The white blazing light fell on Chu Yao's body, and her long hair spread behind her, revealing her face as big as a palm, her skin was white and transparent, and her facial features were soft. The full and crystal tears trembled slightly and rolled down in an instant.

"Wen...Jing'an?"

Wen Jing'an's eyes moved down, and there were brown blood on the floor. Chu Yao's clothes had already touched him. His cold eyebrows were furrowed and dirty.

"The deceased is called Zhang Chengjian, the owner of the vehicle involved in the accident." The traffic police next to him immediately looked over and said, "Are you the family of the deceased?"

In addition to medical staff, there are also traffic police and Wen Jing'an who is standing next to him like a sculpture, so who is misleading the news?

"Jing'an, are you okay?" The Wen family was stunned and stood at the door and did not dare to speak for a while. Wen Shuyu arrived panting and was startled to see Wen Jing'an.

"I'm not in the car, the driver and my secretary have been sent to the operating room." Wen Jing'an's voice was cold and low, and he walked towards Chu Yao and reached out.

His fingers are so white, and his fingertips are a little cold. Wen Jing'an is a person with a bad style, but he is indeed very clean, and he exudes a sense of sexual indifference from the inside out. I don't know how this sexual indifference is rumored to have sex with seven different women in a week.

Maybe he was passionate outside, sexy little cheetah.

Contact Wen Jing'an's cold gaze.

Chu Yao woke up and reached out to grab Wen Jing'an's arm. Without touching it, Wen Jing'an pointed to the blood-stained work permit under the bed, "Isn't you asking you to touch me, that's for me."

Chu Yao: “…”

Why don’t you take it yourself? She even thinks it’s dirty even if she has so much blood.

Chu Yao moved her eyes away and wanted to help the hospital bed get up. When she saw her bloody feet, she was confused for a moment, and then her stomach was overturned. It was the body of a stranger, and her back jumped up tango with hair spirit.

"Jing'an!" shouted loudly at the door.

Wen Jingan withdrew his hand, and Zhou Xin rushed over and hugged him.

Wen Jingan opened his hands and Zhou Xin burst into tears, "Son!"

Chu Yao's knees were numb and she didn't bother to watch the reunion show of mother and son over there. She turned to Chu Yunhai, "Dad, help me."

Chu Yunhai saw the news from the news and went straight to the city hospital. After passing through the hospital system, he found the rescue location of Wen Jing'an. He hurriedly notified the Wen family that Wen Jing'an is now standing here.

It was a huge mistake, which was very embarrassing.

"What trouble are you causing?" Chu Yunhai pulled Chu Yao impatiently and frowned, "What's going on?"

Can I fall if you don’t push me?

Chu Yao was about to find a place to help her, but she turned around and saw the body on the bed showing a scalp. She pulled Chu Yunhai back and hid.

Chu Yunhai was in a hurry to talk to Wen Jing'an, but Chu Yao was dragged by her legs, so annoyed.

"Jing'an!" Chu Yunhai took a step forward, and Chu Yao's hands fell empty. Her legs hurt so hard that she was imbalanced. She couldn't fall to the ground any more. She took two steps forward and rushed to Wen Jing'an's back.

The scent of cold fog and fir was shrouded in the soft touch of the cashmere coat. Chu Yao looked up and touched Wen Jingan's extremely cold eyes. The handsome face had completely become an ice sculpture, and Chu Yao silently wiped the dust from his hands on him.

Wen Jing'an's jaw moved, which was a very obvious gritting action, but it was soon covered by frost on his face. Chu Yao felt that the meaning of his micro expression might be: You all die for me.

Zhou Xin was soon taken over by the nanny. Wen Jing'an glanced at the woman hanging on her body, and her eyes were extremely cold.

Get out of the way if you know the fun.

Chu Yao looked around and couldn't find a new crutch for the time being, so she couldn't let go of Wen Jing'an.

Wen Shuqi, the second lady of the Wen family, also came over. As soon as she entered the door, she scolded the traffic police loudly, majestic and wanted to thoroughly investigate the matter, which made people feel a headache. Wen Jingan looked at the burden on her back again, but she had no intention of letting go.

Wen Jingan frowned, turned around and walked towards the bed of the corpse, bent down to pick up the work permit with blood on the ground. Blood was also stained with his fingertips. Wen Jingan put away his work permit, raised his hand with a gloomy face and took off his coat and walked straight away.

He didn't look back.

As soon as Wen Jingan left, the others followed him out.

Chu Yao stood up in the heart-wrenching pain, holding Wen Jing'an's coat in her hand. She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips. After a while, she threw the coat to the ground, gritted her teeth and walked out step by step, and grabbed a nurse at the door, "I twisted my feet. Can you help me to the outpatient hall? I'll give you any money, as much as you can."

Chu Yao's right ankle was swollen into a steamed bun, and she was sprained. The doctor prescribed medicine. It was the nanny at home who came to get her and helped her out and get into the car.

"Why are you so careless?"

"I thought the gentleman was dead, and my emotions were out of control for a moment." Chu Yao sat in the car and turned on her phone and opened her Weibo. Dozens of private messages came out and scolded her, asking her to publicly apologize to Cheng Youzhen.

Cheng Youzhen is the author suspected of plagiarism.

"Bao, what do you say is not dead? Sir, it's a blessing to be fine, don't worry too much." The nanny thought Chu Yao was worried about Wen Jing'an.

It is unfortunate that sir is fine.

"Have you gone back sir?"

"No."

Chu Yao posted nine plagiarism comparison pictures on Weibo, with the attached text: The law will teach you not to take other people’s things, see you in court.

As soon as the Weibo post was posted, Chu Yao’s publishing and editing information was sent over.

"Are you going to face Cheng Youzhen head-on?"

"Yes."

"Actually, I want to suggest that you delete your blog and settle things. You shouldn't post the first Weibo post."

"Why?" This editor was Chu Yao's first editor and the only editor since she wrote the book.

"If you don't have evidence to prove that she is plagiarized, it's best to keep silent. This level is at most a reference. It's difficult for the law to determine. If you spend money on your business, you won't win. This lawsuit that will definitely lose, you will be sued by the other party for infringing on your reputation rights, and you will lose money and reputation. You are a freshly-official author and can't afford to lose."

"Your fame is so disparate, which is why the author who has been so hard this time but has not anti-plagiarism has come forward to speak for you. Her status in the circle is full of responses, and no one will want to offend her."

"If you allow plagiarism, why do you need original creation? Everyone will plagiarize it, and original creation is not far from death." Chu Yao also thought about calming down the situation. It took time and effort to fight a lawsuit and had to fight a verbal battle with people online. Her pseudonym was basically ruined.

"Can I call you?"

"OK."

Soon Chu Yao's phone rang, and he was in Jiangcheng. Chu Yao answered the phone and a low-hearted male voice came over, "Chu Xin, is that right?"

"It's me." Chu Yao called the editor for the first time.

"I have made four books of yours and we have worked together for three years. We can be called friends. Let's talk to you about a few private topics, don't be angry first, and don't spread the war again."

"I can hold it back."

"Okay, I'll say it. Our company has been in contact with Cheng Youzhen for cooperation in new books. When you posted your first Weibo post, we talked about signing the contract."

Chu Yao's heart skipped a beat and couldn't say anything.

"I advised you at that time, but you didn't listen and insisted on disturbing the muddy waters. What if you win the lawsuit? It's a quick moment. Look at the past plagiarism lawsuits with huge fame, where are the winners now? Is there any shadow?"

"So, what are your company planning to do?" Chu Yao turned to look out the window. The rain had stopped, but it was still cloudy.

As dusk approaches, the sky and the earth are mixed together, dark and dark.

"There is no notice yet, but the cooperation requirement between Cheng Youzhen and us is that we will never cooperate with you. The boss said that there are thousands or tens of thousands of you in this circle, but Cheng Youzhen only has one."

Chu Yao raised the corner of her lower lip and didn't laugh. After a long silence, Chu Yao said, "I remember when your company was established, it was labeled as original literature, and it's really worthy of originality."

"I shouldn't reveal these things to you, but we have known each other for so long, and I know what kind of person you are. I know you are right, but in the face of interests, right and wrong are not important."

"It will not be good for you to make a big deal."

"Thank you for the reminder."

"I wish you." The editor was silent for a moment, and said, "The future is bright."

"Thanks."

The phone was hung up, and there was a beeping sound in my ears. Chu Yao raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows, turned to look out the window. When the lights came up, the world fell into light again.

"Change and go to Beishan Sanatorium."

"Madam?" The nanny didn't understand Chu Yao's meaning very well. Her feet were swollen like this. What did she do when she went to Beishan Sanatorium? "What did she do when she went to Beishan Sanatorium now?"

"Look at my mother, I miss her." Chu Yao put her head on the car window glass. The cold car window was her only support now.

"What happened to Mr. today is so big that his family was very frightened. Don't you go see the old lady?" The nanny saw that Chu Yao was a little confused and patiently persuaded him, "Why don't you go back first and change your clothes to go to the old house? Go to Beishan Sanatorium tomorrow."

"Whoever takes care of his mother?" Chu Yao said a tough word, raised her voice and ordered the driver, "Go to Beishan Sanatorium, now."

Chu Yao waited for ten minutes before she had the courage to open Weibo and curse overwhelmingly.

Hot comment number one: "The little transparent girl has been writing for so many years and has not become popular. She is trying to get rich by taking advantage of the popularity. Can she be an individual? Walk independently."

There are a row of rows below.

Hot Comment 2: Mom, have you finally raised enough money for a lawsuit? Could it be that you made money by going to the streets to mess around, right?

The following comment: The lawsuit may also be fake. Does she dare? She just hyped it up on purpose.

Hot comment third: It’s all public jokes. Do you think you’re copying? I’m typing, my mother’s eyes exploded!

Hot Comment 4: I have read both books, but Cheng Youzhen’s books are better and more profound, so I didn’t think they copied them.

Continue to turn down, an old fan said weakly: Even if it is a popular meme, the logical chain has not changed, and the twins can't understand this, right?

More than 60 were immediately scolded, and one minute later, the comment disappeared. Maybe she couldn't stand the scolding and deleted it herself.

Chu Yao put her phone on her chin and turned her head to the world outside the window to speed back. The night in the city is always dark enough, the sky is dark gray, and the fog spreads into the depths of the universe.

The phone rang again, Chu Yao took it in front of her, and the screen of the phone emitted a bright white light.
Chapter completed!