After I went bankrupt, the school beauty became a CEO and wanted to support me?

Wei Xiaoxia couldn't help laughing.

It's an occupational disease!

They are all occupational diseases.

She said, "I think the other doctors still need your support."

"I agree with that."

Chen Shu nodded.

I feel a little sorry for Wei Xiaoxia's colleagues.

I'm looking for a pen all day long.

Hey ~

Finished the room check.

Wei Xiaoxia left with a box of pens given by Chen Shuo.

Chen Shuo moved a stool and sat beside Song Wanbai's bed and asked:

"Mom, where is my dad?"

"He just went out to buy breakfast. Didn't you see him?"

Song Wanbai looked at the statement in front of him.

After not seeing him for a few days, Chen Shuo has become a little darker, but his skin is fair enough. The fact that I think he is dark is completely due to my old mother's mentality.

She couldn't help but frowned:

"Look at you, you can't even get a tan even though you're delivering food?"

"I don't know who to follow."

Chen Shuo picked at the orange in his hand and said nonchalantly:

"It's up to you."

"Besides, I usually get off work delivering food at night, okay? How can I get a tan?"

"Not to mention, I also work part-time as a guide and nurse in the hospital on weekends, so I don't get any sun exposure at all."

When Song Wanbai heard this, it seemed to be true.

Chen Shu continued, "But I'm developing another project now, and I make pancakes downstairs in the office this morning."

"I'm not saying this, but the profit margins from running a breakfast stall are really high! They're much higher than what I make delivering food, but I can only work there for a little over an hour a day."

Are you asking about other times?

The rest of the time, the cows and horses are working hard at their workstations.

There is not a hair downstairs.

He's still showing off.

Thinking.

Chen Shuo opened his mouth and took a bite of the orange.

I'm sooooooooooooooo!

very sour!

It was so sour that he gasped.

Song Wanbai felt very sorry when he heard this:

“That’s a pity.

Otherwise, you can earn more money for Mom’s medical expenses.”

Chen Shu's mouth twitched, and he sarcastically said, "You really are my real mother."

"That's not the case!"

Song Wanbai looked at him with a smile.

Chen Shu pulled the corner of his mouth, looked at the orange in his hand, and suddenly showed a bright smile:

"Mom, eat oranges!"

"I peeled it just for you."

Song Wanbai glanced at the orange, waved his hand and said, "I don't like sour food."

"Sweet!"

The statement must be guaranteed with solemn oath.

"Then try it first."

"to make!"

Chen Shuo peeled another petal and put it in his mouth——

Who bought the oranges?

It's too sour!

However, facing Song Wanbai, he remained calm and said, "Sweet!"

"Really? Let me try it."

Song Wanbai took the orange and pretended to put it into his mouth.

Chen Shuo looked at it, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

next second.

"Open your mouth."

"what?"

A large piece of orange was stuffed into his mouth.

Chen Shu was so upset that tears started streaming from the corners of his mouth.

"You little brat, are you still playing tricks on your mother?"

"I've eaten more salt than you've walked!"

Song Wanbai snorted.

Mom!

This is my real mother!

Mom!

This is really my real mother!

Chen Shuo looked at Song Wanbai, whose prank had been successful, and grimaced in the sourness, but he continued to swallow the orange.

Song Wanbai looked at his son's funny and playful appearance, and the corners of his pale lips curled up.

"I won't eat sour ones."

"It's a shame to waste."

Chen Shuo sucked his lips and said, "All of this was bought with money."

Only when he became poor did he understand what it meant that "every grain of rice is hard-earned."

"That's true."

Song Wanbai nodded, agreeing very much with the statement, then reached out to open the drawer and discussed:

"Son, can you eat the rest too?"

statement:"……"

He looked at the drawer full of oranges and was speechless.

Today is definitely not the right time!

"son?"

"Xiao Shu?"

"A small narrative~"

Seeing that he hadn't come back to his senses for a long time, Song Wanbai kept calling him.

Then he continued to complain:

"Your father picked them from the orchard. They're so sour, but he still insists they're all natural, pollution-free, and pesticide-free."

"I think your dad is just being cheap!"

"I think so too, so let's leave all these oranges for my dad to eat."

Chen Shu quickly closed the drawer. It was sour!

Song Wanbai saw his impatient movements and her eyes narrowed.

The window in the ward was opened a little, and the naughty wind came in, blowing the curtains and bringing Shengxia to Song Wanbai.