Quick Wear: Devil's Whisper

Jing Xi was not willing to suffer any loss, so he took his son to his brother to complain.

The top floor of a high-end office building in the city center was booked by a firm. Liang Qian leaned on a recliner by the floor-to-ceiling window, flipping through an ancient book in his hands.

One of the pages introduced a secret recipe for beauty care from the ancient palace. Liang Qian scoffed at it, but if it were the old devil who valued his face so much, he would probably like it very much.

Speak of the devil, and he will appear. Jing Xi swaggered in, holding his son in his arms.

Jing Xi asked Liang Qian why she hung up on him?

Liang Qian said indifferently: "No need to borrow money."

Jing Xi snorted coldly and walked to the magic mirror to admire her beautiful face. Sure enough, the black energy had dissipated a lot, it seemed that the effect was good.

These magical instruments all have spirits. Now the mirror spirit is almost annoyed to death by Jing Xi. He asks it the same question every time, and the mirror spirit is about to vomit from answering, "You are beautiful, you are beautiful, you are the most beautiful in the three realms."

Liang Qian asked him why he came back instead of doing his mission properly?

Jing Xi's eyes lit up, and he immediately switched from being a narcissist to a complainer, belittling the unscrupulous guild and demanding that Liang Qian cancel the contract.

Liang Qian had cleaned up his mess more than once or twice, which meant it was not a problem.

Jing Xi noticed that Liang Qian was in a good mood today, so he brought his son over and said to him, "All the rich brothers go to other people's live broadcast rooms to be nobles. Your father is really miserable. I don't even have anyone to support the scene. I guess he is not worthy of it."

Liang Qian remained unmoved and calmly turned a page of the book.

Jing Xi continued, "Qianqian, kowtow to your brother and ask him to open a royal family for dad."

Qianqian is a trained dog and is definitely not comparable to an ordinary Husky. She immediately posed and kowtowed to the handsome guy who was reading a book.

Liang Qian put down the ancient book in his hand, looked at the stupid dog that was sticking its butt up high and trying hard to pose, and asked coldly: "What do you call it?"

Jing Xi thought to himself that this was bad, so he picked up his son and teleported to the corridor at the door. He made a heart shape with his hands to Liang Qian in a flattering manner, "You will always be my favorite baby, I love you~"

Assistant Xiao Hu looked at the big devil's rapidly fleeing figure and once again sighed at his boss's profound skills. He was not angry to death. Could it be that the boss actually likes this?

Seeing that a commission had been messed up by a rookie clerk, Xiao Hu hardened his heart, took the report into the office, and wanted to express his loyalty like King Jing, but was slapped away.

The beautiful Liu, wearing high heels, stepped over the body of Assistant Hu and ruthlessly revealed the truth, "It's hard to say what kind of person the boss likes, but he definitely doesn't like you."

Assistant Xiao Hu struggled to survive, "Sister, your heels are too thin. Don't pay attention to me in the future. I don't like you."

It was a pity that the beautiful Liu was able to talk back, which meant that she was not completely dead and there was still room for rescue. What a pity.

Driving consumes fuel and taking a taxi costs money, so Jing Xi teleported directly to the safety passage of the People’s Hospital.

Pets are definitely not allowed in the hospital. Qianqian was thrown into the space. Now she is opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue, trying hard to breathe in the fresh air. She thinks the northwest wind here is sweet.

Yang Lei pushed open the door of the emergency passage and found Yang Haoming's bed with familiarity. Looking at his still sleeping face, he felt a pity in his heart, this guy only has to live for a few more years!

When Yao Xiuli came back with lunch, she saw Yang Lei sitting on a chair beside the bed, peeling a banana, and there was a pile of orange peels on the cabinet next to him.

The corners of Yao Xiuli's mouth twitched. It turned out that this boy was not here to see his father, but came here to eat some fruit.

Yang Haoming on the hospital bed had woken up a long time ago. Yang Lei was like a pig. He had never stopped eating since he came in. He had already eaten four oranges, a handful of cherries, and a banana. If Yao Xiuli didn't come back, he would start eating dragon fruit.

If you ask how Yang Haoming knew this, of course it was Yang Lei himself who told him. He couldn't stop eating. While peeling the banana peel, he kept muttering that oranges were not as sweet as tangerines, that small bananas were better, that big cherries were not as good as cherries, that white-hearted dragon fruits deserved to be eliminated, and that he would not eat those that were not red-hearted...

Yang Haoming was almost annoyed. He never knew Yang Lei could be so talkative. His mother wasn't like that either. Could it be that he developed this habit after becoming a host?

In fact, Yang Haoming woke up in the ambulance that day and had a comprehensive physical examination in the hospital. There was no major problem. If his family members were worried, he could stay in the hospital for a day for observation. The doctor's attitude was very clear. There are beds available. If you are really willing to spend the money, then stay!

Yang Haoming actually went through the hospitalization procedures. He didn't want to use this place as a sanatorium. He just wanted to use it to scare Yang Lei, and when he felt guilty, he would use the excuse of poor health to quit his job.

Yang Haoming is only 54 years old this year. If he wants to wait until retirement, he has to work for another six years. He works in a property management company and works very hard, but his monthly salary is only 3,500 yuan. On the other hand, Yang Lei just sits in front of the computer and says a few words, and he earns more in a day than he does in a month. It is not too much to ask him to pay some alimony.

When Yang's mother was sick before, Yang Lei ran around for her. Even though he knew the disease was incurable, he still took her to various places to seek medical treatment and medicine. She originally had only four months to live, but her life was extended by a year. So it's better to have money.

Yang Haoming was hospitalized because of Yang Lei's anger. This rebellious son didn't even call him. He had been hospitalized for two days before Yang Lei came. Not only did he come to visit the patient empty-handed, he also stood by his bedside and muttered as soon as he entered the room: "I thought he was a strong old bastard, but he turned out to be a tofu dregs that would break at the slightest poke."

"You are so old, don't you understand? Only by keeping your mind pure and desires few, and avoiding anger, ignorance, greed, and lust, can you live a long life. You may be old physically, but your heart is not old."

"It is said that there are no filial sons around a long-term sick bed. You have been in the hospital for less than 48 hours, and Aunt Xiuli and Xiaoyuan are not accompanying you? Oh! I understand. Xiaoyuan must have gone to accompany his girlfriend. After all, for a man, the most important thing is always a woman. On this issue, you have the most say."

"How do you take care of a patient? Bananas are high in sugar, eating too many oranges will cause yellow faces, eating too many cherries will cause constipation, and eating too much dragon fruit will turn urine red. Although your son is in debt now, you can't let people misunderstand that you, as a father, are also poor and have blood in your urine. Let your son share these hidden dangers with you~"

Then Yang Lei sat beside and kept eating. Although these fruits were not as delicious as those from Liang Qian, looking at the old scumbag's gloomy face and the corners of his mouth twitching from time to time, he felt that the fruit in his mouth was especially sweet.

You were clearly awake when he came in, but you insisted on lying on the bed pretending to be asleep. Then just continue lying there. It won't interrupt his conversation anyway.