"
Xiaoqiu shrank her head unconsciously into her sister's arms.
This is the instinctive reaction of living things in the face of danger.
I heard it's finally starting to show up.
73.
Murong Jihua is very clear about himself, knowing that his advantage is nothing more than being rich.
——Extremely took out the eight lunch boxes one by one and opened them, and arranged them in a row on the edge of the bed.
White Grilled Wings
Paper Wrapped Chicken
Hualan mandarin fish
Shrimp Fried Eel Back
Fried Pipa Shrimp
Steamed Sea Cucumber
Lotus leaf tamales
soft squid
Well, the colors are very harmonious and unified, red and green are vast, and it looks really good from a distance.
Murong Jihua scooped out a large piece of chicken that was sprinkled with hot sauce with a spoon, and delivered it to Su Xiaoqiu's mouth without saying a word:
"Come on, ah—the train is going through the cave."
Coupled with his deliberately expressionless poker face, Xiao Qiu has the illusion that Granny Meng is pinching her throat and pouring ecstasy soup.
—The chicken nugget was swallowed in one bite, and even the soup on the spoon was licked clean.
—The cave has not been completed, and the road ahead is blocked by landslides.
Su Xiaomo and Xiao Qiu's faces are confused, while Murong Jihua's face is full of colors.
74.
He, Jun, Le.
you again!
——It was he who took the initiative to step forward, biting the colorful spoon in Murong Jihua's hand with his lips and teeth.
To put it bluntly, it is to grab food halfway.
Murong Jihua watched with dry throat as he stuck out the tip of his tongue, sweeping away the last bit of red from the silver spoon.
—Then licked the corner of his mouth, and pointed two fingers on his own lips:
"It's delicious, but it's too greasy, too spicy and spicy. Xiaoqiu should avoid it."
75.
... So lustful, so handsome, so ah.
wrong,
Wow, what he said makes sense.
76.
The small volcano in Murong Jihua's heart went out immediately, and there was not even a wisp of smoke coming out under the monstrous flood named He Junle.
He Junle frowned, and the corners of his lips drew a teasing arc, teasing coldly:
"Young Master, are you trying to harm someone or take care of someone? Tsk, I haven't done anything yet—
Don't let me get bored so quickly. "
77.
Too pretentious.
... It would have been better to just smash him to death with banknotes back then, so as to save such trouble now.
Of course, it is not impossible to do it now, at most, the game will fail, and I will be buried with him.
Kidding.
78.
It's not over yet.
Immediately afterwards, Murong Jihua watched helplessly as He Junle took out the simple food box from behind, and took out a few soft glutinous cakes and a small bowl of rice soup from it as if by magic.
He handed the food box to Su Xiaomo: "I asked the doctor, these things are not harmful to Xiaoqiu's illness. I made them all myself, try it"
Su Xiaomo nodded with misty eyes, thankful: "Thank you, Brother Le."
"nothing."
He Junle's brows were curved, and he leaned forward from the distance. From Murong Jihua's perspective, he could see the slender waist under the snow-white windbreaker:
"There is no need to say thanks between you and me."
"Mo'er, don't worry, with me around, no one can hurt you."
Murong Jihua: "..."
Murong Jihua: "Should I be bright or green now?"
78.5
If there was a little bit of him just now—feeling that he and He Junle were like a CP who came to visit a child together, now he only feels like an oversized light bulb;
Or the Hulun Buir Grassland on the mother planet of the earth.
It really lost the face of the overlord.
Something has to be done.
It's up to me, I can't do it without me, things that He Junle can't do.
He looked around in place, his eyes fixed on an inconspicuous spider web in the corner of the ward.
Take it to heart.
78.9
So he pressed the terminal on his wrist and turned on the hands-free dial to Cui Guanshi.
Before he could speak, Guanshi Cui had already learned to be too obedient:
"Young master, don't worry, this Fourth People's Hospital has been under the name of the young master five minutes ago."
"..."
"Oh, by the way, the eight takeaway shops that the young master visited 24 minutes ago called, and they all offered to provide free lifetime takeaway services to my house."
"..."
"Master, is there any other request?"
"..."
79.
Murong Jihua squinted, and He Junle's expression was half a smile, with an undisguised mocking look, and it was written almost plainly on his face:
A good hand, poor play.
80.
Is it too late to turn off the hands-free that was turned on just to pretend
Murong Jihua took three deep breaths, waited until his voice stabilized, and then ordered in a deep voice:
"...book me the next month's itinerary for the royal family of country A, and call an S-class double-decker ambulance.
Yes, transfer to the best hospital in the city center, the one I own half of.
At least eight teams of bodyguards should also be sent to clear the way for guards. I want to let a patient here get the best treatment experience. "
Under Xiaoqiu and Su Xiaomo's surprised eyes, Murong Jihua swallowed "let those eight restaurants disappear from the map" abruptly.
After hanging up the terminal, Murong Jihua glanced at He Junle's face with triumphant eyes, raised his jaw, and said in a frivolous ending:
"see that?"
"It's great to have money."
No matter how capable you are, Xiaokuangshao, you are still not against the sky. Can you cook for Su Xiaodi? Can you buy the whole hospital for him
81.
Su Xiaomo twisted her snow-white long skirt, and lightly pursed her cherry lips: "...I will pay you back the money I owe you..."
Murong Jihua sighed silently, since he sent himself a good card, this prosperous white lotus has become much more gentle and normal.
Yes, well-behaved.
Of course, except for her exaggerated cartoon paper figure facial features.
It's a pity that even if there is no emotion, the character design and plot do not allow him and her to have a peaceful daily life.
... He must be unreasonable, he must be domineering and selfish, and he must grow up slowly.
And she must bear it.
If he and she weren't the hero and heroine of this forced Marysu game, I'm afraid they could live a lot more comfortably with each other.
But now...
"Woman, is this young master short of your money? It's your duty to please me before this young master gets tired of playing around."
Under the charm of money, Murong Jihua regained his self-confidence. He folded his arms on his chest, leaned against the wall, and announced with great air:
"Listen to me, so-and-so, whether I like your Mo'er or not is one thing, but the war between the two of us is another."
"Admitting defeat is never the style of a boss."
- The heroine can let it go first, the second male must die!
Without competitors, are you afraid that the duck you got will fly away
82.
Murong Jihua will almost always remember that day.
In the ward where people come and go, there seems to be a lot of noise and noise, and it seems that the peaceful years are just right.
He and the man named He Junle, separated by the busy security guards and nurses, one stood at the west end, and the other stood at the east end, looking at each other across the air, sparks radiated.
At this time, the other party smiled suddenly.
— very inappropriately, a rare non-sarcasm, as if just seeing something interesting, a sincere smile that any teenager can bloom.
——So a miracle happened, the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder in the room quietly sank to the bottom of the lake, and above the lake was a noble and cold snow-capped mountain.
83.
"It's too ugly."
—Murong Jihua knows that this is definitely not her sincere words.
nocturnal boy
84.
Ten minutes later, the cordon on the street was pulled neatly;
Twenty minutes later, four teams of police cars were in place;
Thirty minutes later, the luxurious double-decker royal ambulance stopped at the downstairs of the hospital on time.
It's good to have money.
Murong Jihua sighed sincerely.
85.
Su Xiaoqiu, who saw this posture for the first time, was obviously terrified, her two big eyes kept rolling on President Murong's body, and her blood pressure soared five degrees after a while—
Helplessly, amidst Su Xiaomo's whimpering, Murong Jihua was "driven" out of the ambulance and sat in the police car with him.
With a group of burly bodyguards, and He Junle.
Murong Jihua squinted at He Junle who was also sitting in the back row of the police car, separated from him by a giant burly man.
Hope to see a trace of unwillingness and shame on his face.
"I'm just so awesome, are you afraid?"
—In the words of Murong Jihua, watching other men suffer can satisfy all men's bad roots hidden deep in their souls.
But he was doomed to be disappointed.
He Junle only left himself a sharp side face, which was calm and peaceful. He clicked on the phone with his left hand, seemingly not paying attention to it at all.
86.
Murong Jihua felt an unexplained anger.
What a nice phone! Look around, is this the formation that common people like you often see
I really don't have to look at you, look at me, don't you think that my rival in love is more handsome than you and richer than you, which makes you feel a lot of psychological pressure? !
No.
He Junle's indifferent profile had already given him the answer.
Murong Jihua coughed lightly, but He Junle remained indifferent;
Murong Jihua hummed a ditty, He Junle was as stable as Mount Tai;
Murong Jihua shook his legs and snapped his fingers, while He Jun played with his mobile phone happily.
The strong bodyguard in the middle: "Boss, are you motion sick?"
He Junle: "..."
Murong Jihua: "... just treat me as a bit."
87.
All the way is smooth, and everything in the future will be a matter of course.
In the central hospital, the chief physician of the royal family has been waiting for a long time. As soon as Su Xiaoqiu arrived, he was arranged clearly and was admitted to the best hospital without any effort. After all the dust settled, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After a lot of work, Su Xiaomo sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked the forehead of his sleeping brother, sobbing softly with tears in his eyes:
"Great... thank you."
Murong Jihua was stunned for a moment,