Rebirth of the hidden marriage queen

Chapter 88 Another soul lives in your body

The air suddenly froze, and the aura surrounding it was oppressive and cold.

Mo Han's double pupils were as dark as an abyss, and his brows were serious.

After pondering for a long time, he ordered in a deep voice: "First, immediately send someone to call up all the surveillance videos near the public telephone hall in Nanwan District. The time is locked at around 09:30 last night. Anyone who has used a public telephone in Nanwan District Women, pull out all the personal background information and find out the most suspicious people who have been in contact with Chu Yang. Second, call Gu Yuan and ask him to come to the hospital."

Li Chong wrote it down one by one, and he didn't dare to be negligent, so he quickly responded.

"Alright President Mo, I'll do it now."

Mo Han didn't answer him, Li Chong bowed respectfully, then turned and walked out of the room.

Left alone in this quiet space, Mo Han's eyes flickered, staring at the warm sunlight outside the window, and remained silent.

No one knew what he was thinking, his handsome brows were even more cloudy due to the complicated thoughts.

Ten minutes later, he propped up his still weak body, slowly got up and walked out of the room.

The ward next door is Chu Yang.

He pushed open the door of the next ward and stepped into the room lightly.

Under the white quilt, her thin and thin face was exposed.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep, but her brows were furrowed.

She didn't know what kind of nightmare she was having, beads of sweat dripped from the corners of her forehead, she bit her lips with her snow-white teeth, and tightly clenched the quilt with her hands hidden under the quilt.

His expression was painful and restless, and his body was twisting non-stop.

Mo Han trembled, endured the pain in his body, knelt down on one knee, clung to the side of the bed with his arms, and grabbed her fingers that were tightly gripping the quilt.

Due to too much force, her white and slender fingers had already turned white.

Slowly, she opened her fingers one by one and put them into his big palm.

Suddenly, the woman who closed her eyes slowly shook her head with a painful and desperate expression.

"Mo Han, I hate you..." Her voice was hoarse, helpless and desperate, and she murmured with deep hatred.

A small face the size of a palm was pale and haggard, like a broken porcelain doll, fragile and vulnerable.

At this time, she didn't have a trace of her usual indifference and fierceness.

The helplessness and panic, the despair of struggling in his sleep, tightened his heart little by little.

He was startled and in pain, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and there was a gloomy and painful look between his brows and eyes.

Holding the palm of her hand, he slowly tightened his strength.

"Chuyang, why do you hate me so much? Even in your sleep, you don't forget this hatred?"

"Hate, hate you..."

She murmured unconsciously, lightly teasing his heart, teasing the pain hidden in the depths.

With the other hand trembling, he gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, his brows and eyes stared at her for a long time.

The palms patted her body lightly, as gently as coaxing a child.

He didn't slowly withdraw his hand until her emotions were no longer violent, until she recovered a peaceful sleep.

Holding her hand tightly and resting it on his forehead, he asked in a low voice: "When you woke up more than two years ago, you suddenly changed your appearance. You looked at my eyes with strange hatred and even disgust. It seems that the once Chuyang disappeared, and another soul lived in your body. Why did you hide from me like a plague, and why did you hate me so much? Now, the pain and despair you experience in your sleep are all for the sake of What? Why did you change, Ye Chuyang who loved me wholeheartedly, why disappeared? Where did she go, and where did you come from? "

(End of this chapter)