Cheng Haoming was in a bad mood because he was unable to go with Su Qiao and had to listen to a bunch of nonsense from his mother. He turned around and went upstairs with his luggage bag.
I had only taken two steps when I saw Mei Yuxin coming down the stairs.
"Why did you come down? Didn't I tell you to rest in your room?"
Mei Yuxin's eyes swept across the luggage bag in his hand, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes: "I'm a little tired of lying down, so I came out for a walk."
"Come and sit down."
Mrs. Cheng hurried over and enthusiastically helped the person down the stairs.
When he passed by his silly son, he couldn't help but give him a look: "Haoming, why don't you hold on to him? What if he gets bumped?"
Although Cheng Haoming was a little angry with Mei Yuxin, he still dropped his luggage, walked over and helped her sit on the sofa: "You are pregnant now, don't run around."
"I see."
Mei Yuxin nodded calmly and immediately mentioned Su Qiao: "How is Su Qiao?"
"Her condition is unstable. She has to stay in a nursing home and won't be back in the short term."
In fact, when Su Qiao chose to go to a sanatorium at this time, Cheng Haoming breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, and his mental stress was suddenly reduced a lot.
Madam Cheng snorted coldly, "Humph, it's just right that you left, so you don't have to get in the way here."
In her eyes, Mei Yuxin is a treasure, and Su Qiao is just a weed.
One is simple and filial, and can help her conceive grandchildren; the other is vain, sinister, and can't even lay an egg.
Anyone with a brain knows who to choose.
"Don't you live in the old nursing home?"
On the other side, Su Qiao discovered that there was something wrong with the route they took to the sanatorium.
"It's still the same sanatorium as before, but now we live not on the hill in front, but in a separate courtyard in the back hill.
The car arrived at the destination quickly and stopped in front of a large yard.
In the yard, there is a white three-story building surrounded by white wooden fences.
"This place is also within the scope of the sanatorium, but it is separated and is more quiet. The surrounding scenery and air are also better."
Qi Muhan explained to her while helping her move the luggage out of the car.
Su Qiao pushed open the small white wooden gate, walked into the yard and took a quick look around.
A sea of flowers, peach trees, grape trellises, swings, streams, bamboo pavilions, stone tables and benches, wooden corridors, bluestone paths, and vegetable gardens.
It is simple yet elegant, and it is truly a great place for self-cultivation.
Su Qiao blinked: "This, is it too... I don't have that much money."
Although he had given her a sum of money as compensation for the car accident, and she herself also had some savings left by her grandmother, that money would not last long if she wanted to live in such a good place.
Since it is a separate courtyard of the sanatorium, it must be equipped with some basic medical equipment.
In addition, there should be servants who specialize in taking care of these flowers, plants and trees.
The cost is not low, it must be over a million a year, right
Qi Muhan laughed a little and tapped her head gently: "Don't worry, it's free. All your expenses here are free."
"This sanatorium originally belonged to me, including this entire hill."
Su Qiao's mouth became an O shape.
So rich!
She quickly followed him: "Brother Qi, can being a doctor be so rich now?"
"Haha, Brother Qi, I'm not just any ordinary doctor."
Compared to when he first smiled at Su Qiao, Qi Muhan's smile was much more natural.