Chapter 1217 Let's talk about split personalities, Celebrity 105



"Happy birthday."

In the silent corridor, Rong Shang saw that he was silent, so she smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"How can I be happy that you're injured?" Nan Qiyu glanced at her sideways, his thin lips pursed.

A gloomy and unhappy mood enveloped him.

Rong Chang's gaze paused.

"Feel sorry."

After a few seconds of silence, she said this.

But as soon as he said that, he turned and hugged her.

They embraced tightly, she smelled the faint scent of his perfume and listened to his strong, pounding heartbeat.

"Promise me." Nan Qiyu tightened her arms around him. "Will you tell me where you're going in the future?"

He won't restrict her freedom, but if anything happens to her...

"Okay." Rong Shang knew what he was worried about, so she nodded obediently and hugged him back. "It won't happen again."

"If you keep doing this, then you can punish me, little birthday girl." His tone was full of affection.

Upon hearing this, Nan Qiyu's lips unconsciously curled up, but he still snorted, "You always say that."

But he still foolishly believed it.

You could tell that he was in a slightly better mood.

Rong Shang brought up the birthday party later, but he didn't say a word, only tightened his grip on her waist.

The force was so strong it seemed to break her waist.

"No matter how good things are, nothing brings me the same happiness as having you by my side."

Even if we do nothing, even if we just hold each other quietly.

The hospital has a strong smell of disinfectant, and Nan Qiyu doesn't know if she can stand it.

Not daring to linger, he took her hand and prepared to leave the hospital.

But when his gaze fell on her injured arm wrapped in white gauze, a chill ran through him.

"From now on, let me do everything."

Whatever it is.

If you're going to settle scores with Cheng Siyang and Tong Yilin, please include him in the score as well.

He really couldn't bear to see her suffer.

I feel sorry for her; whatever I say is because I feel sorry for her.

Rong Chang understands everything.

*

At 10:40, Nan Qiyu took Rong Shang back to the Four Seasons Hotel by taxi, ready to drive their own car home.

But at that time, a police car was parked in front of the hotel.

As soon as Rong Shang got out of the taxi, a police officer in uniform immediately approached her. "Ms. Ye, someone has reported that you are suspected of intentional assault. We need your cooperation in our investigation."

Rong Shang nodded, her gaze slowly falling on the manager standing at the door.

The other person was still talking about what they had just seen on the surveillance camera when they suddenly met Rong Shang's ambiguous smile. They were stunned for a moment, and then their expression turned panicked.

Oh.

Rong Chang gave a cold laugh.

When she turned around again, Nan Qiyu had already reached out to block her.

At this moment, he stood up for her with a stern face, saying, "I don't believe this was a one-sided intentional act of harm."

Holding up Rong Chang's injured hand, Nan Qiyu continued, "She was injured too."

"The hotel is so big, if possible, please check the surveillance footage. It will be clear at a glance who is right and who is wrong."

Shouldn't everything be based on evidence?

It is not true that whoever reports the crime first is the victim.

But this one sentence really hit the nail on the head.

Because the security cameras throughout the hotel were broken.

Forget about evidence, we can't even find a trace of them now.

It's really strange, but it's happened three times in the last month or two, on and off.

How did the surveillance camera suddenly break down?

While the argument was still going on, Rong Shang overheard Manager Wang whispering to the police officer in front of him, "That woman has superpowers; she must have tampered with the surveillance cameras."

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