As he spoke, Jian Yumin hummed a song to Jian Yiling.
Jian Yumin's speaking voice is pleasant, and her singing voice is even better.
He picked up some lyrical songs, which sounded gentle and affectionate.
Jian Yiling doesn't have any musical talent, but she knows that this song is very nice, like a warm current flowing into people's hearts.
After singing the song, Jian Yumin smiled and said to Jian Yiling: "Is it good? Are you qualified to charge?"
Jian Yiling nodded and asked, "How much?"
Jian Yumin was stunned for a moment, and he just said it casually, but his sister actually asked him how much it cost.
How much money does it really cost? Jian Yumin’s singing fee is hundreds of thousands.
Jian Yumin smiled and said, "My sister, let me give you a discount. Eight yuan and eighty-eight cents. The number is auspicious and the price is fair. What do you think?"
Jian Yiling nodded, then reached out to Jian Yumin for his cell phone.
"Don't play with your phone while you're lying down. The phone will hit you in the face soon," Jian Yumin said.
After Jian Yumin finished speaking, he looked at Jian Yiling's little face again and compromised.
Jian Yiling's other supplies were delivered by the housekeeper after Jian Yiling arrived at the hospital, including Jian Yiling's mobile phone.
Then Jian Yiling added Jian Yumin as a friend and sent him a red envelope.
Jian Yumin clicked on the red envelope, and it turned out to be 8.88, not a penny too much but not a penny more.
Jian Yumin looked at the red envelope and smiled happily.
"Then let's do this. I'll sing a few more songs for you, so that I can make a lot of money this morning."
"Yeah." Jian Yiling agreed to the proposal.
Jian Yumin continued to sing to Jian Yiling.
After singing a song, Jian Yiling gave him a red envelope worth 8.88.
By the time the old lady and the housekeeper came back, Jian Yumin had already received five red envelopes from Jian Yiling.
Total income 44.4.
The old lady and the housekeeper brought a lot of food. There was indeed white porridge, but there were also many other things.
"Want to drink white porridge or millet porridge?" Jian Yumin asked Jian Yiling.
Now I can only give her some porridge. Her only choice is to choose between white porridge and millet porridge. She can only look at the rest and wait until she is better before she can eat the others.
"Millet, porridge."
After Jian Yiling finished choosing, Jian Yumin raised Jian Yiling's bed, then scooped a spoonful of it and brought it to Jian Yiling's mouth.
Jian Yiling felt a little awkward, "I'll eat it myself."
Jian Yiling had never had anyone feed her before.
"What if you can't hold it steady? If you spill it, you'll be in trouble. It's safer for me to feed you."
Jian Yumin insisted that he should feed Jian Yiling.
Jian Yiling had no choice but to accept it, sipping the millet porridge that Jian Yumin brought to his mouth.
While feeding, Jian Shulu, Wen Nuan, Jian Yuncheng and Jian Yunao came.
It was the old lady who informed them.
Wen Nuan quickly walked to the bedside and looked at Jian Yiling, who had a pale face on the hospital bed. He was filled with sadness: "Xiao Ling, are you feeling better?"
Warm's voice trembled slightly, and tears came out of his eyes unconsciously.
Jian Shutao and Jian Yuncheng stood at the door, their brows furrowed.
Jian Yunao did not come in. He was asked by Jian Yuncheng to wait outside the door.
Jian Yunnao, who was standing outside the door, glanced at the situation in the room from a distance and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
Some words from his eldest brother Jian Yuncheng rang in his ears.
Mother's tears, father's melancholy, and...
Jian Yunnao's eyes swept over Jian Yiling without stopping, but he still saw her pale face.