It's Not Too Late to Chase His Wife: Young Master Mo's Secret Favorite Sweet Wife

Zhao Jiming also seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then immediately looked away.

This made Lin Yang feel a little surprised, what happened to Zhao Jiming?

Forget it himself, why he looked like he had seen a ghost when he saw himself, it is really incomprehensible.

But Lin Yang was only slightly taken aback, then lowered his head calmly.

After the group had dinner, Mo Ningxuan and Lin Yang sent the two of them away together, watching their cars leave.

Only then did Lin Yang turn his head to look at Mo Ningxuan, "Do you think this Zhao Jiming is strange?"

"Strange? Why is it strange?" Mo Ningxuan slightly lowered his head to look at Lin Yang when he heard the words, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Lin Yang's words.

"Oh, I can't tell. I just feel that there is something wrong with this person. I always feel like I've seen him somewhere." Lin Yang himself couldn't tell, it was just a vague feeling.

To put it bluntly, it should be called the sixth sense, but Lin Yang can't describe it.

"Have you seen him?" Mo Ningxuan also paused.

"No." Lin Yang resolutely denied it. Although her memory is not very good, it's not necessarily that she can't remember the people she met before.

"Then what are you talking about?" Mo Ningxuan smiled wryly, and opened the car door for Lin Yang, "Please come in."

"I also find it strange, and just now he didn't talk very much, and I exchanged glances with him in the middle, and he turned his eyes like that."

Lin Yang was still in the car, but she was still thinking about this matter. Her premonitions were often accurate, and she always felt that there was something wrong with Zhao Jiming.

Who knows that this performance of "never forgetting" towards Zhao Jiming seems to have aroused Mo Ningxuan's dissatisfaction, he frowned, "Is it really plausible for you to always mention other men in front of me like this?"

"Ah?" Lin Yang was taken aback.

Looking at the man's face enlarged in front of his eyes, Mo Ningxuan's expression seemed a little dangerous.

But Lin Yang felt that Mo Ningxuan's thoughts were really inexplicable, so he pushed Mo Ningxuan lightly, trying to keep him away, "What are you thinking? Is that what I mean?"

"I don't care." Mo Ningxuan frowned, "Get him out of your mind right now."

"This—" Lin Yang couldn't help laughing, "How old is Mr. Mo? Do you eat this kind of flying vinegar?"

Lin Yang's ridicule caused Mo Ningxuan to grit his teeth secretly, and said in a low voice: "Okay, just wait for me."

"Ah?" Lin Yang was even more confused, "No, you—"

"Shhh—" Mo Ningxuan raised his index finger and made a silent gesture.

So it was only at night that Lin Yang understood what it means to wait.

Although Lin Yang was very worried about this matter about Zhao Jiming, but after all he never saw each other again, Lin Yang gradually forgot about it.

In addition, Mo Ningxuan seems to have lost Zhao Jiming intentionally or unintentionally.

It wasn't until He Lin's accident that Lin Yang saw Zhao Jiming again.

Mo Ningxuan was at home with Lin Yang when he learned about He Lin's accident.

"What? He Lin entered the hospital?" Mo Ningxuan was a little surprised when he received the call.

"Yes, Mr. He is currently in the central hospital. Since he is still in a coma for the time being, you are his closest contact person, so I would like to trouble you to come to the hospital and help notify his family."

The call seemed to be from the hospital, and Mo Ningxuan responded, "Understood, I'll be right over."

Lin Yang on the side was still struggling with the game that he failed to clear, and was stunned when he suddenly heard that He Lin had entered the hospital.

"What happened to He Lin? What's wrong with him?" Lin Yang put the handle aside and couldn't care about anything else.

"I don't know. The hospital just told us to go there quickly. His parents probably won't be able to make it in a while in City B." Mo Ningxuan put on the coat on the hanger, and his expression was rare.

Lin Yang stood up, "I'll go too."

"Ah."

When the two rushed to the hospital, He Lin was still in the operating room.

Mo Ningxuan saw a nurse coming out of the ward, and quickly grabbed her, "How is the patient inside?"

"You are Mr. Mo?" The other party was taken aback, as if thinking of something.

"Yes, I'm his friend. His family members are not here. It will take time to come here, and it may take a while." Mo Ningxuan said.

The nurse sighed, "This patient is in a very bad condition now. He fell from a height. I don't know if he can wake up."

Hearing this, Lin Yang gasped, "What?! He's still so young."

"May I ask who sent him to the hospital?" Mo Ningxuan frowned.

"Oh, I was still there just now—" The nurse looked around, but she didn't seem to see anyone, and felt a little puzzled.

Lin Yang, on the other hand, saw a person walking from the east of the corridor, but hesitated slightly when he saw the three of them, then turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait!" Lin Yang felt that something was wrong and stopped him.

As a result, the man walked even faster after hearing the voice, and the nurse also turned to look at the voice, "Oh, it's him."

"Sir, wait!"

The man ran away immediately, Mo Ningxuan reacted quickly and immediately chased after him.

Finally, he stopped the person at the stairs.

"You, let me go!"

The man was out of breath from running, and kept struggling.

But Mo Ningxuan was diligent in training, and once he pulled him back, he couldn't break free at all.

Mo Ningxuan frowned, "Who are you? What does He Lin's accident have to do with you?"

"What does it have to do with me? I sent him over if he had an accident. If I hadn't seen it, this man would probably be cold now." The man couldn't break free, he was anxious and angry.

"Then why are you running?" Mo Ningxuan asked coldly.

At this time, Lin Yang also chased after her. She trotted all the way, a little out of breath.

"Aren't you chasing me—"

Mo Ningxuan snorted coldly, "Why should I chase you if you don't run away?"

"Why are you running if you don't chase me?" The man played with a tongue twister.

Mo Ningxuan's anger rose, "You—"

Lin Yang was also confused when he heard this, "What's going on? If you have nothing to do with this matter, what are you guilty of?"

"I, I—" the man faltered, "You send me away first, my arm is about to break."

"Let go of him first." Lin Yang said to Mo Ningxuan.

Mo Ningxuan frowned slightly, "What if I send her away and she runs away again?"

"Well, don't run away, and explain clearly, what's going on? Otherwise, even if you run away now, I will call the police." Lin Yang tried his best to calm down.

"Well, let me go first, and I'll say it."

Only now did Mo Ningxuan let go, and the man rubbed his aching arm.

"What happened today, how did He Lin get injured, and how did you send him to the hospital?" Lin Yang asked.

"When I saw the man inside, he was already lying on the ground with blood beside him. I thought he was dead at the time." As he spoke, the man touched his nose, seeming a little embarrassed.

"Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my clothes, almost scaring me to death!"