On the day of divorce, my ex-husband begged me to get back together.

Chapter 502 Old Injury
Although Cheng Yuntong's wrist was bandaged with gauze, there were two or three obvious scars outside the gauze. Both Mrs. Bell and Jian Chu saw it when they were in the ward just now.

At this moment, after Mrs. Bell asked, everyone's expressions were also inconsistent.

Doctor: "Miss Cheng's scar is an old injury."

old injury?

He Qin's face was cold, and he did not respond to this question. He just said: "Mrs. Bell, Mrs. Qi, Mr. Qi, thank you for coming to visit Yuntong today. I will treat you to dinner after she recovers and is discharged from the hospital."

The answer that tactfully avoided the question also reminded the three of them that they could leave.

Mrs. Bell expressed her concern again, then looked at Qi Boyan and Jian Chu and said, "Since Yuntong needs to rest, shall we leave first?"

Jian Chu nodded and said yes.

Qi Boyan looked at Jian Chu and said, "Let Yao Cen accompany you down first, I'll be back soon."

Jian Chu glanced at him without saying anything, then took Mrs. Bell's arm and left.

She thought Qi Boyan probably had something to say to He Qin, right?
After the two of them left, He Qin glanced at Qi Boyan indifferently: "Is there anything else Mr. Qi wants to say?"

Qi Baiyan said quietly: "If Mr. He needs anything in the future, please contact Yao Cen directly. He will fully cooperate with Mr. He."

"Thank you, Mr. Qi, for your kindness. I won't be polite if you need me." He Qin then looked at Qi Baiyan meaningfully and asked, "Isn't Mr. Qi curious about the reason for those old scars?"

Qi Boyan stared at He Qin with a gentle face. He squinted his eyes slightly, his brows were also warm and indifferent, and there was no extra emotion in his voice. There was no wave in his voice: "This is Mr. He's business. After all, you are Mrs. He. s husband."

"That's what Mr. Qi said, so what else can Mr. Qi do?"

He Qin just smiled.

Qi Boyan narrowed his eyes and looked at him calmly: "Mrs. He is not in a good mood. The doctor has just warned her, so Mr. He had better not stimulate her to avoid backfire."

He Qin smiled lightly: "Thank you, Mr. Qi, for caring about my wife. I will pay attention to it."

The topic ended here. After Qi Boyan left, He Qin stood in the corridor for a long time without moving.

He curled his lips and revealed a sneer. Qi Boyan's words just now must have come from the conversation between him and Cheng Yuntong in the ward.

So this is a reminder to him?

Ah.

Leave the hospital.

Mrs. Bell couldn't help but ask: "The relationship between He Qin and Yun Tong seems not as loving as they usually show?"

Jian Chu sat next to Mrs. Bell, and she could clearly see the doubts sliding across Mrs. Bell's face.

Yao Cen drove the car seriously and naturally would not express any opinions.

Qi Boyan was silent for a few seconds before speaking quietly: "There will probably be some conflicts and disputes between husband and wife. Mr. He and Mrs. He should be able to handle it."

Mrs. Bell: "I don't care about their relationship as husband and wife. I just don't want to be deceived. No one can participate in the good or bad relationship. But I expressed my intention before this project started. Since they joined after recognizing my conditions, It means respecting my conditions. If their apparent harmony is just to show me, then that would be a bit bullying, right?"

Mrs. Bell's words also made Jian Chu's cheeks feel hot as if she had been slapped in the face. She pursed her lips tightly without any response.

Qi Boyan also looked at Jian Chu in the back seat through the rearview mirror. His deep eyes seemed to reassure her not to be nervous and worried, and that he would handle everything.

Qi Baiyan said: "Mrs. Bell, sometimes what you hear may not necessarily mean what you believe. If you want to find out, why don't you ask them directly after Mrs. He recovers?"

Mrs. Bell sighed: "That's all we have now, but I hope it's just a misunderstanding. After all, we've become familiar with each other after getting along."

After saying that, Mrs. Bell took the initiative to hold Jian Chu's hand. She was smiling and her eyes showed her love for Jian Chu. She said, "You and Boyan are more real."

Jian Chu's face froze and he just smiled in apology.

Mrs. Bell sighed: "I originally planned to invite you to go fishing together, but now it seems that it has to be scrapped again." "No, you can go after Manager Cheng recovers."

"Well, it seems that's the only thing that can be done now." Mrs. Bell added: "Tuantuan has grown up a lot recently, right? I miss him very much."

"I'll take you to meet him when I have time," Jian Chu said.

Mrs. Bell nodded in agreement, the joy on her face coming from the bottom of her heart.

We chatted all the way to the hotel.

After watching Mrs. Bell walk into the hotel door, Qi Boyan got out of the car and sat in the back seat and told Yao Cen to drive.

Yao Cen asked: "Mr. Qi, should you send your wife back first or go back to the Qi family first?"

Before Qi Baiyan could speak, Jian Chu said first, "I'm going to the company."

Yao Cen nodded in agreement, then stepped on the accelerator.

The atmosphere also became quiet. There was a gap between the two people sitting in the back seat. Jian Chu turned his head and looked out the window, but he couldn't help but think of Cheng Yuntong in the hospital.

The marks on Cheng Yuntong's hands were so clear. Although they were scarred, the marks were very clear.

Jian Chu actually had a question in his mind. Qi Boyan must be worried about her, right?

She didn't ask, she just pursed her lips to control the thoughts that continued to spread.

Qi Boyan's voice also broke the silence at this time, and he asked: "What are you thinking about?"

Mrs. Bell had been quiet and silent since she got out of the car.

Jian Chu: "No."

As soon as she said her answer, Qi Boyan's hand suddenly grasped her hand on her knee and said in a low voice: "Are you worried about what Mrs. Bell just said?"

Jian Chu frowned and looked back at Qi Boyan. She struggled to free her hand and said, "No."

Qi Baiyan refused to let go, so she had no way to pull out, but her face turned extremely ugly and she said indifferently: "If you have anything to say, just say it directly, don't use this method, okay?"

Qi Baiyan: "You don't want to hold hands?"

His voice was low and hoarse, and seemed a little aggrieved.

Jian Chu's brows furrowed even more tightly, and his voice was as indifferent as water: "Do you think it's appropriate for divorced ex-couples like us to do such an intimate act?"

"Can't a divorced ex-couple have another chance to be intimate again?" He stared at her, his deep eyes revealing a bit of confusion that was hard to see through.

Jian Chu stared at him blankly, silently looking at his eyes that seemed to be able to confuse people. What did he mean by this?
What is he trying to express?
Jian Chu thought deeply. The familiar handsome face in front of her made her fall into deep thought, but she came back to her senses the next second.

She didn't want to continue this topic, and she didn't need another chance.

She squinted her eyes slightly and said with indifference: "Cheng Yuntong committed suicide many times? Aren't you curious about what caused it?"

Qi Boyan's grip on her hand relaxed slightly, and Jian Chu took the opportunity to struggle open the handle and put it on the other side. If possible, she could not wait to sit directly in the passenger seat.

Her actions made Qi Boyan feel helpless in his eyes. With his handsome facial features and expression, he said in a low voice: "There is nothing to be curious about. This is a matter that her husband He Qin should take care of and has nothing to do with us."

"Didn't you hear what He Qin said in the ward? Mrs. Bell doesn't know who it is, don't you know it too?"

Jian Chu turned to stare at him, his eyes filled with warmth and indifference, unable to see any other emotions.

Qi Boyan frowned and looked a little unhappy: "So you want me to admit that she committed suicide because of me?"

(End of this chapter)