C17 Become a Whore?

to become a whore?

When Ye Zixuan got off the car, she was blocked by the crazy reporters.

She remembered her injured father. She desperately rushed out of the encirclement and ran towards the hospital. She was tripped and fell to the ground. Her delicate face was scratched by the hard ground and her palm was bleeding.

She supported her weak body and slowly stood up. She was in so much pain that tears were rolling in her eyes, but she stubbornly bit her pale lips. Facing the shining magnesium light, she said, "If you have any questions, can you ask me later? My father is injured. I want to go in and see him, please make way, Okay? "

Her eyes were filled with tears as she begged the reporters. Her watery eyes stared at the reporters in front of her.

One of the reporters, who was in his early twenties and wearing a hat, could not bear to see Ye Zixuan like this. He slightly leaned sideways to make a small gap. She quickly squeezed over and ran into the hospital, leaving the reporter behind.

"Zhang, you don't want to work anymore, do you?"

"Look, that girl is quite pitiful, us."

"You pity her. Who will pity us? If we don't dig up any useful news today, how are you and I going to explain it to the chief editor? If you are soft-hearted, then don't do this line of work! "

"Yes."

The hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Everything was white. Ye Zixuan looked around in panic. In her mind, there was only his injured father. She randomly pulled a nurse and asked anxiously, "May I ask where is Ye Ming, who was sent over from the prison?"

"He is in ward 207." The nurse was shocked by Ye Zixuan's nervousness and replied stammeringly.

Ye Zixuan got the answer and immediately let go of the nurse and ran to the second floor.

Ye Zixuan passed through the dark and quiet corridor and her heart was in her throat. The phone call from the prison only mentioned how badly her father was injured. She did not know at all.

However, the prison had called her. Did this mean that her father was about to die?

She was so anxious that tears streamed down her face. Finally, she found ward 207.

However, there were two prison guards at the door of the ward who were holding robbers. When they saw Ye Zixuan, they stretched out their hands to stop her. "Who are you? There are key criminals inside. You can't go in."

"I am his daughter. I want to go in and see my father!" She tried to pull the prison guard's hand away, wanting to squeeze in.

However, she was too weak, so she was pushed out by the prison guard. They said very rudely, "Even if you're the patient's daughter, you can't go in. You can only watch from the outside."

Hearing this, Ye Zixuan was angry and anxious. She looked at the gloomy and terrifying prison guards and could only turn to look at the window.

On the pure white hospital bed, Ye Ming, who was comatose, was lying. He was clearly only in his early forties, but his short prison life had already made his temples have some white hair. Moreover, his face was thin and weak. He looked like an old man in his fifties.

There was a wound at the corner of his mouth. The clothes he wore were stained with blood. The doctor gave him an intravenous injection. He was wearing a breathing mask and his eyes were tightly shut. It seemed that the situation was not good.

"How could this be?" Ye Zixuan saw this scene and muttered to herself. She had clearly given the money her father left for her to the people guarding the prison. She only hoped that they could treat her father better.

But why was her father injured by someone else? He was still in the ICU! She became agitated. Once again, she rushed to the door of the ward and shouted, "I want to see my father. I want to see him. Let me in!"

The prison guards stopped her again. Their movements were very stiff as they pushed her away again and again. There were a few times when she was still pushed to the ground, but in the next second, she rushed over again.

After a few times, the prison guards were also angry. They took out their guns and aimed at Ye Zixuan. The black gun muzzle aimed at her and Ye Zixuan was stunned.

"I saw that you were the patient's family, so I indulged you again and again. If you barge in like this again, we have the right to suspect that you want to take the prisoner away! We will take extreme measures. Please cooperate with us in our work. Don't try the law with your body!"

The prison guard's cold voice warned Ye Zixuan. His cold eyes meant that if Ye Zixuan rushed over again, they would not be polite.

Ye Zixuan's tears were still hanging on her eyelashes. She looked very pitiful.

But the prison guard acted as if he did not see it. He controlled her to be about one meter away from the door. He stood there expressionlessly again, like a wooden person.

She sobbed and dragged her heavy steps to the window. She looked inside worriedly. Her favorite father was lying there, but she could not go in to see him, nor could she touch him.

"Look, she's here!"

With a shout, a group of agitated reporters rushed over again. They picked up their microphones and aimed at Ye Zixuan. They took pictures of Ye Zixuan's tears and her miserable appearance.

"Miss Ye! What do you think when you see your father lying in the ward? Do you have anything you want to say to the audience in front of the television?" A female reporter with sharp eyes moved the microphone in front of Ye Zixuan. Next to her was the recording equipment. Clearly, they were the staff of the television station.

Ye Zixuan was not in the mood to respond to the female reporter. She just wanted to go in and see her father. She only wanted to save her father from prison.

She did not want him to die.

"Miss Ye,i heard that your father was sentenced to death. You have fallen to this stage. Do you hate your father?" The female reporter saw that Ye Zixuan did not respond and continued to ask. Her questions were more and more mean.

"I will not hate him. He is my father, the person I love the most. Don't interview me anymore. I don't want to accept any interviews!" Ye Zixuan was stabbed in the softest part of her heart by this sharp question. She could be insulted by others, but she could not allow others to judge her father like this.

When the female reporter saw Ye Zixuan respond to the question, she let the video camera beside her get closer to Ye Zixuan. Her eyes lit up and she asked, "Miss Ye! I heard that you have been frequently bullied in school during this period of time. Furthermore, there are rumors that you have already started to become a prostitute, right?"

Ye Zixuan was originally a rich young lady, but now she had become the daughter of a murderer. In addition, she was a student of the movie academy, so many people thought that she had fallen into depravity.

"You are talking nonsense!"