"Mu Qingge, you have been suspended. Due to your personal lifestyle, you are no longer suitable for being a clean and pure profession like a doctor. Please leave the hospital today for the reputation of the hospital and the mood of taking care of the patients!"

Dean Liu felt that he could no longer treat this situation rationally, and he was very angry.

When Mu Qingge left the hospital with a box in his arms, it suddenly started to rain heavily, and the rain fell heavily on her face, rinsing the blockage of her heart hard.

Does she still have the face to cry?

Yan Yuan knew that Mu Qingge had an important report speech today. He was stuck in time and waited at the hospital gate, just to have a meal with her and congratulate her on her success.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain blurred the car window. Just as Yan Yuan was about to call Mu Qingge, Mu Qingge walked out of the hospital door with a box in his arms.

The rain quickly wet her clothes, and Yan Yuan saw Mu Qingge wandering on the road like a walking corpse.

In my impression, he had never seen Mu Qingge be so embarrassed. Even last time she was bullied by a scumbag named Jiang, she fought back heavily, but now her stubborn eyes were lost, and she was walking mechanically like a soul-losing puppet.

Yan Yuan's eyes moved slightly, and a tingling pain of irritability and a needle pricking came from his heart.

"Bring her up!" The gloomy voice carried an irresistible order.

Awen ran quickly to Mu Qingge's side, and the umbrella covered all the pouring rain.

Mu Qingge followed the driver Awen into the car. Seeing Yan Yuan's handsome, cold and tough face and deep dark eyes, Mu Qingge's heart was mixed. Finally, she lowered her head and was silent, without saying a word.

Yan Yuan looked at the rain, dripped down the woman's messy curly hair onto her face, and finally slid down her fair neck, mixing in the wet clothes. She cried!

Yan Yuan took off his suit and wrapped Mu Qingge. What flashed in her swollen eyes just now? Is it alert? His scattered hair covered most of his face, and he couldn't see her expression clearly. He didn't understand why she was sad.

Awen turned on the heating in summer with a wink.

"Young Master, where are we going?" Awen did not feel hot, because the low pressure in the car made him urge to tremble.

"Pingnan Mansion." Yan Yuan said coldly.

"Are you okay?" Yan Yuan asked. He found that his voice was gentle and caring, and even a hint of undetectable tension.

Mu Qingge did not answer. She felt her head drowsy. Suddenly, everything that happened today was like a dream. If she woke up, would everything get better?

Mu Qingge held the box in her arms tightly, with only a few broken case books in it, which she picked up from the floor of the conference room. The corner of the box was pierced deeply into her delicate and fair arms, but she didn't know it at all.

Yan Yuan frowned slightly, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. He reached out to grab the box from the woman's arms and threw it out of the window.

Mu Qingge was like a wandering soul who was suddenly awakened. He looked at the arc that was rapidly drifting outside the car window in horror, and the pieces of paper that were floating gradually fell in the dim rain.

In the end, it was like her heart was smashed, broken to the ground, allowing the muddy rain to trample on it.

She exclaimed, and reached out to open the car door and rushed out.

Yan Yuan pulled her into Lin's arms, and his arms were strongly locked up her body.

"You are crazy! Have you made enough trouble?" Yan Yuan roared in a low voice, his voice full of anger.

The speeding wind hit the two of them with the cold rain.

"Let me go!" Mu Qingge struggled like crazy. But the pair of iron-pliers-like arms became tighter and tighter. "It's all you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have lost my job. You demon, you ruined my life. I hate you, you let me go!" Mu Qingge was furious and was in a state of grief.

If this man hadn't forced herself, if he hadn't recorded the audio, she wouldn't have been as unbearable and ugly as she was today.

Mu Qingge gradually felt exhausted and his head became dizzy. Finally, his eyes sank and he fell into endless darkness.

Yan Yuan looked at the woman fainting in his arms, his slender fingers tightly clenched, and a wave of sound came from the joints. His face was so cold that it could produce ice slag.

"Ouyang, you must go to Pingnan Mansion in five minutes!" Yan Yuan's low voice was as cold as the ancient well cold pond.
Chapter completed!