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Chapter 170 Secret love for flowers (9)

Suddenly, there was a sound of steady footsteps, and she subconsciously looked towards the door.

The man's straight figure appeared in sight, his eyes locked on her fiercely, his handsome face was covered with blue and purple scars, reflecting the chill all over his body, it was particularly permeating.

The female doctor reluctantly hooked the corners of her lips, stood up, and asked in a steady voice: "Mr. Han, why are you here? Did you find Miss Xie?"

Han Cheng turned a deaf ear, walked towards her with long legs, and the white flowers on the table came into view, his black eyes froze for a moment, then scanned the pile of dirt and debris in the garbage basket on the ground, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Could it be that the injury on Xie Yi's foot was...

"She broke it." Han Cheng said indifferently, not in a questioning tone, but affirmative.

"Ah?" The female doctor asked back in confusion, and then noticed Han Cheng's gaze, and then realized the meaning of his words, and couldn't help thinking of Xie Yiren's emotional loss, and nodded immediately: "Yeah .”

Ms. Xie was so out of control at the time, she hasn't come out of the shadow of that year...

After getting an affirmative answer, Han Cheng's dark eyes deepened, and some fragments and words flashed through his head very quickly.

When he was in Villa Louis, Mrs. Louis told him that Shay people don’t like flowers. He remembered it in his heart, but never asked. It turned out that she was so repulsive, so repulsive that she wanted to break it with her own hands, and so repulsive that she fled regardless of her foot injury. ...

But why?Why exactly?
Layers of doubts floated in Han Cheng's heart, and suddenly a bad thought entered his mind, was it... Was it because of Mu Jianxuan again?
"What kind of flower is this?" After a long silence, Han Cheng slowly opened his lips, reached out to pick up the small white flower, lost the moisture of the soil, and the petals had shrunk a little, but there was still a faint fragrance lingering in his nostrils.

"Margaret, Margaret Flower."

The female doctor answered, glanced at Han Cheng's gloomy face, recalled the video from two years ago, and then changed the subject, "Mr. Han, you have a wound on your face, let me treat it for you."

Hearing this, Han Cheng raised his eyelids and slowly shifted his gaze to the female doctor's face. There was no way to hide that unnatural micro-expression. He raised his lips and asked in a faint voice: "You How can women not love flowers?"

"Mr. Han, nothing in the world is taken for granted. There is no reason to love, and there is no reason not to love."

There is no reason to love, and there is no reason not to love...

Han Cheng's heart shrank suddenly, and a dim stream of light flashed across his dark eyes. He was the former, and Xie Yiren was the latter. There was only one word difference between love and not love, but they were two worlds.

"Did something happen to her back then?"

Han Cheng restrained his thoughts, his eyes became cold again, there was no reason not to love, but he believed that there was a reason to reject flowers...

The female doctor's eyes hesitated, and she subconsciously looked at Margaret in Han Cheng's hand. After all, this is Miss Xie's business, she has no position to say, and people should live in the present, so why hold on to the past?

"Why? Don't want to say it?" Han Cheng chuckled, followed her gaze, and glanced at the flower in his hand, "It seems to be related to this flower, right?"

The female doctor was obviously stunned for a while, and then asked indifferently: "I don't say anything, President Han will investigate, right?"

(End of this chapter)