The heroine falls in love with scum [Quick Transmigration]

"Reporter Xiaoqian is holding a microphone, facing the camera, standing sideways outside Qiao's Group——

"Half a month ago, the person in charge of the Qiao Group and his wife died in a car accident, but fortunately, the daughter of the Qiao family who was also in the car at the time, Qiao Liming, was not in danger. Today, Qiao Liming's uncle, Qiao Jingting, came to Qiao's company to hold a board meeting. This move made people wonder whether the cause of death of the people in charge of Qiao's company was really as simple as an accidental car accident?

I'm reporter Xiaoqian, and I'm reporting for you.Next, Xiaoqian will lead you deep into Qiao's, interview Mr. Qiao Jingting at close range, and reveal the secrets for you one by one. ""

Lin Qingyan sat cross-legged on the floor covered with a layer of blankets, holding a bucket of instant noodles bought from a small shop downstairs in one hand, and lifted the tin foil cover with one hand, and hot air gushed out of the bucket.

Lin Qingyan picked up chopsticks and ate a simple lunch. The TV on the wooden counter five or six steps away in front of him played such a piece of entertainment information. The words "Qiao Yuming" came to her ears, and Lin Qingyan's relaxed strings immediately tensed up. She put the food in her hand aside, but picked up the overall gray-black remote control, and turned up the volume, not afraid that the sound would make her head hurt. , for fear of missing a single word.

The "Qiao Yuming" mentioned in the TV is the target of Lin Qingyan's attack this time. How could Lin Qingyan not pay attention to the news about her.

In this world, as a fresh graduate who needs to find a job, Lin Qingyan didn't focus on the various recruitment information, but focused on the entertainment news on the TV screen.

"Reporter Xiaoqian took the microphone and handed it to a man in a suit who was a head taller than her. This is the person Xiaoqian will interview today——

Qiao Jingting, the younger brother of the deceased Qiao family ruler.

"Excuse me, Mr. Qiao Jingting, is this meeting about the candidate for the new chairman of the Qiao Group?"

"Sorry, sorry I can't disclose."

Qiao Jingting was impatient with these pestering reporters, but on the surface he had a gentle expression on his face and politely refused to answer the camera. This sentence was to give an irrelevant person the most time.

While directing the cameraman, Xiaoqian followed quickly, and beside Qiao Jingting on the right, she quickly asked, "Mr. , or were you coerced by someone to not make it to the funeral?"

Qiao Jingting walked towards the meeting room with a sullen face.

Xiaoqian was not affected, and continued to exert her professional spirit, breaking through the assistant who was standing beside Qiao Jingting, "Qiao Yuming is the first heir of the Qiao Group, how is her body recovering now? Everyone is very concerned about her, Mr. Qiao Jingting, Can you give us an accurate answer?"

"Thank you for your concern. She is the only daughter left by my elder brother. As an uncle, I will take good care of her."

After Qiao Jingting winked at the assistant, he turned to leave alone.

The assistant called the security guards and blocked Xiaoqian's way, "I'm sorry, please leave first.""

Lin Qingyan pressed the power off button on the top of the remote control, and the screen that jumped to other scenes on the TV screen turned black, and the originally bright voice disappeared in an instant.

The remote control was thrown on the sofa behind her. Lin Qingyan picked up the remaining warm instant noodles and ate them in big mouthfuls. It was as loose as it was a few days ago when I came to this world.

The bucket of instant noodles was eaten clean, and there was not even a sip of soup left. Lin Qingyan got up, stomped her feet, stretched her waist, walked to the computer desk, opened the seat and sat down. Address, he didn't even show up for his parents' funeral, so it's very likely that Qiao Yuming is still convalescent in that hospital.As for the basic information about Qiao Yuming, when he first came here, he began to inquire everywhere and searched on the Internet. How could he wait until this time.

However, there is very little information about Qiao Yuming on the Internet. How can some basic information not be found for people like this who are doing nothing but have a halo in life?This situation seems to have been artificially erased. Is it because the Qiao family did not want Qiao Tongming to be exposed to the public eye for the safety of their daughter? However, as the heir of the Qiao family, how could it be possible for Qiao Tongming to hide from the public's sight all his life?

After writing down the address on the paper, Lin Qingyan simply cleaned up the residence, then left the residence empty-handed, with only enough money to reach the destination.

After half an hour—

"Excuse me, where is Qiao Liming's ward?"

Lin Qingyan stood in front of the most conspicuous consultation desk in the inpatient department of Joe's Hospital, raised her right hand and tapped on the desk to attract the guiding nurses who were sitting with their heads down and were busy doing something.

"You are..."

"I'm her new nurse. It's the first time I came here today. I accidentally lost the ward number given by the employer, so I would like to trouble you to check it."

This guide nurse is new here these days, and the senior who brought her was called by someone to deal with the matter temporarily, and she is the only one at the front desk at the moment.

Although she had heard of Qiao's name, she had only heard of it, and didn't know much about what Qiao Liming represented.

Think about it too, what is the use of ordinary people knowing these things?Hearing it casually is only a gossip.

She believed what Lin Qingyan said without thinking about it, let alone whether Lin Qingyan might be a liar, and whether she might have any bad intentions for Qiao Yuming.

She friendly checked the record sheet for Lin Qingyan, "I found it, it's No. 401 on the top floor."

Being able to know the specific ward number of Qiao Yuming in the hospital was the best result that Lin Qingyan had envisioned in her heart on the way here. She did not want to become fat in one go, which is also very impossible. She is the kind of person who wants to get close and get close.

Regarding the kindness of the nurse at the front desk, Lin Qingyan replied with a word of thanks and said goodbye to her. Since the opportunity to get close to Qiao Yuming was in front of her eyes, how could Lin Qingyan be so stupid as to go back home.

Lin Qingyan came out of the elevator and stood in the corridor on the highest floor of the building. The outside was sunny, but he never thought that the inside would be more dazzling than the sun. The resplendent facilities and the ceiling lights shining on the creamy yellow floor made the People walking on it are more eye-catching.

This should be the so-called luxury VIP ward?Sure enough, the wards are higher than ordinary wards, and only wealthy and nobles can afford it.

There was silence in the corridor, but Lin Qingyan's footsteps were unexpectedly striking.

"401", these three silver metal numbers are inlaid on the white wall above the ward door.

Lin Qingyan stood in front of the door of Ward 401, and along the way, she did not encounter any bodyguards or the like to hinder her progress.

The door was not locked inside, Lin Qingyan pushed open the door like an acquaintance visiting an old friend, and stepped in without the owner's consent.She seemed a little anxious at this moment, becoming like a love idiot who hurried on her way to a date and learned that she was late.