The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

After that day, Mu Qianxi blocked all of Leng Che's contact information and never saw him in the hospital again. Aunt An would come to see her every now and then, bringing food and sometimes she would replace Ling Xin and stay to take care of her.

During the hospital stay, everything went smoothly. Ling Bojin seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth and did not bother her again. Other things also went smoothly.

I went out for some fresh air and forgot to bring my coat. When I went back to get it, I found that the nurse had already handed it to me.

She was careless and always lost track of certain things. She would leave for a while in frustration and come back to find it in a conspicuous place. She would even wonder if she was blind.

The bedside lamp was broken, but after one night it somehow worked again.

Is this what it means that if you survive a great disaster, you will be blessed in the future?

A month later, Mu Qianxi was finally able to leave the hospital. She said out of boredom, "Mom, has my physical condition improved? I have been in the hospital for so long, but I haven't seen a single ghost."

Ling Xin paused as she was packing up, a strange look flashed through her eyes, and she quickly regained her composure: "Don't get carried away, and don't run around at night in the future!"

"I know!" Mu Qianxi agreed with a grin.

Ling Xin sighed helplessly, unable to speak. Her ability to attract evil spirits had not improved at all, but had become stronger with age. If it weren't for Leng Che secretly guarding outside the ward every night, the ghost would have haunted her long ago. However, he didn't want to make her sad because of his appearance, so he concealed it for him.

Seeing the mother and daughter leaving hand in hand, the two nurses who were cleaning the ward whispered, "This lovely girl is out of the hospital. That boy shouldn't come back, right?"

"Probably not."

"Oh, what a pity! He is so handsome, tall, handsome, and polite! That day, he gave me the coat that the little girl left behind, and asked me to deliver it to her. He looked so embarrassed. With that look, how could I not help him and keep it a secret? He can even fix lights!"

"It's a pity that he already has someone he likes. Even though they are having a quarrel, he still cares about that girl so much. Every time I tell him that the girl can't find something, he can find it quickly."

"Oh, I also want to find such a considerate boyfriend."

"Forget it, forget it. We are just like dead cattle and horses. Let's get back to work! Love belongs to others in the end."

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, news of Ling Group’s bankruptcy spread everywhere.

"What exactly do you, the Huang family, want?" The head of the Ling family was leaning on a cane, his hair was gray, and he looked much older overnight.

An extremely cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "I want Ling Bojin. But don't worry, I will return it in seven days."

The middle-aged woman beside him objected with red eyes when she heard this request: "Dad, you can't give Bai Jin to them! Who knows what they will do to Bai Jin! Bai Jin is your only grandson!"

"Shut up!" Ling Zhiguo frowned and shouted, "Do you want our whole family to beg on the street without any money?"

The woman's face changed when she heard that. She clenched her palms, lowered her head and said nothing more.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have heard their quarrel and sneered, "Don't worry, I won't let him die. After all, financial fraud, fraud, illegal financing, and money laundering will leave him in jail."

Ling Zhiguo's hand holding the cane trembled, and he paused for a few seconds. He said to the other end of the phone in a heavy tone: "I will hand Ling Baijin over to you."

Only to hear the frosty voice again, as if it had been frozen in ice for thousands of years: "I can return the property in Jingzhou to you. However, you, the Ling family, must get out of Yuncheng and never appear in front of Mu Qianxi again."

Then, he said in a light tone: "Otherwise, I guarantee that you will have to sleep on the street even after you are over 60."

The tone was light but it was like a hard sword piercing one's heart.

Ling Zhiguo's pupils trembled.

Could it be that this catastrophe was caused by her?

If he had known that she had the support of the Huang family, he should never have allowed Ling Baijin to attack her.