Lu Wanwan was shocked on the spot.

Her brother never allowed secretaries or assistants to come to their house, so she was not surprised to be asked to buy medicine.

What was strange was that he was buying medicine for Gu Qiaobei, who was unconscious at that.

Even when Lu Guanghan woke him up, he was still conscious. After feeding him the medicine, he soon fell asleep again.

Lu Wanwan worriedly said, "Let's send him to the hospital."

Lu Guanghan's eyes flashed, and he shook his head and said, "No need."

"Then... why is Qiaoqiao in our house?" Still in this coma, Lu Wanwan was very suspicious. Could it be that her brother was too angry yesterday and beat Gu Qiaobei half to death?

Lu Guanghan did not answer.

Lu Wanwan felt more and more that he was the one who beat Gu Qiaobei like this. Although there were no obvious scars on the exposed skin, who knew what the area covered by the clothes looked like? After all, Lu Guanghan had said before that Gu Qiaobei couldn't beat him. If he wanted to do something to Gu Qiaobei, would Gu Qiaobei be able to resist?

Lu Wanwan was very sad. After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but ask: "You didn't beat him like this, did you?"

Lu Guanghan's eyelids twitched: "How could I beat him?"

Lu Wanwan nodded: "That's right."

After a while, Lu Guanghan took Gu Qiaobei's temperature and found that he had a low fever. Lu Wanwan ran out to buy fever-reducing medicine without complaint.

The weather is cold now, so you can wrap yourself up warmly without people looking at you strangely.

After feeding Gu Qiaobei the antipyretic medicine, Lu Wanwan was not in a hurry to return to the hotel. She was worried that she would be needed in some other situation, so she stayed at home.

On the set.

Yan Shengkai stared at the direction where Lu Wanwan left for a while, then raised his legs and walked towards Jiang Mingshu.

Hotel.

Song Chi returned to the hotel and told Han Jingmo about Lu Wanwan's return home.

Han Jingmo nodded to show that he understood.

Worried that she had encountered some difficult problems, he wanted to call her to ask, but at this time he received a text message from Jiang Mingshu: Don't you want to know the truth of that year? Don't you want to know why I would rather kill you than give birth to you? Enter now.

Han Jingmo's fingers on the phone suddenly tightened, his face was calm, but a storm gathered in his eyes.

After a pause, he deleted the text message and dialed Lu Wanwan's cell phone number.

Lu Wanwan heard the ringing of his cell phone. It was him. He felt guilty. After all, he had a good relationship with Gu Qiaobei. He took two deep breaths before answering the phone: "I asked Song Chi to tell you that I have to go home for something."

"Yes, she told me." Han Jingmo's voice was extremely calm, and there was nothing unusual: "What's the matter? Can you handle it?"

"It's not a big deal." Lu Wanwan glanced at Lu Guanghan's room and lied without changing his face: "My brother is sick, and I bought him some medicine."

"Is it serious? I'll come over to help you?"

"No, no, you should rest well and don't run away."

"Then call me if you have anything."

"Yeah, I know." Lu Wanwan smiled: "Kiss you, muah."

Han Jingmo lowered his eyelashes, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily. The depressed mood just now was swept away, and he hummed lightly.

Lu Wanwan was dissatisfied: "Shouldn't you also give me a muah?"

"Okay, I'll give it to you when you come back." Han Jingmo raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Then you wash yourself clean, I'll turn over your card tonight."

"Yes, sir."

After hanging up the phone, Han Jingmo put on his coat, walked out of the hotel, and drove to Enter.

This is a high-end Western restaurant with a good environment. There is no need to worry about paparazzi following and secretly taking pictures. It's just a little distance from the crew, and it takes more than half an hour to drive there.

After arriving, I met Yan Shengkai here.

"What a coincidence." Yan Shengkai was surprised, "I came here to have dinner with my friends after filming, and I didn't expect to meet you here."

Han Jingmo nodded, walked past her and continued to walk inside to find Jiang Mingshu.

Yan Shengkai suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

"Let go." Han Jingmo frowned, his tone slightly cold.

"Sorry." Yan Shengkai let go angrily, walked to the opposite side of him, and said apologetically, "I injured my leg while filming today. I didn't stand steadily just now. I'm sorry."

Han Jingmo didn't bother to pay attention to her at all, and didn't even look at her, and continued to walk inside.

Unexpectedly, Yan Shengkai's legs suddenly softened and fell towards him.

Han Jingmo was slightly startled and immediately stepped back.

But because the two were so close, he had no time to back away. Yan Shengkai fell on him, with her hands stretched out to support his arms, and she apologized: "I'm sorry..."

Before she could finish her words, she was pushed away by Han Jingmo coldly.

Yan Shengkai took several steps back before he stood still. He looked up and found that he was looking at him with cold eyes and a gloomy and scary face.

Yan Shengkai's heart tightened and he clenched his hands in fear: "My legs suddenly hurt, I..."

"Get out of the way." Han Jingmo's voice was cold and his tone could not be contradicted.

Yan Shengkai did not dare to say anything else and immediately stepped aside.

Han Jingmo walked over without looking around and came to the seat designated by Jiang Mingshu. She was eating steak elegantly. When she saw him, she said, "You're late."

Her tone seemed to be accusing.

Han Jingmo sat down at the seat opposite and said directly, "Go ahead."

"What's the hurry?" Jiang Mingshu put down her knife and fork and wiped her mouth elegantly: "If I remember correctly, this is the first time I have dinner with you."

Han Jingmo's fingertips trembled and he remained silent.

Jiang Mingshu suddenly laughed: "It was the same last time I celebrated your birthday. You've grown up so big, but this is the first time I celebrated your birthday."

Han Jingmo looked at her coldly: "I didn't come here to listen to you say this."

"I just think it's funny." Jiang Mingshu asked back: "Don't you think so? I said it was my first time to celebrate your birthday, and the crew said it was their first time too. However, these two first times are completely different. It's really funny."

As she said this, she couldn't help but giggle, and then she said: "But to be honest, I really hate your birthday, because that day is the day when I feel the worst every year."

Han Jingmo's eyes were calm, as if these malicious words could not cause any harm to him. He tapped the table with his fingers: "If you keep talking, you will regret letting me come over."

Jiang Mingshu's eyes suddenly turned cold: "I really hate you more and more."

Han Jingmo smiled.

Jiang Mingshu took her bag, took out a photo from it and handed it to him, saying in a deep voice: "You are late, there is only this one photo."

Han Jingmo looked at the person in the photo, then looked at her again, stood up and left directly. Jiang

Mingshu frowned, picked up the red wine glass on the table angrily, and threw it directly to the ground. The glass shattered and made a crisp sound.

For a moment, the attention of the restaurant guests was attracted.

Han Jingmo turned a deaf ear to it.

He walked out of the restaurant with the photo in his hand. The cold air of early winter came from all directions. He suddenly felt that this winter seemed to be very cold.