"Uh... No, no." Jia Meng subconsciously covered his bag and confirmed that the "Divorce Agreement" had been taken with him.
"Then do you want to go back and look for it again?" Tang Xiaojian said tentatively.
"No need."
Tang Xiaojian was a little sad, lowered his head and said, "I'm afraid you will leave regrets. After all, this may be the last time we have a chance to be here..."
"No regrets." Jia Meng smiled lightly, relieved Tang Xiaojian, pointed to his mobile phone and said, "Actually, I just lied to you. I used your mobile phone to save my mother's most important relics."
"What is the most important relic of Aunt Zhen?"
"Look at the photo album!"
Tang Xiaojian opened the album and saw the photo of Zhen Sixue that had been hung in the old house for many years.
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Before that, he had caught a glimpse of the black and white photo from a distance at the door of the room. At this moment, he jumped into his eyes from the mobile phone so close, and he had to startle him.
"Is this... the relic you want most?"
"Is there anything more important than my mother's voice and smile! Do you think so?"
Tang Xiaojian couldn't answer, and the sky was getting late outside the window of the ward and said, "My dear, I have to live in the hospital these few days. The ward environment is not good. Let me book a hotel nearby for you!"
"No trouble, I'll be with you in the ward. Just let the nurse give me an extra bed here!"
To have the opportunity to escape from Jia's small courtyard and stay in the outside world for the time being, it was a novel experience for Jia Meng.
Even when she slept in the hospital ward, she felt very contented and didn't feel aggrieved at all.
Tang Xiaojian stroked Jia Meng's white and smooth back of his hand, and said distressedly: "My dear, you are so kind. But... Isn't it inconvenient?"
"What's the inconvenience? We haven't lived together before!"
Tang Xiaojian looked for himself after sending a bunch of private chats to Dongfang Rumeng in the middle of the night last night. He had no time to log into the fantasy mobile game. He flipped through the phone desktop subconsciously, his eyes secretly fixed on the icon, and said, "I sleep at night. It’s late, I’m afraid I’ll disturb you if I play on my mobile phone."
"Which girl do you want to voice chat with on your mobile phone?" Jia Meng felt that Tang Xiaojian's expression was a little weird, and asked sharply.
"How is it possible! I, Tang Xiaojian, only knew you as a girl since I was a child, and you are my world!"
Tang Xiaojian's survival test has always been a perfect answer, but Jia Meng can still vaguely guess that he must have a guilty conscience.
"Since it won't, then there is no argument against me!"
Tang Xiaojian's face was still full of worries and doubts. He clearly didn't have any symptoms of discomfort. He still pressed the call bell on the bedside of the hospital bed several times, and hurriedly called the nurse.
Soon the door of this single ward was pushed open, and a young man dressed as a standard nurse, in a bun, walked in with broken steps. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest computer terminal: https://
"Excuse me, what is your uncomfortable place?" The woman professionally held the record book and looked at Tang Xiaojian who was lying in her pussy with a pen.
Jia Meng felt that the voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
She stood up and walked in front of the young woman. It really was a familiar face!
"You are Qingyan! Do you remember us?" Jia Meng was surprised to hold her wrist. "A few months ago, the wedding photos were taken at Weiran Villa! You are in charge of receiving us, and you are the chief director of our wedding photos. !"
"Miss, you...recognized the wrong person!"
The young woman who looked like Qingyan threw away Jia Meng's hand, her expression of disgust was completely opposite to the diligent and enthusiastic appearance when she was in Weiran Mountain Villa.
Tang Xiaojian couldn't help but look up at the face of the nurse, and found that, as Jia Meng said, she was very similar to the woman named Qingyan!
Although the makeup and clothing styles are different, the body and facial features, hairstyle, walking style, and speaking voice are exactly the same!
Intuitively told Tang Xiaojian that Qing Yan and the nurse are not twins, but they are themselves!
Tang Xiaojian also seemed to follow Jia Meng to recognize people, but the shame of Weiran Villa's rejection of marriage was also engraved on Tang Xiaojian's heart like a brand. He wished that no one would remember it.
So Tang Xiaojian took Jia Meng away and said embarrassingly: "Miss Nurse, I'm sorry, my baby did recognize the wrong person!"
The nurse smiled awkwardly, still holding a pen, professionally holding a medical record book and asking Tang Xiaojian: "Excuse me, what is your discomfort?"
She lowered her head and no longer looked at them.
"I'm not sick." Tang Xiaojian said.
"Master Tang, please don't ring the call bell at will next time you are fine next time, it will delay our work."
"Haha, Qingyan, it's really you, otherwise, why do you still remember his name is Young Master Tang?" Jia Meng only wanted to expose the identity of Miss Nurse.
The nurse pointed at the words "Patient-Tang Xiaojian" on the card posted by the disease and said, "Isn't there a name?"
Jia Meng got excited and couldn't help but get up and walked to the lady nurse again. He was about to blurt out, "Do you call all the male patients the young master", but was held back by Tang Xiaojian.
"Qing...Miss nurse, if you don't feel unwell, it doesn't mean there is nothing wrong. Don't you have to look for a nurse if you have anything?" Tang Xiaojian said with his legs up.
"Then what's the matter with you?" The nurse asked patiently and barely smiled.
"Excuse me, please give my baby an extra bed in this ward, and add another curtain between the two beds. Thank you!"
Tang Xiaojian stated his needs straightforwardly.
Jia Meng is a little puzzled. An extra bed is naturally needed, but why is there a curtain to separate it
"Do you think your house opened the hospital?" The pen that the nurse was about to record in her hand fell to the floor.
Jia Meng hurriedly explained: "Just add an extra bed, the curtain is unnecessary, it's too troublesome, but also a support..."
The nurse bent over and picked up a pen, carefully wrote on the notebook, and said: "However, your request is not too much. We will send someone to give you an extra bed and put up a curtain later."
As soon as the voice fell, the nurse took her elegant small steps and walked out of the ward.
Jia Meng was surprised. She didn't expect that this woman who looked like a green smoke would actually agree to such an unreasonable request.
"She must be the blue smoke of Weiran Villa!" Jia Meng said to Tang Xiaojian.
"How is it possible? Even if you change careers, you won't be so fast, right? It's an exaggeration to switch from a director to a nurse, baby, don't think too much!"
"But how come there are two people who look exactly the same in this world? Besides, I always think she recognizes us!"
"Could it be that this lady nurse and that Qingyan are twin sisters? Haha." Tang Xiaojian joked calmly.