Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

"Your father did not commit suicide. He was pushed downstairs by someone. You also know that person, his name is Xie Yongping."

When Ning Yue said this, she paused and continued:

"Before I returned to China, I asked someone to investigate this matter. After the investigation, I discovered that Xie Yongping had done a lot of shameful things in your father's name over the years, including the life-threatening lawsuit that caused the Yuan family to go bankrupt."

"Soon your father found out about him. On the day of the incident, Xie Yongping invited your father to the rooftop of the company, pushed him downstairs while he was not paying attention, and pretended to commit suicide."

"I have handed over these evidences to the police, but the man ran away and the arrest warrant has just been issued. I believe he will be brought to justice soon."

When Ning Yue finished speaking these words, her eyes were fixed on the girl with a face as white as snow.

She was quiet from beginning to end, without any emotion. There was obviously noisy excitement everywhere, but in their place, the air seemed to be stagnant.

The afternoon sun was warm and bright, but Aning couldn't feel any temperature.

She sat there numbly, her face remained calm without any fluctuation, her eyes were open, and tears fell silently from her face without making any sound.

No wonder Xie Yongping was so kind to her. It turned out that he was the murderer who caused Yuan's family to go bankrupt and killed Yuan's father.

And she still trusted him so much before...

Ning Yue felt very uncomfortable when she saw this. She ignored the gap between them and stepped forward to hug her, patting her back gently with her hand to comfort her silently.

Aning didn't push her away and let her hold her, because she was so cold now, so cold.

Her chest seemed to be severely suppressed by a huge boulder. She could not calm herself down, her throat was sore and her tears could not stop flowing down.

The only thought that flashed through her mind was that she wanted to see Xie Xinghe.

Want it so so much.

While driving, Ning Yue carefully asked Aning about her future plans.

At first she really wanted to take people abroad, but after two days of careful consideration, she completely gave up the idea.

Over the years, she has not fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother, and the two of them have no relationship. She appeared rashly and selfishly wanted to take her to a strange country. Even if it were her, she would probably refuse directly.

"I want to go back to Rongcheng to meet someone."

Aning sat in the back seat with his head lowered, and the screen of his mobile phone seemed to be a dialogue with Xie Xinghe.

The most recent message she sent was sent to him when she left Beijing Dance School. Four hours had passed since then.

He didn't reply.

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

Ning Yue couldn't turn around while driving, so she could only observe Aning's face in the front view mirror.

She probably knew who An Ning was meeting back in Rongcheng. When she first returned to China, she hired a private detective to investigate An Ning's whereabouts. She knew that An Ning was living a good life in Rongcheng.

It's just that the relationship between the young man named Xie Xinghe and the two of them seems extraordinary.

Aning lowered his eyes, stared at the phone screen and wrote lightly: "No need."

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It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when we arrived in Rongcheng. An Ning called Xie Xinghe just after getting off the plane, but no one answered and no message was returned.

She panicked.

After hanging up the phone, Aning went straight to the main road after exiting the station. The airport was in a remote location, and there were very few people at this point. The street lights were dim and could barely illuminate the road underfoot.

There are almost no vehicles going to Rongcheng during this time period, but there are quite a few unlicensed vehicles, but there is no safety guarantee.

But now Aning couldn't care so much. When she walked to a black car, she knocked on the window. The window was lowered, and a middle-aged man appeared in sight.

Aning bravely asked: "Go to Rongcheng?"

"Leave for 200." The middle-aged man stared at her and lowered his head to look at his phone.

"Row."

Seeing that he was so happy, the middle-aged man opened the car door, and Aning climbed in with the suitcase.

Aning has a strong sense of precaution. She did not forget what Xie Xinghe said to her, so she opened the navigation before getting in the car and also sent a message to Xie Xinghe.

Fortunately, nothing happened along the way.

After getting off the bus, Aning breathed a sigh of relief. At this point, the whole street was empty. Aning dragged her suitcase and walked quickly. When she returned to the familiar doorway, her tense nerves relaxed a little.

She took out the key from her bag and opened the door. The room was dark. She reached out and touched the light switch on the wall.

The light illuminated every corner of the room. Aning threw her bag on the ground and tiptoed to the door of Xie Xinghe's room. She knocked gently on the door and then turned the door handle.

As soon as the door opened, the light from the living room came in. Aning looked in and saw that there was no one in the room.

Aning frowned, aren't you here?

It's so late, where can I go?

He didn't answer calls or text messages. Could it be that something happened?

The more she thought about Aning, the more anxious she became. Just when she was still confused and blindly anxious, she suddenly thought of someone.

wheat.

And the moment she dialed his phone, Aning was really stunned by her stupidity. She should have asked Maizi when Xie Xinghe didn't answer the phone.

Sure enough, people can't think randomly, otherwise their brains will not work well.

"Brother Xing is in the hospital, didn't he tell you?" Maizi's voice was loud. He was probably playing games in an Internet cafe, so the surrounding sounds were very noisy, and from time to time there were a few whispers of curses.

"Why is he in the hospital? Is he sick or injured? Which hospital is he in?" As soon as Aning heard the word hospital, his brain tightened uncontrollably and he asked a series of questions.

"It's not that he is sick, it's Grandma Xie who is sick. Brother Xing is accompanying him in the hospital. I'm going to ask, does this assassin know how to play? Are you here to arrest him? They are in the county hospital. I won't talk about Yuan Ning for now. Ranking." Maizi was in full swing playing games at the moment and didn't notice something was wrong in Aning's tone.

It wasn't until the game was over that Maizi realized, how did Brother Xing become her boyfriend? Didn't he tell others where he went?

Aning was so anxious that she forgot to ask Maizi which ward Grandma Xie was hospitalized in.

After arriving at the hospital, she spent some time and ran through several wards before finding the ward where Grandma Xie was. She gently opened the ward door and walked in quietly.

The ward was not spacious. There were three beds, each separated by curtains. Grandma Xie was on the innermost bed.

The old man's eyes were tightly closed, and the sides of his cheeks were severely sunken. Various instruments were scattered around the bed. His breathing was weak, and the whole person looked lifeless.

Why was the person who had boiled red eggs for her a few days ago and told her to cheer for the exam with a smile, now lying on the hospital bed?

Aning sat on the edge of the bed and tucked Grandma Xie into bed. Looking back on what happened today, she suddenly remembered that she wanted to see Xie Xinghe so much.

But what should I say when I see him?

People are always particularly vulnerable at night. Aning felt as if something had poked him at the tip of his heart, and the pain suddenly spread throughout his body, making him sad for no reason.

She closed her eyes, confused and at a loss.

After a while, Xie Xinghe walked in from outside.

The light in the ward was dim, but it did not prevent him from seeing people. When he walked to the end of the bed, he saw some drowsy girls beside Grandma Xie's bed, supporting her head with her hands.

Xie Xinghe's eyelashes fluttered slightly and he walked next to her. It was obvious that he hadn't seen her for a few days, but it seemed like years had passed.

Just when he was about to reach out and touch her head, he seemed to remember something. His hand was half-hanging in the air, and then he held it tightly, just at the moment he was about to take back his hand.

The girl raised her head as if she had just woken up from a dream, her eyes blurred. After taking a closer look at the man's face, she opened her mouth, and all the grievances she felt today poured out: "Xie Xinghe..."

She felt aggrieved.

This is what Xie Xinghe is thinking now.

"I'm sorry," he said.

The ward is full of sleeping patients, so it's hard for them to speak too much as it will disturb others.

Xie Xinghe was afraid that Grandma Xie would be anxious if she didn't see anyone after she woke up, so after explaining it to the nurse, she took Aning to the small pavilion downstairs in the inpatient department.

The December night was very cold. Even the moon was shivering behind the clouds. The cold wind howled by. Aning gritted his teeth and shuddered.

She was taking exams indoors today, so she wore very little. In addition to the strong sun in Beijing, she only wore a black coat over a sweater, so she didn't feel cold at all.

I didn't feel anything when I came to the hospital before, but it was suddenly very cold now.

As soon as Aning exhaled a breath of hot breath onto her hands, her hands were wrapped in a pair of warm, slightly calloused palms. She raised her eyes and stared at the handsome young man in front of her, her nose feeling sour.

Then I heard his hoarse voice saying: "Aning, I'm sorry, you should go back to the capital."

He knew that his father was the murderer of her father, and it was his family that made her homeless.

They were not from the same world. If it weren't for his so-called father, there wouldn't even be any intersection between them.

It's just that he was lucky to meet such a beautiful woman at this age, and even had her for a short time, and just like that, he was very satisfied.

How could the son of a murderer be worthy of such a dazzling young lady?