It doesn’t matter, my boyfriend is a eunuch!

Liu Jiang was trying to change the subject, and Lin Zhihe understood it very well.

He changed the subject so dryly because he hated the "reverse" situation between the two of them and hated Lin Zhihe having the upper hand.

Of course, Lin Zhihe fully understood all of this. After all, a domineering president also needs to save face.

"How do you want to talk about it?" Lin Zhihe asked with great interest.

"Your injuries are not even minor. We must settle it privately." Liu Jiang didn't mention how to talk, but just said all these random words.

"so what?"

"So..." Liu Jiang looked up at Lin Zhihe and smiled calmly, "Tell me your terms of reconciliation."

Into the title.

Lin Zhihe nodded and said, "Nine hundred and fifty thousand. You pay nine hundred and fifty thousand and I will settle it immediately." This means that it is not impossible for Lin Zhihe to beat Uncle Yi.

Liu Jiang didn't seem to expect Lin Zhihe to speak so loudly. He was obviously surprised for a moment, and then he regained his composure.

He still looked superior, as if he had the power over Lin Zhihe's life and death.

"Nine hundred and fifty thousand is enough to buy your life." Liu Jiang squeezed out these words from between his teeth and looked at Lin Zhihe gloomily.

Lin Zhihe was not angry, "Okay, then let Uncle Yi stay in the detention center for more than ten days."

She pointed to the red marks on her neck and said, "This is all evidence. You almost killed me!"

"You said you almost died, so what's the big deal about not dying?"

"If this is your attitude, we don't need to care about it. I can let Uncle Yi stay in jail for a few days. He has high blood lipids anyway, and he can eat a light diet without being in the detention center. It will be beneficial rather than harmful." Liu Jiang raised his head and looked down at Lin Zhihe lying on the hospital bed.

"You..." Lin Zhihe was at a loss for words.

Aren't they said to be as close as father and son? Why is Liu Jiang really willing to let Uncle Yi stay in the detention center?

Lin Zhihe was a little flustered. She didn't know whether Liu Jiang was trying to confuse her or if he really felt comfortable letting an old man like Uncle Yi stay in the detention center.

Take a gamble.

"Okay, then let him lower his blood lipids."

As the conversation was not going on, Lin Zhihe lay down again, closed his eyes and groped for the quilt.

The room was very quiet, not even the sound of breathing. The occasional "beep" sound from the medical equipment seemed to pierce Lin Zhihe's flustered heart.

She was not as indifferent as she seemed, she just wanted to "extort" some money to speed up the debt repayment process.

It can't be called blackmail, after all, she almost died in Liu Jiang's office. It was because of the experience just now that Lin Zhihe realized that Liu Jiang was a pervert and that staying with him would definitely not end well.

This kind of torture every day is enough for Lin Zhihe to bear.

"Two hundred thousand." Liu Jiang was very decisive, with some impatience.

"Four hundred thousand"

"Okay," Liu Jiang agreed readily.

It’s over, there will be less.

Lin Zhihe stood up and pointed to the door, "Goodbye."

"I just want to see you." Liu Jiang suddenly stuttered, completely different from the arrogant him.

"Brother, don't I want to rest? Why don't I sleep so late at night? You're just staring at me when I'm asleep?" Lin Zhihe was furious again.

"Didn't you sleep all day? Can you still sleep at night?"

"Get out of here!"

The debt suddenly became 550,000. Lin Zhihe, lying on the hospital bed, breathed a sigh of relief. If this month's salary was added, the debt would completely become 500,000.

It doesn't sound so unacceptable anymore. You can get it by working hard for a few years.

She still stayed in the hospital even though the doctor kept shaking his head at her and told her that she was already cured.

The service in private hospitals, especially in luxury wards like this one, is astonishingly good.

Lin Zhihe was so nostalgic for the sick meal that she wanted to rush to the cafeteria as soon as she opened her eyes. Not to mention the different afternoon teas every day.

During the few days in the hospital, Lin Zhihe gained two kilograms and his face seemed to be rounder.

This was not discovered by her, but by the annoying Liu Jiang.

Liu Jiang angrily kicked the door open and rushed to the window, asking bluntly: "Are you still planning to stay in the hospital..."

Before he could finish his words, he froze in a daze, staring at her.

He was looking at her, and seemed to be in a trance. His consciousness had already wandered to somewhere unknown, but his mouth was opening and closing.

"It's more like it, that's it!" Liu Jiang muttered to himself.

"Her face is a little round like this..."

Wow, Sister Bai’s food looks pretty good too.

No, whose face is round?

Lin Zhihe sat up instantly, walked to the mirror and looked at herself in it. It seemed that she was indeed rounder than when she was admitted to the hospital.

"Ah?" Lin Zhihe touched his face, "Why am I so fat..."

"What's wrong with being fat? A little fatter is better!" Liu Jiang looked at her face lovingly beside the mirror, feeling infatuated.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Zhihe quickly took several steps back, keeping a long distance from Liu Jiang, while still warning him with his eyes.

However, Liu Jiang was very honest. He seemed to be only attracted by her face and had no interest in her as a person.

"Liu Jiang, I think what you said makes sense. I can't stay in the hospital any longer. I'm going to get discharged right away!"

"No, no, no, no," Liu Jiang was so scared that he quickly walked to Lin Zhihe's side and held Lin Zhihe's shoulders tightly with both hands. "You must not lose weight. If you stay for a few more days, you will still have to clean up when you go back. Why do you want to suffer that, right?"

"If you want, you can live here forever!"

"Are you sick? Why am I living here? Do you think this is Disney?"

Liu Jiang's tone became much gentler. "What kind of puree? Do you want to eat fruit puree?"

...

Lin Zhihe gave up communicating with him and rolled her eyes at him.

At Liu Jiang's repeated request, Lin Zhihe reluctantly and unwillingly stayed for a few more days.

She was indeed reluctant to move out, but she felt that life in the hospital was not the same, and she had gained about 6 or 7 kilograms in recent days, and her weight was skyrocketing.