I suppose only dragon at would get him to cook personally, right?
Before Jun Mochan could answer, Ye Ranran answered for him: "Sweet dumplings."
The familiar voice made Shen Yuzhe look behind Jun Mochan, and when he saw Ye Ranran, he ran over: "You, you, you..."
"Do you recognize ?" Ye Ranran looked at him curiously.
"You’ve had your face changed." Shen Yuzhe stretched out his finger, lifted her chin, and carefully examined her face, quickly concluding.
"How did you figure it out? Are you a doctor?" Ye Ranran candidly admitted it.
If everyone else could see it, there was no point in her hiding it.
"Weren’t you just hit by a bullet initially? Why change your face?" Jun Mochan asked with slight curiosity.
"I don’t know, Tang Sheng said I fell on my face and it got ruined, so he gave a new one. It’s not much different from my previous one, so I didn’t find it uncomfortable."
These things should not be casually told to others, but for so reason, Ye Ranran just felt like trusting him.
This sense of trust ca without reason, yet she was willing to trust.
It was only much later, when she recalled everything and looked back, that she finally understood it wasn’t just trust; it was because she had always been in love with him.
Because of love, there was trust, thus no reservations.
But the current Ye Ranran didn’t understand this; she just simply trusted him.
"Ruined by falling on the ground? Why do I find that so far-fetched?" Shen Yuzhe was disdainful.
"Tang Sheng wouldn’t lie to ." Ye Ranran looked at him indignantly.
Fearing he might upset her, Shen Yuzhe didn’t say anything more.
"Is Tang Sheng your attending physician?" Jun Mochan asked nonchalantly.
"Yes, he’s also my friend. He’s the one who saved my life." Ye Ranran ate another sweet dumpling.
"I’m going to wash my hands, hurry up and eat the dumplings." Jun Mochan said.
Once he reached the bathroom, Jun Mochan imdiately instructed his subordinates to investigate Tang Sheng, especially whether he appeared at the city’s Traditional Chinese dicine Hospital on the 18th two years ago.
Wen Cai was taken to that hospital when she got injured. If Tang Sheng wasn’t there, then all of this would be a lie.
A lie targeted solely at Ye Ranran.
"Have so rest after you finish." Jun Mochan turned on the TV.
The TV was broadcasting the grand event of the conference, with Fu Rong and a group of people sitting in the second row, and the president and vice president along with his assistant in the front row.
Even though he wasn’t at the very front, Ye Ranran saw him at first glance.
For so reason, her eyes felt a bit sore, and her heart was also uncomfortable.
Just as she was about to look away, her eyelids began to droop, her head slowly lowered, more and more so.
By the ti she collapsed on the sofa, Jun Mochan had picked her up.
Shen Yuzhe put on a white coat, donned gloves, and stood in front of the mobile sickbed.
The instrunts were prepared in advance, and Shen Yuzhe proceeded to conduct a full-body examination on Ye Ranran.
The results of the check-up would take several hours.
Afterward, Jun Mochan carried Ye Ranran out again.
The conference continued on the TV, and Ye Ranran slowly regained consciousness.
"Didn’t sleep well last night?" Ye Ranran awoke to the teasing voice.
She rubbed her head: "I guess not."
Last night, she had a big argunt with Fu Rong; it would be strange if she did sleep well.
What she didn’t expect was that she would actually fall asleep on soone else’s hotel sofa, even with the TV on; it couldn’t be more embarrassing.
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