170: C170 How Much Do You Know about Him

C170 How Much Do You Know about Him

"All right, let's skip this first. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Let me see if you have lost weight!" Tang Xuening quickly recovered her carefree nature. She held Hai Xiaomin's hand and was about to say something. She suddenly felt something strange and looked down to see her bandaged left wrist. She pouted and her face was filled with pain. "I lost a lot of weight, and I got myself covered in wounds."

Hai Xiaomin smiled and shook the other party's hand. "Oh my, it's all in the past. Look at me. I'm fine."

"Still alright?" Tang Xuening's eyes were slightly red and her voice was hoarse from crying, "You were clearly just a little bit away, and you will never be able to come back."

There was no need to pretend in front of others. Her weakness was not concealed in front of Hai Xiaomin.

"With my brother like this, it is enough. You came again. Do you know how scared I was when I heard that you went missing on the sea and your life and death were unknown?" Tang Xuening's tears rolled down and fell to the ground.

She had already lost her parents when she was very young. She could not lose her brother and even more so did not want to lose her best friend. But why did these people make her so worried? Couldn't they take good care of her and live for her?

Tang Xuening, who had a carefree personality, was actually more sensitive than anyone else.

Hai Xiaomin gently wiped away her tears and continuously comforted her. "I know, Xuening, I know..."

"What do you know!" Tang Xuening did not appreciate it and scolded, "You know that you did not tell me anything? How long do you plan to hide the incident that happened to your family from me?!"

Hai Xiaomin was frightened by her roar and slightly lowered her eyes, "You already know?"

Tang Xuening angrily turned around and walked to the bedside and sat down. She took a few pieces of paper from the bedside table and wiped her tears as she said with a stern face," Previously I was suddenly unable to contact you and I was worried that something happened to you so I specially called uncle and aunt. If it wasn't for that phone call, I would still be kept in the dark. "

"Hai Xiaomin, do you think that I was your best friend who grew up wearing the same pants as you?!" If Hai Xiaomin could not give her a satisfactory explanation today, she... she would not leave!

Ma Dan! He did not take her seriously!

Hai Xiaomin lowered her shoulders and sighed. She turned around and walked over. She sat next to Tang Xuening and went to pull her hand. That girl did not give face and did not pull her hand.

Hai Xiaomin could not do anything to her. "Xuening, it is because we are good friends. That's why I know better. Mr Tang's matter has dealt you a huge blow. I can't share the pain that you are suffering. At least I can't give you any more trouble. "

Tang Xuening had just stopped crying when she heard these words.

She looked at Hai Xiaomin with a face full of sadness and was momentarily speechless. She knew that this was definitely the result, but when she heard it with her friendly ears, the sourness in her heart could not be contained at all.

This good friend of hers always thought for others. As long as she could swallow any hardship, she would bear it by herself.

Tang Xuening had heard everything from Hai Xiaomin's mother and knew that Hai Xiaomin had been working day and night for the past few months. Even when she stepped onto the Syah, it was also to earn money to support her family. Clearly, the other party did not suffer less than her and during this period of time, she had made countless calls. However, the other party only patiently listened to her recount her suffering. He did not even mention a single word about his difficult situation!

Even if she said it out loud, she would feel more at ease in her heart. Furthermore, no matter what, she could still be considered to be able to help the other party a little.

He thought that he had complained more than once about why Hai Xiaomin did not go to the United States to see them. He thought that it was because she was indifferent, but he did not expect that there was actually such a layer of difficulty involved.

Tang Xuening's tear gland completely collapsed and took the initiative to hug Hai Xiaomin. She cried like a child abandoned by her parents. "Wuuuu ~ Xiaomin, what do you want me to do? Sometimes, I really take care of your anger, but I don't know what to do with you. Wuuuu ~"

" Alright, alright. It's fine. We have already survived. " Hai Xiaomin continuously patted her back. Her nose was sore and she could not bear it. She endured it and did not want to cry too.

She wanted to laugh. Wasn't the situation developing in a better direction? This was something worth being happy about. She shouldn't be sad about it.

"Don't hide it from me, okay? Xiaomin, consider it as me begging you. In the future, don't hide anything from me anymore. When you need it the most, I am like a fool who is indifferent. The moment I know the truth is really painful! "

"Alright, I won't hide it from you, I won't cry anymore..." Hai Xiaomin will do whatever she wants.

The two of them then went to the small garden to take a walk to relax. The next topic was to report good news and not worry. Finally, it looked like a normal reunion.

Hai Xiaomin keenly noticed that Tang Xuening had mentioned Jess a few times during this period of time. Part of Tang Xuan's treatment seemed to be Jess following up on the news, so the two of them often contacted each other in private.

When Tang Xuening mentioned Jess, she either gritted her teeth or scolded him with disdain, but it could not hide her interest in him.

These two people...

Hai Xiaomin did not show any change in her expression. Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding. Let's take a look at the situation first and talk about it later.2

The two of them walked to a long bench on a purple vine flower rack and sat side by side. As they chatted, the topic fell on Ling Yao. Tang Xuening suddenly asked, "Xiaomin, you have been close to Ling Yao recently. How much do you know about him?"

"How much do you know?" Hai Xiaomin's heart was a little weak. Could it be that she saw something?

Tang Xuening frowned between her pretty eyebrows. "I found some information about Ling Yao and found that his identity was not as simple as we looked before..."

That was all. Someone came over and interrupted her.

It was a tall man from the the United States who was wearing a black suit. He looked very strict and was one of Ling Yao's bodyguards.

After he returned to the the United States, he changed his bodyguards' faces to their native faces.

"Miss Hai, ling Xian was worried that you were chatting too happily and forgot to eat. He asked me to remind you that lunch is ready to be sent to your room. Please go back with your friends. It's not too late to continue talking after lunch."

"I know, thank you." Hai Xiaomin smiled and thanked him for his hard work on this trip.

She got up and helped Tang Xuening up.

"Let's go back to eat first. Xuening, you should not be in a hurry to leave, right?" Hai Xiaomin suddenly remembered that she had not asked how long the other party could stay.

Tang Xuening did not know what was on her mind and her expression was a little absent-minded as she hurriedly replied, "I am not leaving tonight. We have not seen each other for a long time and I really miss the day when I am wrapped in a bed sheet and whispering at night."

"Okay, I was waiting for you to say that!" Hai Xiaomin was amused. She did not have the time to take the unfinished conversation to heart.

The bodyguard led the way in front. Hai Xiaomin and Tang Xuening walked at the back with their arms crossed.

Tang Xuening stared at the back of the bodyguard. From the way she looked like she had something to say just now, she kept swallowing until she returned to Hai Xiaomin's ward.

Just as she reached the door, there was a strong smell of food.

One did not need to look to know that it was definitely not Western cuisine, it was China's stir-fried dishes!

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