"Oh."

Ning Huanxin was just surprised, and quickly sat in the position of the co-pilot and fastened his seat belts.

"I live in Lishui Huayuan now..."

Ning Huanxin said about Xie Yudie's home address. Jiang Lixing nodded and started the car directly.

Yenching at night, neon flashing, and cars coming and going, look more crowded and lively than in the day.

Jiang Lixing opened the CD in the car, and the soothing music was slowly flowing in the car.

Because there are a lot of cars and traffic lights, the speed of the cars is not fast and they stop and go. While waiting for a traffic light at an intersection, Jiang Lixing suddenly stared at the southwest of the intersection, where was a hospital.

"what happened?"

Feeling that Jiang Lixing was in a daze, Ning Huan couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing." Jiang Lixing recovered his senses and glanced at Ning Huanxin: "The script of "Mingyue Master" is adapted from the novel, do you know?"

"Well, I also just learned about it." Ning Huanxin smiled awkwardly: "I heard that it is the work of the famous female writer Tang Yelan. I also heard that she is also in the crew. She has always participated in the screenwriting of the entire script. But... I heard Xiao Shitou said that she is now sick and hospitalized."

"Tang Yelan is in this hospital."

Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Jiang Lixing pointed to the big hospital next to the road.

Under the night, the high-rise hospital building looked a bit gloomy.

"Oh?"

Hearing Jiang Lixing's words, Ning Huanxin couldn't help but glance at the hospital building, and then at Jiang Lixing: "Are you familiar with Tang Yelan? Is she very ill?"

"Unfamiliar, I have only seen it once."

At this time, the traffic light had turned green. Jiang Lixing slowly drove the car forward, and whispered as he drove, "But...I know a screenwriter who is very familiar with Tang Yelan, I heard him say Tang Yelan’s illness is a bit strange. He has used a lot of medicine and changed a lot of treatment plans, but it has never been better. I heard that... he also asked an expert to come and do things."

"what?"

Hearing Jiang Lixing's words, Ning Huan's heart moved.

Could it be that Tang Yelan's "illness" is otherwise strange?

When thinking of this, Ning Huanxin couldn't help but glance back, but unfortunately, the hospital building was already blocked by other skyscrapers.

Seeing Ning Huanxin's movements, Jiang Lixing's eyes flashed, he said nothing, and continued to drive intently.

When he arrived at Lishui Huayuan, Jiang Lixing parked his car outside the courtyard of the Xie’s villa.

"I'm not going in anymore, you can rest early."

Seeing Ning Huanxin getting out of the car, Jiang Lixing couldn't help but remind her softly.

"Well, you should rest earlier."

Ning Huanxin waved his hand after Jiang Lixing. Seeing him still parked the car outside the courtyard, Ning Huanxin hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly entered the courtyard and took another peek before entering the door.

Jiang Lixing's car is still there, and he is still looking at her tenderly.

Does he want to watch him enter the door?

Ning Huanxin's heart couldn't help but a very special feeling surged in her heart, sweet and warm.

Jiang Lixing was still leaning in the car until Ning Huanxin entered. He glanced at the closed door and couldn't help but look up.

Above the Xie’s villa, there was a faint black mist shrouded in it, which ordinary people could not see.

The Xie family is destined to have a catastrophe.

Jiang Lixing's eyes were like swords, and a cloud of black mist slowly floated on the palm of his hand. Just as Jiang Lixing was about to make a move, a cold male voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"Don't mess around."

[There are two more in the evening]