Chapter 341: Disqualified

As for Mr. Feng, his appearance and temperament were impeccable, but he looked too cold, like a big iceberg. When he didn't smile, his aura was even more frightening.

Even though Miss Yan was not afraid of Mr. Feng at all, she even hated him.

However, this is precisely the most fatal thing, because when a woman clearly expresses her disgust for a man, no matter how outstanding the man's appearance is, he has been ruled out.

And this is the case with Mr. Feng.

Just as I thought of this, the nurse heard footsteps.

She turned her head and looked in the direction of the voice, just in time to see Feng Jue walking out of the ward door.

He is all alone and looks quite pitiful.

The nurse couldn't help but sigh softly. There is always a loser in a love triangle.

Just as she was about to look away, her peripheral vision caught sight of a manila file bag on the locker near the ward door.

It seems to be what Mr. Feng was holding just now...

The nurse walked over curiously, picked it up, and touched it. There was a thick stack of documents inside.

So she took the things and walked over to give them to Yan Ai, "Ms. Yan, this file bag was left by Mr. Feng who just left."

He left it on purpose, probably to give it to Miss Yan.

Yan Ai took the thing handed to her by the nurse, wondering what trap Feng Jue was setting.

"Wei Zhao, I'm a little tired. Please help me back to bed." Yan Zexun said.

His legs are still a little weak.

Yang Weizhao nodded, and the nurse aunt was very considerate and replaced Yan Ai's position. Together with Yang Weizhao, she slowly helped Yan Zexun back to the hospital bed.

Only Yan Ai was left on the balcony to deal with the documents left by Feng Jue.

Yan Ai lowered her eyes and looked at the file bag. Against the backdrop of the setting sun, the color of the kraft paper seemed even darker.

She opened it and pulled out a sheaf of papers.

It seems to be survey information.

Yan Ai looked at them one by one.

The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

What does Feng Jue mean?

Yan Ai was a little confused.

Could it be that this man wants to push his right-hand man out to take the blame?

After all, the police are now involved in the investigation, and Officer Chi, whom she knows, is there to help, so Feng Jue decided to take the risk and turn the passive situation into the active one?

Rather than being caught by the police and having no way to defend himself, it would be better for him to kill his relatives for the sake of justice. Maybe he can really clear himself of the matter.

Yan Ai sneered inwardly. Now that she had the information in her hands, there was no way she was going to let Feng Jue deny himself of the matter!

On the bedside, although Yang Weizhao was beside Yan Zexun, his eyes always fell on the balcony.

Seeing this, Yan Zexun smiled and said, "Tomorrow is Saturday. If you are free, you can take Xiao Ai out for a walk. She stays at home all day writing novels and lacks exercise."

Hearing this, Yang Weizhao turned his gaze back and nodded, "Okay."

Seeing that the two of them got along so harmoniously, Yan Zexun felt happy and his spirits improved a lot.

However, I wonder if Yang Weizhao knows about the relationship between his daughter and Feng Jue?

After all, my daughter had signed a confidentiality agreement at Feng Jue's request.

Yan Zexun felt uncomfortable whenever he thought of that thing, which was one of the reasons why he had never had a good impression of Feng Jue.

Mr. Feng, who was disliked by his ex-father-in-law, did not return to the hotel after leaving the hospital, but went back to the company.

He needs to work. He needs to numb himself with work to make himself feel better.

Just now in the hospital, Yan Zexun's attitude was very clear. He wanted to match Yan Ai with the young man named "Wei Zhao".

Feng Jue had seen that man once before, on the top of the mountain. He was standing behind Yan Ai at the time, and he was the first to notice him. And that look...

Feng Jue gripped the steering wheel so hard that the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, but the harder he gripped, the weaker he felt in his heart.