overdue lover

Hearing the sound of someone entering the door, Liang Jing got up quickly, hiding her body back as if afraid of being misunderstood, and turned her head to look at the person.

When she found out that it was Ji Qinglin, she seemed to be relieved again, with an expression as if she was caught stealing something on the spot.

Her movements and demeanor were not even as natural as Xia Meng.

"Small steamed buns and soy milk outside the gate of the community." Ji Qinglin pretended not to see the towel she hid beside her, went straight to the table, put breakfast on it, then picked up the clothes that Ji Fengyou changed last night, and picked up The basin walked towards the bathroom, "Eat breakfast quickly, I'll do the laundry."

When he came out again, he saw that Liang Jing had only drank soy milk, and the package of the steamed buns hadn't been opened.

"Why don't you eat?" Ji Qinglin avoided her gaze and asked while drying the clothes.

What followed was Ji Qinglin's usual low-pitched scolding.

"...I just steamed a pot of steamed buns two days ago, and I kept them in the refrigerator. I can eat them for many days. Tell me, why are you wasting money? The Xiaolongbao at the gate of the community is a few cents more expensive than the ones sold in the hospital cafeteria. , these few cents are not money anymore? Ji Qinglin, why are you such a prodigal..."

Ji Qinglin has heard these words since he was a child. He used to talk about Ji Fengyou, but later Ji Fengyou seldom went to buy things at home, so it became a special rebuke to Ji Qinglin.

In the past, Ji Qinglin would retort a few words in a low voice to prove that he did not spend money recklessly, but today he was uncharacteristically silent, with his head lowered, his eyes looking at the unknown stains on the floor tiles, his slightly red and swollen eyes hidden in the shadow of his hair.

Liang Jing stopped talking when she had said enough, and after looking at the steamed stuffed bun, she still didn't eat it, and only drank the soy milk.

"I've talked to the doctor. When will the surgery be performed and when will the dressing be changed? It's up to the hospital's arrangement. Don't think about it, just take care of your dad." Liang Jing got up and started packing her things.

Only then did Ji Qinglin look up at her, "Are you leaving now?"

Liang Jing rolled her eyes, "Otherwise? I don't live up to my expectations, my son and son are incapable, why don't you rely on me?!"

It happened that another family member of the patient came in, so her voice became smaller and smaller, "What the hell did you do to put the two of you together... oh..."

Ji Qinglin didn't understand why she agreed to adopt him.

Seeing Liang Jing busy, he almost asked this question.

"Hey, that's right," Liang Jing walked up to Ji Qinglin while pulling the zipper of her backpack, "How is your work? Has the boss granted you leave?"

Ji Qinglin didn't react for a moment, and after a pause, he said perfunctorily: "...um."

Liang Jing keenly noticed his avoidance, and looked at him suspiciously, "Is there anything wrong with your studio?"

Ji Qinglin pulled the corners of his lips reluctantly, "It's nothing, I'm not busy recently, so Xin He gave me a leave of absence."

Liang Jing's expression was as serious as ever, and she couldn't tell whether she believed it or not. Ji Qinglin's heart remained in suspense until she left.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, the old man in the next bed who fell into cerebral edema due to epilepsy suddenly vomited profusely. He couldn't catch his last breath and choked to death on the hospital bed.

Doctors and nurses rescued him for a long time but failed to save him. The family members had no time to grieve, so they put a shroud on the old man as soon as possible while his body was still soft, and the whole family waited for the staff of the funeral home to pick him up.

During this period, the old man's descendants, men, women, old and young, cried together, and some even cried until they passed out.

The funeral home workers arrived, and a group of people wailed after the body, their cries echoing in the empty hallway.

After they left, the nurses and cleaners wore thick masks and pushed instruments in to clean and disinfect the ward.

Ji Qinglin was sitting by the window watching all this, the loud cries and the alarm of the heartbeat monitor stung his brain, the pungent smell of disinfectant alcohol mixed with the smell of vomit made his stomach Can't help but toss.

After completely quieting down, Ji Qinglin rushed into the bathroom and retched a few times, but couldn't spit out anything.

He came out of the bathroom with one hand on the wall, and the male nurse he knew smiled when he saw his pale face, "Is this unbearable?"

Ji Qinglin wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, his expression was a bit ugly.

The male nurse patted him on the shoulder, "Just get used to it, a lot of people are sent away here every day."

Ji Qinglin smiled wryly in his heart, thinking how could he get used to this kind of thing, and it wasn't a scratch or a bump.

After about twenty minutes of tidying up, the messy ward just now took on a new look. Ji Qinglin sat in his original position and looked at the neatly covered hospital bed, imagining it as a beast with a big white mouth, quietly waiting for the next unlucky person to arrive .

Ji Qinglin shuddered, and hurriedly looked away.

Mr. Floys has not responded to the message he sent in the morning. Mr. Floys said that the sick puppy has recovered and played well with the briquettes, so Ji Qinglin doesn't have to worry.

By the way, I also sent a photo of Luo Huan hugging the dogs in a hurry.

The photo came at the right time, Ji Qinglin couldn't help curling up her lips, the shadow of death was healed a lot by the dogs.

He described what he had just experienced to Mr. Floys in as calm a tone as possible. The other party seemed to be offline and did not reply to him.

His lonely expression was reflected on the darkened phone screen.

Ji Qinglin couldn't help looking at Ji Fengyou who was on the hospital bed.

Since childhood, many people have said that he does not look like Ji Fengyou, and some people say that he does not look like Liang Jing, and some relatives have said that "you are a child picked up by mom and dad". Ji Qinglin originally thought it was just a joke. But I didn't expect them to become a prophecy.

Or maybe they already knew the truth, just to see themselves naively and anxiously explaining their life experience to satisfy their curiosity.

Either way, it's creepy.

Ji Qinglin felt that he had been living in a lie, as if he had never broken free.

He didn't know who to tell this matter to, and it seemed that only Mr. Floys was willing to listen to him.

Ji Qinglin decided to tell Mr. Floys about this matter, and then listen to his opinion.

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After getting out of the elevator, Gu Yinmo and Xin He met face to face.

Xin He was half-supporting a girl carefully, and the rings of the same style on their hands proved their identities.

When he saw Gu Yinmo, he stopped in his footsteps, and the smile on his face was very hypocritical.

Gu Yinmo happened to have plans to meet Xin He, so he sent an invitation directly.

"Mr. Xin, is it convenient for Fang to chat?"

Xin He suppressed his smile, and said to the girl, "Go and wait for me in the car."

The girl looked at Gu Yinmo, who had a bad expression, and then at Xin He, feeling a little worried.

Xin He shook her hand and comforted: "It's okay, I'll find you soon."

The girl walked into the elevator with her waist supported, and Xin He followed Gu Yinmo to the corridor where few people passed by.

Gu Yinmo didn't beat around the bush with him, and asked directly: "How many benefits has Sister Na given you - making you willing to sell the resources in your hand."

Xin He laughed, "It wasn't because of Sister Na, it was Ji Qinglin who sold the studio first."

"If I didn't know about the relationship between the two of you, I might still be kept in the dark! Sister Na just gave me a chance to choose again."

Gu Yinmo looked at the irritable man in front of him, and only thought it was funny.

Not only because of the man's self-willedness when making decisions, but also because of Ji Qinglin's ignorance of people.

Gu Yinmo asked coldly: "Then do you know that Sister Na also found Ji Qinglin?"

Xin He was silent, and his eyes were obviously surprised.

"...Contrary to your choice," Gu Yinmo paused, "Ji Qinglin rejected her."

Xin He suddenly sneered, "So, what do you want to explain to me? Say Ji Qinglin is noble? Say he would rather die than surrender? How is he doing now? Isn't he accomplishing nothing?!"

"I'm different from him," Xin He's voice gradually calmed down, full of exhaustion, "I don't have so many choices... Jingjing is going to give birth soon, and I have to think about my family."

Gu Yinmo looked at him quietly for a while, then changed the subject, "Is that girl your wife?"

When Xin He raised his eyes again, he was full of vigilance, "What do you want to do?"

Gu Yinmo shook his head, "Just asking."

"I know that Chairman Gu is powerful and powerful, but she is innocent. If you want to vent your anger on Ji Qinglin, I am enough." Xin He suspects that Ji Qinglin has complained to Gu Yinmo, and he also knows that Gu Yinmo deals with competition. The method of the reporter has some psychological preparations.

He didn't expect Gu Yinmo to shake his head again.

"This is Ji Qinglin's own business, I don't want to participate," Gu Yinmo said with a slight smile, "I'm just curious about how you two people with different views have worked together for so many years."

"Now it seems that Ji Qinglin himself is too naive..."

"You are his backer, of course he is qualified to be innocent!" Xin He interrupted Gu Yinmo's words recklessly, and smiled mockingly, "People like me can only think about themselves!"

How can Ji Qinglin have any backing?He is a man full of idealism, but he is full of passion.

Gu Yinmo felt that the man in front of him was selfish and ridiculous.

He didn't rush to refute Xin He, but took out his vibrating cell phone, thinking that there was some urgent news.

The moment Gu Yinmo saw the news, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his fingers trembled unconsciously.

He was in no mood to continue chatting with Xin He, so he hurriedly ended the conversation and ran upstairs.

【Speak】

Lao Gu began to feel sorry for his wife!

The crematorium is warming up...

Good night in advance! ! !