The Rebirth of the National Goddess

At the same time as the car drove out of the gate of the community, a silver-gray Bentley slowly drove in from the other side of the driveway with the window half open. At the moment of staggering, Chu Jin seemed to see a familiar side view Yan, especially that scrutinizing line of sight, shocked her and made it hard to breathe. When she looked sideways, the taillights of the Bentley had disappeared around the corner at the rear, at such a fast speed.

Who is in the car?

Why did it give her such a strange feeling?

Chu Jin frowned slightly, and pressed his temples with some headaches, deep thoughts in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Not feeling well?" Noticing her abnormality, Mo Zhixuan stretched out his hand to touch her forehead.

Chu Jin smiled slightly, and told the truth, "It's okay, I just saw an acquaintance, but the strange thing is that I can't remember who he is."

As the words fell, Mo Zhixuan also turned his head and glanced out of the car window, a glimmer of darkness flashed in his deep eyes, and he said calmly, "Since you can't remember it, don't think about it, maybe you are delusional."

"Maybe..." Chu Jin scratched his head, but the scene of two cars crossing each other kept appearing in front of his eyes.

The people in the car are really very familiar.

When passing through an intersection, Mo Zhixuan pulled over to park, and immediately two people brought gift boxes in large and small packages, and a bouquet of flowers.

This is the basic etiquette when seeing patients and parents.

Although Zhao Xian is a vegetable, the respect he deserves is indispensable.

Mo Zhixuan didn't get out of the car, and the two put their things in the trunk directly. It took less than 5 minutes before the car restarted and left.

Chu Jin turned his head to look at the man who was driving seriously, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, the arc was very shallow, but very bright.

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About thirty minutes later, the black Bugatti Veyron stopped in front of the hospital gate.

Mo Zhixuan leaned over to get out of the car, then went around to the other side, and opened the door for Chu Jin very carefully. As soon as Chu Jin got out of the car, the man's cell phone rang. sinking.

The capital city in June is like a stove, stuffy and hot, and the noisy cicadas make people feel a little disturbed. Chu Jin raised his hand to cover his eyes, and there were fragments of mottled sunlight pouring down between her fingers After coming down, she slightly raised her eyebrows and looked at Mo Zhixuan, "Why don't you go to the company first? I can go up alone."

The phone call just now was from the company. It seems that there should be some important contract waiting for him to go back and sign.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal." Mo Zhixuan looked normal, took out a bouquet of carnations and gift boxes with large and small bags from the trunk, turned to look at Chu Jin, "Let's go."

"I'll help you get some." Chu Jin followed, wanting to reach out to take the big and small bags from the man's hand, but he didn't give her this chance, but handed her the carnation casually.

The two walked side by side to the inpatient department, and attracted the attention of many people along the way.

Mo Zhixuan was originally born with a celestial appearance, with an exquisite flourishing beauty like a knife cut, tall and long legs, and a body like a jade tree. Such a person is the focus of attention wherever he goes, and Chu Jin also has a face like Jade, as if it came from a painting, like a blue orchid like a plum, when two people like this walk together, it is a very beautiful landscape, which can draw people's infinite reverie and make up countless plots in their brains.

The door of the VIP ward was ajar, and a vicissitudes of life figure could be vaguely seen sitting in front of the bed, hunched over, as if wiping away tears.

Chu Jin walked in front and was about to open the door, but when he saw the figure from behind, his fingers froze.

If she was right, the person sitting by the bed should be Zhao Hai.

"What's wrong?" Mo Zhixuan looked down at her.

"It's okay." The next moment, Chu Jin's expression returned to normal, he pushed open the door and walked in.

Mo Zhixuan followed behind.

As the two of them entered, the atmosphere in the ward suddenly fell silent.

Mo Zhixuan deliberately restrained the powerful aura on his body, even if it was, it was still impossible to ignore.

As if he didn't expect someone to come in suddenly, Zhao Hai was stunned for a while, then turned his head, saw the person, and said in disbelief, "A Jin? Why are you here?"

In addition to being unbelievable, there is also some guilt, and some even dare not look directly at Chu Jin.

What happened that day was that he did too much.

For no reason, a child was forced to be like this.

In any case, this is the only blood left by the daughter in the world.

Originally, I thought that after Chu Jin left, she would not last long outside, and she would come back. After all, she is only an 18-year-old child, and her wings are not yet full. Without the blessing of the Zhao family, she would not be able to survive at all. Go on, after all, not everyone has the talent of Zhao Yiling.

It never occurred to her that not only did she survive, but she also lived a very good life, and even made Chu's business flourish, and her status in the capital became more and more prominent day by day.

On the contrary, the Zhao Group is getting worse day by day, and the current situation is no different from bankruptcy.

More importantly, his only granddaughter didn't know where to go, and he hadn't seen Zhao Yiling for many days.

Only now did he realize that his granddaughter was not as vulnerable as he had imagined, she was excellent, even better than Zhao Yiling in terms of talent and strategy.