"Why, can't I come to him?"

Mo Ziyi's most thought of Feng Yize, who drove his sister to Poison Eagle, was to beat him up.

But he restrained that anger. He had to wait until he found his sister before teaching this kid a lesson.

Hearing the mockery in his tone, Feng Yize's face froze, and he took a step back and let him in, "Please come in."

He is his sister-in-law's younger brother, and he can no longer behave badly with him.

Mo Ziyi didn't look at him, but just curled up a light arc with his thin lips, walked into the ward with his long legs, and walked towards Ye Zhan.

Feng Yize pursed his lips and turned his head to look at Ye Zhan on the hospital bed. Seeing him half-squinted at the file bag in Mo Ziyi's hand, he silently closed the door of the ward for them, and did not leave immediately, but stood outside the corridor, listening to the movements in the ward.

"Do you have news about Momo?"

Ye Zhan looked at Mo Ziyi's indifferent and sarcastic face and asked in a hoarse voice.

"As your Ye family wish, she is going to marry Poison Eagle." Mo Ziyi curled her lips, and the sneer that penetrated into her eyes was like a sharp knife, silently piercing into Ye Zhan's heart.

His body suddenly stiffened when he was lying on the hospital bed. I wondered if the ward was a little dark, but his handsome facial features were covered with a dark look.

Mo Ziyi has excellent eyesight while not far away.

He clearly looked at the changing color in his deep eyes several times, paused word by word, gritted his teeth and spoke, "You can explain it clearly."

"Look at it for yourself."

Mo Ziyi raised his eyebrows, and he spoke in an arrogant tone, but he spoke casually, and took two more steps without any haste.

Throw the file bag in your hand on the small table in front of the hospital bed.

Ye Zhan's face changed a little bit again.

He did not go to get the file bag immediately, but stared at Mo Ziyi's cold and handsome face, "What is inside?"

"You're not very smart, you can't guess?"

The sarcasm at the corner of Mo Ziyi's mouth emerged again. He looked at the man who was lying there with a condescending posture and was having difficulty moving for a while.

Thinking of Momo's stupid woman, she ignored her own safety for this man, ignored their parents' worries and anxiety, and did not care about his younger brother who could not accompany Qingqing, who was pregnant for her.

A dark color appeared between her eyebrows and eyes. When she came back, he must settle the accounts with her.

Ye Zhan tightly pursed his somewhat cracked lips and couldn't get the answer from Mo Ziyi. He reached out to grab the file bag on the small table. He had only been recuperating for two days. When he pinched the file bag, his long fingers with distinct joints shook slightly.

Open the file bag and there is a neat stack of files.

Ye Zhan's movements stumbled slightly.

The lips became tighter and tighter, and the lower jaw line was stained with a layer of cold and hardness.

A second later, he took the file out of the document.

I don’t know which action involved the wound, and a sharp pain spread from his chest, causing his breathing to become slow.

He looked through the files one by one.

In the ward, only the subtle sound of flipping through the paper was heard.

Suddenly, his movements were paused again.

The dark eyes narrowed sharply, and the aura around her body changed from the coldness just now, like a sword that had been sealed for many years was unsheathed.

Strong and sharp!

In front of the hospital bed, Mo Ziyi's eyes changed and she frowned and took the file to her nose to smell it.

"City l, do you already know Momo in City l, right?"

Ye Zhan put the file in front of his nose, closed his eyes and smelled it for a full minute. When he raised his face to look at Mo Ziyi, his eyes were sharp and dark.

Mo Ziyi narrowed her eyes, "I'm not sure where she is? Are you sure she is in City L?"

It seems that it is useful to come to him.

Ye Zhan was silent for a second.

A low voice rang, "Please help me."

He secretly calmed down his excitement, and he was sure that Mo Mo was in City L, so he was not so panicked.

Mo Ziyi raised her handsome eyebrows, "Didn't you sit up by yourself when you just woke up? Why did you become weak after two days of rest?"

I thought that Ye Zhan, a proud man, was ridiculed and contemptuous by him, even if he didn't dare to get angry at him, he would feel uncomfortable and change his face.

But not only was he not unhappy, he curled his lips, "I want to save my strength to save Momo."

Mo Ziyi sneered coldly.

Disliked his words.

Ye Zhan quickly flipped the remaining files back on the small table, then stretched out his hand to him and signaled him to help him up.

Mo Ziyi rolled her eyes again.

He clearly didn't want to pay attention to him, but he still stretched out his hand and when he helped him up, he didn't forget to put a pillow behind him and let him lean against the hospital bed.

But the tone of talking to him did not improve, and he was still cold, "How do you make sure she is in City 1?"

Ye Zhan looked at him lightly, "Perfume."

He just spoke these two words lightly and dialed the phone.

A hint of shock flashed through Mo Ziyi's deep eyes. This man was a soldier and had received professional and strict training.

At first, they did not find the scent of perfume on this volume.

His father left the imperial capital and went to the city where the express delivery was sent. He returned to the study and opened the file. Only in the relatively small space could he smell the scent of perfume.

However, based on this alone, he could not be sure whether this was the mark left by Momo, because Momo did not like to use perfume.

Moreover, if the Poison Eagle sends these things to them, it may not necessarily pass by Momo's hands.

However, they cannot let go of any possible clues. Mo Ziyi does not know anything like perfume.

He also planned to let Shi Xilai smell the scent on the document in a while to see if she knew what perfume it was. From the point of having "perfume", he could not tell what information Momo wanted to tell him.

"City l is not a city that produces perfume?"

“The name of this fragrance.”

The phone dialed, but the other party had not answered it yet. Ye Zhan had time to answer Mo Ziyi's question.

Although his voice was low, his tone was confident and confident.

Mo Ziyi frowned in a pretty look. He wanted to ask something, but the phone number in Ye Zhan had been answered.

He was not on his phone and did not deliberately listen to what the other party said. He was just thinking about what he had just said, and heard Ye Zhan telling the person on the other end of the phone, "Look at the target in City l..."

"Are you so sure?"

"Um."

Ye Zhan hung up the phone and looked at Mo Ziyi's eyes, "If I was not wrong, Momo must have tried all kinds of ways to escape these days, but he couldn't escape. So, she thought of using this method, which is the safest way to convey information."

There is no other news on the file except for the perfume smell that seems to be present and unrestrained.

Because Mo Mo dared not.
Chapter completed!