322 A Writing Dog

Xu Ling was stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted and forcefully pulled her arm out of her hand. She deliberately put on a stern face and said coldly, “Miss He, I’m the hospital nurse who’s here to do your physical examination as usual.”

“I don’t need it.” He Wei sized her up suspiciously and finally fixed her eyes on the tag on her chest. “Who asked you to come?”

“Miss He, isn’t it obvious who asked me to come? It doesn’t matter if you drive me away now, but if the outside world suspects me, I’m afraid that neither you nor our hospital will have a good time.” Xu Ling started to talk nonsense.

Although He Wei did not believe her one-sided explanation, she did not chase her away. She leaned against the bed and said arrogantly, “Pour me a glass of water.”

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Xu Ling nodded slightly and did not deliberately contradict her. She poured her a glass of hot water and only left with her cart when it was almost time.

After leaving the hospital, Xu Ling immediately got into the car and called Chen Zhao on the way.

“Brother Chen, I’ve made a big discovery,”

At that time, Jing Yan had completely fallen into a coma. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the girl’s expectant eyes. Her beautiful eyes were so bright that they seemed to contain the entire night sky.

“Woof!” Jing Yan obediently called out to her, rubbed his head against her arm, and snuggled into her arms like a spoiled child.

He Miao knew it was Jing Yan. She pulled Jing Yan out of her arms, amused. “Are you home safely? Are you lying in your room now?”

Jing Yan innocently stared at her with his dog eyes, then blinked and nodded.

Only then did He Miao relax. She pulled him into her arms and sat on the sofa, showing him the rumors about He Wei on the internet.

Most of them were guessing that this matter had something to do with He Miao. After all, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that He Wei’s words on stage were directed at He Miao.

However, there was still a group of people who believed He Miao unconditionally and spoke up for her online.

[Hey, are you all sick? Didn’t you see that when He Wei went backstage, our goddess was about to give a speech? Where would she find the time to deal with He Wei?]

There were also people who disagreed and immediately retorted, [Couldn’t He Miao have arranged this in advance? Don’t you think that this is the same plot as He Miao’s incident?]

[Why must my goddess be the one to blame for He Wei’s murder? Did she not offend anyone? I don’t believe that everyone would like He Wei’s actions. There must be many people who don’t like her behind her back! My goddess would never do such a thing!]

He Miao stared at the messages for a long while, then she suddenly pursed her lips and shook her head in amusement. She sent a screenshot of the message to Xu Meng. [This is your alternate account, right?]

Xu Meng quickly replied with a big smiley face and typed proudly, [Hehehe, goddess, don’t worry. These people can’t win against me in an argument. Besides, He Wei’s character has long been rotten. There are still more people who believe you online.]

[I know. Thank you, Mengmeng. It’s already so late. Don’t quarrel with others. Get ready to sleep.] The light in He Miao’s eyes softened. Her slender fingers slid across the screen, and she typed this line of words with a faint smile on her lips.

Jing Yan watched her smile attentively. Suddenly, he reached out his paw and pawed her lips, trying to make her look at him.

After saying goodnight to each other, He Miao and Xu Meng put down their phones and stopped looking at the messy online discussions. She hugged Jing Yan and shrank into the warm blanket, chuckling softly. “Do you think I’m overthinking this time? Perhaps it really has nothing to do with us? But I can only feel that this matter is not that simple.”

Jing Yan could not speak, so he could only write on the blanket with his claws.

He Miao read it carefully, and only nodded after he finished writing a paragraph with great effort. “You mean there might be someone else behind this, and the mastermind might not be He Wei?”

Jing Yan nodded his head and continued writing on the blanket. [He Wei’s incident was too coincidental. Not everyone can enter the backstage of the press conference. It’s obvious that someone had planned this. Since it was planned, it wouldn’t be as simple as just hurting He Wei.]

He Miao nodded in agreement. She wanted to continue the discussion with him on this line of thought, but in the end, she still took into account that it was inconvenient for him to write now, so she pinched his hand and coaxed him, “Let’s talk again after you return to normal. It must be tiring for you to write like this, right?”

Jing Yan’s paws were indeed a little sore. He pretended to be aggrieved and buried the dog’s head in her chest. His paws rested on her shoulders obediently, like a spoiled dog.

He Miao was tickled by his hot breath and pulled him out of her chest in amusement. “You’re not allowed to hug me here. If you don’t behave, I’ll throw you out of bed.”

Jing Yan stared at her with a sad face and curled up in protest.

‘What a cruel woman. She actually wanted to throw out such a cute dog. Wuwuwu.’