"What do you think happened to Miss Chu?"

Aluo's sudden words made Mo Qing, Jiang Ke and Song Yiyuan look at each other.

A few seconds later, A Luo frowned and his tone became anxious: "I'll be right back."

He hung up the phone.

Xiao Wu from the crew asked at the right time: "What's wrong with Miss Chu?"

"Poisoned."

A Luo said two words and immediately turned around and left.

Xiao Wu, the crew member, looked confused. He looked at A Luo's back, then at the three of them, and finally said, "Sorry, we're leaving first."

After saying that, Xiao Wu followed A Luo.

"It's impossible to guard against it." Mo Qing leaned against the door and glanced in the direction the two left, then glanced at Jiang Ke and Song Yiyuan in front of him, "Where's Goblin?"

Song Yiyuan replied: "I don't know what kind of madness he has. He said that he would run through the hotels in the whole town to find that person."

"Motivated." Mo Qing commented, but his emotion could not be heard.

I don’t know if it’s a compliment or a derogation.

Mo Qing asked: "Where are you two?"

Song Yiyuan felt guilty: "I..."

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows, not wanting to listen to his nonsense: "Aren't you a doctor? Why don't you go and have a look?"

When Song Yiyuan mentioned this, his interest waned and he curled his lips: "I haven't been a doctor for many years."

Mo Qingyi tilted her head at him.

"Okay, okay, let me go find out." Song Yiyuan had no choice but to compromise.

Then, he left immediately.

There is only one Jiang Ke left.

Mo Qing started to find trouble with Jiang Ke again: "Aren't you a medical professional?"

Jiang Ke was not as threatening as Song Yiyuan, and he had no intention of surrendering. He said indifferently: "I don't care whether she lives or lives."

Taking two steps forward, he raised his hand to push the door open and passed by Mo Qing.

The man entered his room in a dignified manner.

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows, turned around, and stared at his figure: "Hey, did I invite you in?"

Jiang Ke stared at her for a second: "No."

Mo Qing slammed the door and walked in: "What do you mean?"

"Take a look at your doghouse."

Jiang Ke glanced around and frowned slightly in disgust.

The room was in a mess, the quilt was rolled up into a ball, and shoes, socks and clothes were scattered around. Fortunately, there were not many things, so no matter how many things were thrown away, there would only be a few pieces, otherwise it would be a mess.

Hearing this, Mo Qing was unhappy and hissed: "I advise you to learn how to speak."

Jiang Ke frowned: "Does Jiang Yan sound nice?"

"Not only does she speak nicely, but she also cleans the house." Mo Qing bent down to pick up a piece of clothing, threw it on the bed, and then asked, "Do you want to study?"

When Jiang Ke heard this, he looked unhappy and said, "Who can imitate him?"

The already unhappy mood was worsened now.

Mo Qing didn't talk to him about it and asked directly: "What brings you here?"

"Can't you clean it up?" Jiang Ke really couldn't stand it.

"You can stay in the wooden house under the bridge, but not here?" Mo Qing asked back.

"..."

Jiang Ke was speechless for a moment.

Mo Qing clapped his hands, looking like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water: "I can't bear to do it by myself."

"..."

Jiang Ke endured it, but couldn't.

He raised his hand to push Mo Qing away, pulled out a bag, put the sundries in it one by one, gathered them and threw them aside, and then picked up Mo Qing's scattered clothes.

When he was picking up a coat, something suddenly slipped off. He lowered his eyes and saw that it was a bra.

The movement froze momentarily.

However, when he glanced around, he found that Mo Qing was playing with his mobile phone.

"cough."

Jiang Ke deliberately made a sound.

"Have you packed it up?" Mo Qing asked casually, putting the phone in his pocket with smooth movements.

Jiang Ke did not respond.

Mo Qing saw Jiang Ke, who looked a little strange, followed his gaze and saw a bra.

She was startled for a moment, then curled her lower lip, walked over, and picked it up generously.

Then, he took all the clothes in Jiang Ke's hand and put them into a bag.

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Ke suddenly asked.

"Hungry."

It's already noon. If I say I'm not hungry, I'm definitely lying.

Mo Qing was unable to carry out photosynthesis.

Jiang Ke said: "I'll treat you to a meal."

Mo Qing was surprised: "You are looking for me just because of this?"

"Um."

Jiang Ke nodded matter-of-factly.

He originally came to see Mo Qing to ask if Mo Qing had gotten up, but he met Song Yiyuan and three others on the way.

Mo Qing thought about it for a while and said, "Okay, wait for me to wash up."

*

After having lunch with Jiang Ke, Mo Qing received a call from Song Yiyuan.

She turned on speakerphone.

"I think we need you to come to the set." Song Yiyuan's tone was low.

"Um?"

"Several people on the crew were poisoned, and they all ate the same food." Song Yiyuan said, "Moreover, I have never seen any of their poisoning symptoms."

"Aren't you a doctor?"

Mo Qing's tone was very calm.

However, Song Yiyuan clearly felt that Mo Qing's words contained a strong mockery of "Are you just a quack?"

Song Yiyuan emphasized: "I am a surgeon."

Mo Qing said: "Then you are completely useless."

"...save some face."

Song Yiyuan was so tired that he couldn't even feel sad.

Others know that he used to be a doctor, but his hands were crippled and he always pays attention to what he says, and they don't know how considerate he is.

Only Mo Qing.

He stabbed him in the heart with a knife nonchalantly.

To be honest, Song Yiyuan is numb now.

Mo Qing asked again: "Didn't you send him to the hospital?"

"Yeah." Song Yiyuan said, "Send a few over. The hospital is treating them, but there are no results yet. Chu Yangyang and her two bodyguards don't believe in small hospitals, and big hospitals are far away. They say they want to go to the Wen family remotely.

Cure.”

At the end of the story, Song Yiyuan himself was speechless.

After thinking for a while, Mo Qing said, "I'll come."

She hung up the phone.
To be continued...