Nianqing’s birthday according to the Gregorian calendar. They had met and had dinner together. He would spend this day with her every year, because on her actual lunar birthday, she would usually go home to be with her parents and family.

Zhu Nianqing could also smell a fragrance on her body. He wasn't sure if it was perfume or natural, but it seemed more obvious than the faint milky scent on Yu Qingluo that could only be smelled when one got close.

When he reminded the driver afterwards that day, the driver explained that he had never smoked near a car before and would be more careful next time, and he immediately drove the car out to ventilate it.

Yin Liting suddenly realized:

Maybe it wasn't the smell of cigarettes at all, and the woman must have smelled something that made her stay in the back seat instead of getting in the passenger seat! Was her temper not simply because she was upset at home?

No wonder I felt so awkward that night. I was full of thorns and wouldn’t let him touch me!

He knew that Yu Qingluo sprayed perfume on purpose, but what about Zhu Nianqing? How could an epileptic patient like her leave such a noticeable scent?

And today, was it just an accident or did she do it on purpose?

In the end, Yin Liting didn't have time to think about it. He didn't even finish his coffee. He answered a phone call and hurriedly left the hospital.

……

On this day, Yu Qingluo had dinner outside and walked around for a long time. When he returned home, he released someone and was ready to fight and break up.

However, when I opened the door, the room was still semi-dark.

He didn't come back?

When she remembered what he said about the woman having an epileptic seizure and that he might still be taking care of his mistress, Yu Qingluo's half-drooped body suddenly straightened up, and with a lift of her foot, she swung her high heels two meters away.

Hemp egg!

He is biased towards the mistress and he thinks he is right. It's not like she cheated on him, so why should she feel guilty?

Just scold him.

Pulling off the rubber band on his head, Yu Qingluo walked in barefoot.

Just as Yin Liting transferred the contract from the safe into the briefcase in the study, he heard a "bang" sound. He walked out and saw this scene: Yu Qingluo had disheveled hair, a jacket tucked under her armpit, her shirt pulled out of her skirt, her black hip skirt twisted on her body, and the zipper was half open. Her miserable appearance was unbearable to look at, but it made people unable to help but imagine something impure.

Their eyes met and they were both startled.

"Ah, you're here, why don't you turn on the light?"

With a scream, Yu Qingluo straightened her clothes, zipped up her skirt, jumped up and down, and bent over to pick up the shoes that were thrown halfway. She was busy running around the hall like a headless fly.

Holding his forehead, Yin Liting's gaze followed him unconsciously:

He is either busy in the study or packing in the bedroom, so why is he turning on the light in the living room?

Without saying much, he looked at his watch, turned around and went back to the bedroom, and pulled out a suitcase:

"Go to Germany and catch a plane."

When Yu Qingluo came back to her senses, the person was no longer in the room. She stared blankly at the door that had already been closed. She was still a little confused:

that's it?

She checked the door again and then returned to her room in a daze.

As soon as he entered the cloakroom, Yu Qingluo's head buzzed and he almost exploded on the spot.

I saw a pile of men's clothes thrown on the sofa, which was always clean. Black and white clothes were tangled together and messy. There was also a piece of white paper stuck on it with a few big words written on it:

[If it's dirty, wash it well]

It's obvious that Yin Liting did this on purpose.

With his fussy personality, he would never throw new clothes in the cloakroom like this, let alone clothes to be washed? Moreover, there were two piles of socks on the floor. You know, unless there are special circumstances, someone's socks are never worn a second time.

After walking around in a circle, Yu Qingluo felt so upset that he wanted to ignore it or just throw it away. But after walking back and forth twice, he still couldn't stand the unsightly pile. He was not a wasteful person at heart, so in the end, he could only resign himself to his fate and walked over to sort them out one by one.

asshole!

Do you need to change your socks when you come back late at night to change your luggage?

Cursing, she cleaned up the clothes, both by hand and dry cleaning, until late at night. In the car, Yin Liting crossed his legs from time to time, with a smile on his face.

……

That day, in the office, while sorting out quarterly documents with her colleagues, Yu Qingluo heard her cell phone vibrating again. She picked up the phone and saw the word "Chu Chu" on it. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Yin Ruochu?

Why would she call her?