Chapter 721 Do You Suspect I Did It?
Regardless of whether Jiang Weiyang's appearance at the scene was a coincidence or not, Murong Qiao finally informed the police officer of this discovery.
"Thank you for the experience you provided, so we will conduct an investigation here and notify you of the results as soon as possible." The female police officer answered in a business-like manner.
Murong Qiao nodded, with mixed feelings in his heart.
After a trip to the police station, Murong Qiao and Lively Yishen parted ways. They both had their own matters to deal with.
Murong Qiao, who had originally allocated his whole day to his third brother, naturally returned to the hospital after leaving the police station, intending to see if his third brother was awake.
But when he walked to the door of the ward, before he opened the door, he met his second brother Murong Zheng who was standing by the window of the ward, looking inside.
The other person was wearing a white coat and had a cold expression, as if he was trying to put people away thousands of miles away. However, only those who knew him well could see the warmth and care hidden under the coldness in his eyes.
Murong Qiao walked over. "Second brother?"
"Well, let me take a look." Murong Zheng agreed to her without turning around. "If nothing happens, you can wake up after taking a nap to replenish your energy."
"Just come over here and chat in my office." After he finished speaking, he turned and walked in the other direction.
Murong Qiao followed and took a look at Murong Chuan who was still lying inside before leaving.
Murong Chuan was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed. He was wearing the white striped uniform common in hospitals. He looked particularly peaceful, but his face was a little pale after losing blood.
After looking at the monotonous and empty room inside and the overall color showing a very light and thin white, Murong Qiao couldn't help but frown, feeling uncomfortable with the dullness of this scene.
I should buy a bouquet of flowers, she thought to herself.
Murong Zheng's office is not far from the ward, and it only takes two or three minutes for the two of them to walk there in the elevator.
Murong Zheng walked in front and stretched out his hand to open the door, "I'm back."
This sentence was not meant for Murong Qiao.
Xian Yu, who didn't know when he came to the hospital, sat on the sofa next to the office with a bad look on his face, staring at Murong Zheng who walked in. His expression seemed like he was about to ask a question, but then his eyes touched his sister who walked in behind. After that, he immediately changed his somewhat irritable mood and forced a smile.
He also rushed here after receiving the news that his third brother was injured.
"I told you, you are fine. If you are really so free, you might as well continue writing your songs while you stay in my office." Murong Zheng was obviously resistant to this sudden visitor.
Xianyu didn't realize it. "Third brother is injured, how can I find the time to write songs?"
"Then please tell your agent in advance. What are you going to do? You came to me in a hurry. He has already called me." Murong Zheng complained expressionlessly.
After receiving the news, Xian Yu left the recording studio and work in his hands without saying a word, and ran to the hospital. After waiting for him for a while, the manager realized that the person was missing, so he started looking everywhere.
"Ahem, I forgot." Xian Yu confidently faced the guilty conscience on his face.
Seeing the two people bickering, Murong Qiao relaxed a little from his tense mood. He chose a seat next to Xian Yu and sat down to rest for a while.
It was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and it was getting dark in the evening.
The fiery red clouds and flying birds make people look at it carefully and they can't help but get lost in the gorgeous and beautiful sunset scenery.
Jiang Weiyang, who still didn't know that she had been discovered by Murong Qiao from the surveillance camera, was standing in the mall, leisurely holding a cup of tea and eating desserts with Huo Ya, listening to the chats of the people next to her.
Thinking that he had gone there and witnessed such a scene, Jiang Weiyang suppressed the emotions in his heart very calmly, with no waves on his face.
It was a pity that Murong Qiao was not injured.
Thinking of this, Jiang Weiyang felt a hint of regret in her heart, and then recalled that Murong Qiao, who was very nervous about Murong Chuan at that time, and was particularly panicked when he saw his brother's injuries, Jiang Weiyang's mouth curled up slightly.
Huo Ya, who was sitting next to Jiang Weiyang and felt a little uneasy, just caught this secret smile in her eyes, but she clenched her hands tightly together, and couldn't help but frown at Jiang Weiyang, who was about to say something, but she couldn't help but frown. Because there were other people sitting around, but I couldn't say anything.
At noon, Huo Ya originally thought that Jiang Weiyang came to play with her, but seeing Jiang Weiyang walking in one direction with a very clear purpose, and after what happened next, no matter how smart Huo Ya was, he should have understood what was going on. mean.
There was some impulsiveness in her heart that she wanted to ask Jiang Weiyang if this matter was related to the other party, but it seemed that it was not easy to ask in this situation now, and Huo Ya was even more afraid of getting into trouble for her good friend.
"Speaking of which, there seems to have been an incident of stabbing someone with a knife in the mall just now. Did you see it?" Among the chatters, I don't know who started the conversation.
Huo Ya's heart tightened, and she subconsciously glanced at Jiang Weiyang.
But Jiang Weiyang, who was sitting next to her, was eating the dessert in front of her without changing her expression, as if it had nothing to do with him.
The person who just spoke spoke again. "I heard that people from the Murong family are there."
"The Murong family? Is it the one who just got engaged to the Huo family?"
Words related to sensitivity appeared in everyone's topics, causing everyone's interest to surge up for a while.
Huo Ya couldn't hide her thoughts at first, and now she became even more restless after seeing several people mentioning it. Finally, she simply got up on her own initiative.
"Sorry, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable today, so I'm going home first." She hurriedly said, and her sudden movement of standing up startled the people next to her.
Jiang Weiyang naturally understood Huo Ya and immediately followed her when she said this. "I'll go back with you."
She won't reveal the secret, and that person won't explain it, but if Hoya guesses something...
Just in case, Jiang Weiyang followed Huo Ya and left the mall and got on the car home.
When they got into the car, the driver was in front and there was soundproofing in the middle. Hoya finally couldn't help but ask Jiang Weiyang directly.
"Weiyang, you always tell me that at noon-"
However, before Huo Ya finished speaking, Jiang Weiyang interrupted him in advance with a smile.
Jiang Weiyang has already thought about her explanation to Huo Ya since noon.
"I originally wanted to go up with you, but I seemed to see an acquaintance and followed him. I didn't expect that something like that happened." Jiang Weiyang pretended to make a corresponding expression.
Like she really had nothing to do with the whole thing.
As soon as he heard what he said, Huo Ya naturally chose to believe Jiang Weiyang immediately. The big stone in his heart slowly fell to the ground, and then he breathed out a relaxed breath.
Usually with Jiang Weiyang, although it's not like Huo Ya hasn't done any bad things, it's just -
Thinking of the horrific look of the boy covered in blood when he was carried away, she still closed her eyes.
Jiang Weiyang suddenly spoke in this quiet atmosphere. "You suspect it was me?"
"No!" Hoya denied instinctively and quickly.
But this answer without any room for reaction seemed to be another answer, revealing the previous guess in her heart.
There was silence in the car.