The fake daughter was not exposed today

On the other side, in the car.

Sheng Lu looked the girl in front of him up and down, leaned close to her ear and asked in a low voice.

"You're not Yilan, right?" she was sure.

Jiang Fu nodded, confirming her judgment.

"Then now she..."

"It's nothing." Jiang Fu reassured her, "I'm her... a friend she knew before, so you don't have to be too wary of me."

"I will help you keep this secret." The girl gently held her hand.

Perhaps because she had been saved by the girl in front of her, and she happened to hear her say that when she came to the villa, she had a good impression of girls.

"Thank you."

"I have some videos. I'll send them to you later." Sheng Lu touched her face. "Tell me what your plans are next?"

"Well... let's go to the hospital to see Jiang Yiran." Jiang Fu replied.

She didn't mean well, but if something really happened to Jiang Yiran now, her relatives and friends would be able to label Jiang Yilan as a vicious fake daughter for life.

Moreover, Jiang Yiran was in dire need of someone to take care of her. When she was at her most vulnerable, she must have wanted the person she needed the most to be by her side. This person must be the friend she had been thinking about the most, the one who died because of Jiang Yilan.

"You..." Sheng Lu was a little unsure.

"Don't worry, I'm not crazy. I just need to confirm something." Jiang Fu explained patiently, "When I was with Jiang Yiran, I noticed a little habit of hers. When she was emotionally unstable, she liked to twist the pendant around her neck."

She mimicked the movements.

The pendant is not expensive, and the rope is a bit old. It has some age and stories, so it must be that friend's thing.

"But..." Sheng Lu understood, but disagreed.

With Jiang Yilan's identity, she would be dragged away if she got within three meters of the ward.

"It doesn't matter if it's Jiang Yilan, it could also be the older sister she just met." Jiang Fu gently held her hand, "Good sister, can you lend me some clothes?"

Sheng Lu took out the tablet he usually used for shopping and said, "You can choose whatever you want."

Jiang Fu stared at the dazzling designs inside, a little dazed.

Is this what it feels like to be cared for by a rich woman?

hospital.

Jiang Fu pushed his dark round-frame sunglasses, adjusted the collar of his oatmeal shirt, put one hand in his pocket, and walked to Jiang Yiran's ward.

"Who are you?" Qin Huo suddenly became alert.

"My name is Pu Qiuyue, a friend Miss Yi Ran just met." Jiang Fu was not at all intimidated by him or the man behind him who looked gentle but had an imposing aura.

Qin Huo stopped her from going forward, "How come I didn't know Miss Yi Ran had such a friend?"

The next second, the woman in front of him hooked his ankle and pulled it hard.

"Oh, then wait until she wakes up before asking." Jiang Fu stepped over him and entered the ward.

Qin Huo wanted to stop her, but he heard the man say, "Let her go."

"Master?"

"She is the woman who single-handedly took down a group of people in the Colosseum last time." Lin Zishan explained.

Qin Huo swallowed his saliva.

He had heard Ji Feng talk about the scene at that time, and today he experienced it personally. He felt that it was really kind of the elder sister that he could stand up after being tripped.

Just as I was about to go to the window to observe, the curtains of the ward had already been drawn.

The curtains were blackout curtains, so Jiang Fu turned off the lights without hesitation. Then he walked to the bed in the dark and sat next to Jiang Yiran.

After examining the injuries himself, Jiang Fu realized how ruthless the man who had attacked him was. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, this is karma."

Without saying a word, she started the treatment.

Of course, he doesn't need to be completely cured, as long as Jiang Yiran regains consciousness and wakes up.

Around midnight.

Jiang Yiran felt the temperature of his hand. The hand was warm and the movements were gentle.

For some reason, she felt that the owner of that hand was somewhat familiar, very similar to...

Feeling her grasp, the person in the darkness spoke softly, "Ranran, are you awake?"

Jiang Fu guessed that the girl must have a gentle personality, so when coaxing her, he imitated the way his mother coaxed her when she was a child, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Xixi?" She slowly uttered the name hidden deep in her heart.

The next second, Jiang Fu slapped her on the forehead and she fainted.

She had no intention of continuing to act, firstly because it would be easy to be exposed, and secondly because her goal had already been achieved.

"Xixi, so this is the girl's name." Jiang Fu took a look at the situation and went out to report.

"Miss Pu." Qin Huo's attitude was much more respectful this time.

"He's fine, I won't bother him anymore." Jiang Fu put one hand in his pocket and left.

Sheng Rong said word by word, "Pu Qiuyue, it's a good name. But the surname Pu is rare..."

For example, there is a charlatan who lives in Luotang Lane and works as a part-time intelligence dealer.

"My real name is Ma Yanzu." Jiang Fuhui.

Qin Huo twisted his mouth, and almost said the word "the earth exploded".

No wonder the boss wants to change the name.

"Shan, go check it out."

"Sir, it is illegal to view citizens' private information." Lin Zishan answered honestly.

Qin Huo was about to say something to help his master, but he glanced at the serious young man and shut up.

Linzishan is a wood spirit.

Hongshan Villa, outside the greenhouse courtyard.

"Boss Ling, are you here?" Meng Mian looked at the person on the ground and poked the black line on the shadow with a branch. "What is this thing, venom?"

"Hmm. (Shadow)"

Meng Mian thought for a moment, raised his hand, and pulled out a high-intensity flashlight. "Will it work?"

"Hmm. (Let's try it)" Ling Mujiang closed his eyes.

Three seconds later, Ling Mujiang looked at the girl lying beside him and was speechless.

"It's okay, President Ling, I'll think of another way." She closed her eyes, then passed her entire body through the silk threads.

A minute later, Ling Mujiang looked at the huge lawn shears in the girl's hand, and his eyebrows twisted into a knot.

"*Unspeakable scream* (Are you going to cut me in two?)"

Meng Mian blinked his small round eyes, "It's okay, Mr. Ling, even if you cut it into two pieces, it's still Ling (Zero)."

Roll your eyes. (…Thank you.)

Ling Mujiang buried himself in the haystack.

He would rather eat grass than face this naive subordinate.

"Mr. Ling, how about I sing a song for you?" Meng Mian thought that he had nothing to do and it would be boring to just wait until dawn, so he simply took out a guitar.

Although he really wanted her to stop, his mouth was sealed and he couldn't make a sound.

But as soon as Meng Mian opened his mouth, he couldn't hold it in anymore.

He knew that this subordinate was a bit out of his mind, but he didn't expect that her singing was so out of tune.

Just like that, Ling Mujiang slowly fell asleep while listening to the distorted singing beside his ears.

Seeing that the man had fallen asleep, Meng Mian poked his face and then rolled up a blanket to cover him.

"Good night."

The next day.

Jiang Yiran woke up.

"We, the master and the disciple, are truly miserable. We even get beaten together." Xie Zhen sat beside the bed. "Want some fruit?"

"I want to be transferred to another hospital." Jiang Yiran stared at the ceiling of the hospital in a bad mood.

Xixi lived in this hospital before she died. She could have waited for an effective medicine, but she was taken away by Jiang Yilan that day.

"What happened to her wasn't your fault, so don't blame yourself for it." He rubbed the girl's head with a warm smile. "Instead of blaming yourself and wasting your time, why not make the person who hurt her pay the price?"