"Ouch, the bird is too big to be kept in the cage, and it looks like it's about to fly away!"
Ding Baoyi tickled her.
Two sisters were laughing and rolling on the same bed.
…
The corridor outside the hospital is also very lively.
People coming and going were looking at him. Zhang Fan, who was wearing a white coat, followed step by step beside Jiang Beiyuan, who was not wearing a white coat. He was so anxious that he was stamping his feet with tears in his eyes.
"You give me back my tablet, you give me back my tablet!"
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan treated him as transparent and went downstairs on his own, planning to buy porridge downstairs.
Zhang Fan followed behind him, really going crazy as he walked, "It's more than 5,000 yuan, you pay me, you pay me, you pay me!"
The little nurse passing by looked at Zhang Fan curiously.
It felt like Dr. Zhang was coquettishly asking for comfort from Jiang Beiyuan.
But out of curiosity, just watch the excitement. No one dares to mess with Jiang Beiyuan now. I heard that he almost strangled the department director to death just now.
Jiang Beiyuan finally got tired of his nagging. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You are a thirty-year-old man. Are you done yet?"
"You have to compensate me. I don't care. If you don't compensate, I won't let you go today!"
Zhang Fan's eyes were red.
He is not as rich as Xu Kuangjie, nor is he as aloof as Jiang Beiyuan, who doesn't seem to regard money as anything at all.
Jiang Beiyuan sneered at Yan Yan, "You can try and see if you can stop your grandpa."
Who told his wife to be hospitalized? Zhang Fan didn't inform him earlier, which made him worry for so long.
Five thousand yuan is still a little money.
Jiang Beiyuan calmly withdrew his gaze and glanced at a figure in the open ward. He narrowed his eyes slightly and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
"Ah, Jiangbeiyuan, why are you such a bastard? Last time you swiped my five-yuan water card, I didn't bother with you! I don't care about the five thousand this time, I have to pay it back, I have to! If you don't pay it back, I'll blame you tonight I won’t leave at your house!”
Zhang Fan didn't notice Jiang Beiyuan's strange behavior at all. He dug his fingernails into his clothes and refused to let go.
Jiang Beiyuan fumbled for a shiny black card from his pocket and threw it away angrily.
"I'll withdraw 10,000 for myself. The password is my wedding day!"
"Holy crap, this is a black card, right? Why do you have a black card? Did that upstart Xu Kuangjie give it to you?"
"Don't pay me back."
How can that work.
Zhang Fan will never pay it back.
"But I don't know what day you get married, and you didn't ask me to be the best man!"
The wedding hasn't happened yet, so I'm just a shitty best man.
Jiang Beiyuan: "The password is two 521s, take it and get out."
Zhang Fan was finally satisfied and rolled away holding the black card.
Jiang Beiyuan walked to the place where porridge was sold. First he bought a bowl of hot preserved egg and lean meat porridge, carefully placed it in a thermos bucket, and then ordered a bowl of millet porridge.
A cleaner pushing a garbage truck passed by.
Jiang Beiyuan was very polite: "Sorry, could you please scoop some swill and put it in this porridge?"
The cleaning man was really taken aback.
“Young man, how can you drink this porridge if it’s dirty??”
"To tell you the truth, I have a friend who has strong taste."
Jiangbeiyuan said with a smile.
He didn't smile often, and when he did he smiled lightly and warmly, but it had a magical power that made people's hearts tremble.
The cleaning man nodded and followed the instructions, scooped a little swill and poured it into the millet porridge.
Jiangbeiyuan shook it twice, and the millet porridge returned to its original golden color, but the color was a little darker than before.
The smile on his lips widened a little, and it was meaningful.
…
I am rushing to the ward diagonally opposite the porridge buying area.
The man with a bruised nose and face on the bed had no idea who he was calling.
His tone was polite, but his eyes were extremely impatient, "Okay, okay, I know. I'll go find you tonight. Just wait for me obediently."
"Knock knock."
There was a knock on the door suddenly. Wen Yu quickly hung up the phone and looked over.
The man leaning against the door has a long body and stands crookedly.
The posture is obviously lazy and casual, but it also reveals a sharp edge that makes people dare not look directly.
Seeing the person coming, Wen Yu's eyes flashed, and she stood up to greet him, "It turns out to be Mr. Jiang, what kind of wind brought you here!"
[Updated today]
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