C3 You Still Can't Forget Me

Meng Xiwei was too lazy to explain. She just looked up and rolled her eyes at Jin Huang'ao. She turned around and wanted to leave.

But before she could react, she was already in the air. Jin Huang'ao carried her and teased her as he ran towards the hospital.

Layers of medicine were applied on it. The heart-piercing pain caused by the medicinal reaction caused Meng Xiwei to bite her lips tightly. Jin Huang'ao put his hands on his waist and looked quite pleased with himself.

How much hatred could he have? He could only watch helplessly as his true love hurt.

After the dressing was done, the doctor softly instructed, "Miss Meng, don't be in a hurry to walk around. Remember to change the medicine."

Meng Xiwei, however, picked up the bag and stood up. She looked at Jin Huang'ao's hand and casually said, "You don't have to worry. Let him take a look."

Jin Huang'ao looked at Meng Xiwei proudly and lightly snorted, "Sure enough, I still can't forget it."

Meng Xiwei waved her hand and turned on the phone. " Hello, hello. I want to make an appointment to take a taxi... "

"Huang'ao! What happened to you?" With a sharp scream, the woman in the lake blue dress suddenly rushed in and threw herself into Jin Huang'ao's arms.

Jin Huang'ao fondly patted Hu Mengmeng's head and asked gently, "Mengmeng, why are you here?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Meng Xiwei beside him with the corner of his eye.

"I saw Xiao Liu at the door. He said you were inside. Why are you so careless? I only walked away for a short while and you are already injured. " Hu Mengmeng raised her head and looked at Jin Huang'ao with concern.

"You will be careful next time. Don't worry." Jin Huang'ao kissed Hu Mengmeng's forehead as he said that.

Meng Xiwei looked at the couple with an expressionless face, but she snorted coldly in her heart.

Other than hatred, this man had left her with wounds all over her body. Who knew if the fate of this woman in front of her was another her?

Hu Mengmeng carefully looked at Meng Xiwei and moved closer to Jin Huang'ao's ear. She whispered, "This woman is so strange. Why is she always cold?"

Jin Huang'ao raised his voice. "Some people like to disguise themselves. The more they care, the more they pretend to not care."

Hu Mengmeng wrinkled her nose. She did not understand. " Oh.

Meng Xiwei just kept looking at her watch. Why didn't the driver come?

"Huang'ao, you have to accompany me to check my heart later." Hu Mengmeng shook his arm like a spoiled child.

Jin Huang'ao still rubbed her hair lovingly.

"Miss Hu seems to be in good health. Why is there a problem with her heart?" The doctor helped Jin Huang'ao apply the medicine and raised his head to ask.

Hu Mengmeng pouted her delicate lips and looked like she had just survived a disaster. "I have congenital heart disease. This one on my body is still replaced by surgery, so I came to check on time?"

"I saw that Miss Hu was alive and kicking. It seems that she has recovered very well. I wonder how many years she has been doing it?"

"Three years..."

Three years!

Meng Xiwei gradually could not hear the rest of the words and a terrifying thought appeared in her mind.

"Huang'ao, recently I have been feeling that my heart is not very comfortable. I don't know if it is because of my heart or what it is, but I always feel strange." Hu Mengmeng turned her head and said with a frown.

Jin Huang'ao turned his head to look at Hu Mengmeng and said with a smile, "Then where do you feel uncomfortable?"

His hand moved back and forth between Hu Mengmeng's waist with a teasing tone, "Is it uncomfortable here or there? Hmm?"

His eyes, however, would occasionally look in the direction of Meng Xiwei. Seeing Meng Xiwei's expression becoming more and more downcast, the smile in his eyes gradually became bigger and bigger.

Hu Mengmeng showed a faint dimples and still said hesitantly, "Huang'ao, I heard that this heart... En, it seems to have been taken from a female prisoner. I don't know if the female prisoner is clean or not... "

Hu Mengmeng's voice became lower and lower as she stared at Jin Huang'ao with widened eyes.

Female, female prisoner!

Three years ago!

Female prisoner, heart!

Meng Xiwei could only feel her blood continuously rushing up and her mind was filled with large amounts of blood.