Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Gu Jin could tell that Xiao Yize was trying his best to distance himself from Ye Qingzi's relationship, but Ye Qingzi's words made it clear that the two had known each other since childhood and shared the same past and aspirations.

Gu Jin didn't know why he thought of this. His eyes were filled with restlessness, and he couldn't help but said:

"The military hospital will not let irrelevant personnel come in to visit. Aren't she and you a childhood sweetheart?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Gu Jin regretted them.

What is Xiao Yize's relationship with Ye Qingzi? It's none of her business!

Xiao Yize was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his elegant and elegant face, feeling happy from the bottom of his heart: "Can I understand that Miss Gu is jealous?"

Suddenly, I felt that Ye Qingzi was not useless.

At least it would make Miss Gu realize her true feelings and know that she actually likes him a little bit.

Are you jealous...?

Gu Jin's eyes moved slightly and he snorted: "No!"

She had only ever been jealous about her sister, Feng Jue.

She did feel a little displeased when she saw Ye Qingzi just now, but in comparison, Feng Jue's bitch was more displeasing.

"I don't have any childhood sweethearts. If I have to talk about our friendship from childhood to adulthood, I do have a few brothers. Lin Ran is one of them."

Xiao Yize took off the perfume lily beside the hospital bed and threw it into the trash can outside the door.

Gu Jin: "Oh."

Xiao Yize sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed, supported the table with one hand, and looked sideways at Gu Jin, who was working hard.

The wind and snow outside the window have stopped, and the sun shines through the gaps in the clouds. Through the bright window, it shines on Gu Jin, who is wearing a white coat, and is a bit softer than his usual cold appearance.

"I'm not familiar with Ye Qingzi either. Her mother and my mother were close friends. Before my mother's accident, the two families often had contact with each other.

My mother likes girls very much and has always wanted a daughter, so she often lets her come to my house to play and treats her like her own daughter.

But later, because she was young and ignorant, she took the life of my mother's own daughter, and also caused my mother to remain in a coma to this day.

When I was five years old, my mother went south on a business trip. In order to surprise her, Ye Qingzi came in and hugged her before the plane closed, and quietly put the nail polish that had been used on her hands and feet into my mother's bag.

Everything went through security checks before my mother got on the private helicopter, but when she came in, no one was prepared for a four-year-old girl.

Then the plane crashed and made an emergency landing, killing all the crew.

My mother was a warrior with a stronger physique than ordinary people. She survived and was sent to the hospital by the local people.

But when my father and I rushed to the hospital to see her, she had become a vegetative state due to serious injuries and would never wake up, and the child in her belly was gone.

She was still pregnant at that time, and before going out, she said that maybe I would be able to see my sister when she came back from her business trip. "

Xiao Yize looked at the beautiful woman lying on the hospital bed next to her as if she was asleep. She lowered her head and her voice became deeper and deeper.

At this time, a hand as cold as porcelain stretched out in front of him, holding two tissues and waving them twice.

Xiao Yize raised his eyes and found that Gu Jin, who was still concentrating on his work and seemed to be deaf to the outside world, was standing in front of him.

There was rare concern in her cold eyes, and a hint of apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to reveal your scar."

Xiao Yize took the tissue from her hand, wiped the unshed tears from the corners of his eyes, smiled softly, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Miss Gu, for listening to what I have to say.

When I was five years old, they thought I didn't remember, so I never told anyone about it. "