I Became A Hit After My Divorce!

After breakfast the next day, Le Yao asked Shen Yi to drive her to the Renci Hospital.

On the way, I stopped at a flower shop, and Le Yao spent two hundred yuan to buy a handful of yellow chrysanthemums.

Shen Yi looked at the yellow-orange chrysanthemum, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Is Miss Han going to visit the doctor or go to the grave?

When they got to the hospital, Le Yao asked Shen Yi to wait for her below. Anyway, she wouldn't stay for too long. After all, she had nothing to say to them.

Renci Hospital is a private hospital with a small scale, but the fees are not cheap. Most of the people it receives are rich people.

Le Yao went to the orthopedics department with chrysanthemum in her arms, but when she entered the elevator, she suddenly swept to a figure outside.

The elevator quickly stopped on the third floor.

When Le Yao walked out, she saw the brand of Orthopedics, and soon found the ward of Han Guosheng. It was a very luxurious single room, like a living room.

Zhou Yunmeng, Han Xueqian and Han Pengcheng were all there.

Then Han Pengcheng may have had a shadow in his heart when he was beaten by Le Yao last time, so when he saw her entering the door, he stepped back subconsciously.

"Dad, I wish you a speedy recovery." Le Yao handed over the chrysanthemum.

Han Guosheng was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the chrysanthemum, his face that was not very good-looking suddenly became even more ugly.

"Don't like it?" Le Yao frowned slightly, "Then I'll change to white next time?"

"You..." Han Sheng suddenly became short of breath.

"Don't be angry." Zhou Yunmeng hurriedly helped Han Guosheng to gently caress his chest, "Your blood pressure is a little high..."

"Alan." Han Xueqian's face darkened, "How can you bring chrysanthemums?"

"What happened to Chrysanthemum?" Le Yao's eyes widened, "Chrysanthemum is a gentleman among flowers."

"Chrysanthemums are only used when going to the grave. They represent sacrifices. Are you cursing Dad?" Han Xueqian sneered in her heart, a fool is a fool.

"Dad is angry because of this?" Le Yao looked at Han Sheng knowingly.

Han Seung turned his head and looked to the side, why didn't this disgusting bitch not die?

"Otherwise, it's terrifying to have no culture." Le Yao sighed, then shook his head, "In addition to paying homage to ancestors, the flower language of chrysanthemum also means prosperity, don't you know?"

The corner of Han Xueqian's mouth twitched. No matter how many flower words there are, chrysanthemums are used to go to the grave. This is the consensus of the public.

"Dad, you misunderstood me so." Le Yao sighed, "Forget it, if you don't want to see me, don't call me. I'm so sad, I'm leaving." Then she turned around and left with the chrysanthemum in her arms.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

When Le Yao left the door of the ward, Han Guo Sheng reacted and hurriedly called out, "Alan, come back." Then he glanced at his wife and daughter, "Go and chase them back."

Han Xueqian was the first to rush out and grabbed Le Yao: "Alan, Dad still has something to tell you."

"That's right, don't worry." Zhou Yunmeng also ran out, "Family, talk well."

"There's nothing to say." Le Yao pushed the two away at once, "We'll meet less in the future..." However, before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in the back of his head, and then he lost consciousness.