Days dominated by wife-watching demons

City Hospital, Children's Emergency Department

There was the sound of children crying all around, the nurses were in a hurry, An Jing looked around anxiously, Anyang's drip was almost finished, but no one came to get it.

Yesterday in Anyang Kindergarten, a group of boys bullied her and poured water on her, so she hid in the toilet and kept silent until the teacher went to find her soaked and sat in the cold toilet for so long.

Drenched in the twelfth lunar month of winter and staying in the unheated toilet for so long, let alone a child with low resistance in Anyang, it is difficult for an adult to guarantee that he will not catch a cold.

Sure enough, Anyang started to have a high fever in the early hours of last night. An Jing took a thermometer and found that the temperature was too high. Panicked, she hurriedly took a taxi to the hospital, where she took care of her overnight.

In the panic, she didn't even know that her phone was out of battery.

"Director, Ms. An Jing should be here." At the entrance of the hospital, the secretary said anxiously to Ge Zijie, who was beside him exuding low pressure.

"The aunt who adopted An Jing lives in this hospital, maybe you can find out what happened to Miss An Jing by asking her."

The secretary trotted to catch up with Ge Zijie, who was striding forward, and squinted at her. It was clear that he could just leave these errands to himself, but after hearing the report, Ge Zijie suddenly chose to go together. Could it be that this newcomer is important? Role?

"Yeah." Halfway through, Ge Zijie stopped abruptly, and almost let the secretary who was trotting behind her hit her head on the back.

"Director?" Seeing that Ge Zijie was frowning and staring in one direction, the secretary followed to see that there was a small circle of spectators in the hospital corridor, and it seemed that someone was making trouble.

"If you have the money to give injections to Anyang, you don't have the money to treat my mother! I think you are lying to me, and you want to keep the money and not give it to my mother."

Peeking in through the gaps in the crowd, one can see a powerful young man yelling. The girl who bears his rough tone is thin and squatting halfway to cover the ears of the child in her arms, with her other hand raised high. Hanging water bottles.

The face of the child in the girl's arms was pale. From their angle, she could see her squinting her out-of-focus round eyes, leaning feebly on the girl's shoulder, neither crying nor fussing. She was so sensible and distressing.

"Let me take Anyang to find a nurse first, and I will give you the money."

"My mother doesn't care, you have to give it now, and I won't let you cheat again."

"This..." The secretary looked at the girl's face from a different angle, "Is this An Jing?"

After she finished speaking, she immediately looked at Ge Zijie to confirm the meaning of the director, "Director, do you need my help?"

Ge Zijie's gaze was like a torch, staring at An Jing's expression of holding back from crying, the gloomy look on his face seemed to be brewing a storm.

The secretary was taken aback, what's the point of asking, if you don't think about it, you'll have to clean it up later.

"Here you! I'll give you everything!" An Jing's patience finally broke out, and she took out her wallet from her trouser pocket and threw it at the man opposite, "The bank card and cash are all here, can you let me pass now. "

Anyang's complexion in her arms was getting worse and worse. Last night, she managed to cool down and her body temperature soared again. An Jing's hand on her forehead could feel the heat that seemed to burn her skin, and her heart became more and more flustered.

"Who are you going to send for such a small amount of money? Didn't you say that the director of your company likes to play with young girls like you the most? Then go beg someone, beg someone to save your aunt!" Damaged, the mouth runs the train and says everything that should be said or should not be said.

There were people around pointing at him, and in a moment of panic, he raised his clenched fist and was about to throw it at An Jing.

The secretary took a tight breath, and began to hesitate in his forward steps. Comparing his small body with the figure of the young man, he began to calculate in his mind how much work injury fee he could get in exchange for blocking the punch.

Seeing him raise his fist, An Jing reflexively hugged An Yang tightly in his arms as a protective gesture, but her eyes were still fixed on the young man's face unwilling to be outdone, "I'm different from you, I can't do such a disgusting thing."

Ge Zijie's figure paused, and he suddenly recalled the situation before and after An Jing danced in her office. It turned out that those expressions of refusal to admit defeat and gestures of going all out to fight were because she misunderstood what she meant.

Ge Zijie's eyes were fixed on An Jing's raised stubborn face, and the waves in his eyes turned into a very turbulent trend.

If you don't have the guts, what else can you do!

"Who!"

The expected pain did not fall on her body, An Jing opened her eyes that were closed because of fear, and looked for the sound.

"let me go!"

The young man's arm was held by a hand and he couldn't move. The owner of the hand was wearing an expensive silver watch. His fingers could still maintain a slender and beautiful shape even when he was exerting force. When the young man was angry, he turned around and found the other party After it turned out to be a woman, she became even more annoyed.

Ge Zijie ignored him from the beginning to the end, but after blocking him, he lowered his head and said to An Jing who was squatting on the ground, "Take your sister to the doctor."

The woman said this with an expression as if she thought she was in the way, An Jing didn't dare to stay longer, she quickly stood up from the ground with An Yang in her arms, and ran away from her.

"Thank you."

The doctor said that Anyang's resistance ratio was lower than that of ordinary children, and suggested that Anjing take Anyang to the hospital.

"It is reasonable to say that the average height of an eight-year-old girl should be around 1.2 meters 1.1, but the children in Anyang are not even [-] meters [-], which is too different from the average data. Maybe it is caused by improper diet or work and rest on weekdays. Children are stunted, so This cold has had a greater impact on her body."

An Jing frowned in embarrassment, she just threw the wallet to her cousin in a fit of anger, "How much does it cost to be hospitalized?"

"The beds in the emergency room will be cheaper. I have seen that there are still vacancies now. You just need to take the bill and pay at the toll gate."

An Jing saw the settlement figures clearly in the final list, and the fraction of more than 100 points was already all her belongings.

"Thank you." An Jing stood up and carried Anyang out. Although Anyang's figure was smaller than the average child, her arm muscles were already sore to the point of trembling after hugging her for so long.

"I come."

With her hands empty, An Jing turned her head and found that An Yang had been hugged into her arms.

Anyang opened his squinted eyes to see the person holding him clearly, and then softly lay on her neck and muttered, "Pretty auntie, you are here to help us."

Holding the list in her hand, An Jing looked at Ge Zijie in a daze, not knowing how to react. She had been taking care of Anyang before, and ignored all the things that she was going to report today. Just now, she was helped by Ge Zijie in the corridor. , I suddenly remembered.

On the first day of work, An Jing magnified the boss's pigeons. An Jing only felt that she would be thankful if Ge Zijie didn't fire her, and didn't dare to expect anything else.

"room number."

"what?"

Seeing this, the secretary wants to speak up to help explain, AW who doesn't know, their Director Ge hates the subordinates who can't understand after saying it once.

"Tell me the room number on the list in Anyang." Ge Zijie repeated it patiently, and his tone was calmer than usual, almost making the shocked eyes of the secretary beside him fall out of their sockets.

"Emergency department..." An Jing hurriedly reported the room number.

Ge Zijie left immediately after hearing this. An Jing's thinking didn't keep up with the director's swift and swift action style, so she didn't know what she meant.

"Come with me." The secretary on the side said.

"Thank you."

"I can't bear this. If you want to say it, just tell our director. Don't look at her with a straight face, and occasionally she will show consideration for the company's artists."

"Be considerate..."

An Jing inexplicably recalled the figure of Ge Zijie grabbing his cousin's arm in the corridor just now. No matter what he did, this person seemed to have a paralyzed expression that remained unchanged for thousands of years. When I was there, I also had a cold "I just happened to pass by" expression on my face.

"May I ask you a question." An Jing was thinking about throwing out the question that had been stuck in her heart, "Did your director include...y many artists."

The secretary was startled, quickly covered An Jing's mouth with her hand, looked around, and then whispered in her ear: "Don't gossip about her behind our director's back, it's over if she hears it."

"Hmm." An Jing nodded.

"Huh..." The secretary lowered his shoulders, feeling that it was necessary to explain to her, "These are all rumors, rumors, how could we do such a thing with the impenetrable appearance of our director."

"Then it's a rumor that she likes girls?"

"this--"

An Jing really got to the point. The secretary has been with Ge Zijie for so long, and she has never met any artist in the industry, and she rarely gets close to anyone. Just because she doesn't take the initiative doesn't mean that no one will post it. .

It's like Miss Yuan, the daughter of editor-in-chief Yuan of the magazine department, who runs to the office on the top floor every now and then.

"Yes, it's a rumor." As a secretary, she must eliminate all groundless rumors and protect her image for the director.

"Thank you." An Jing sincerely thanked her this time.

"I found that you little girl is quite out of touch. The one on the left thanked the one on the right. I didn't know that I thought you had a repeater in your mouth."

In the ward, Anyang and Ge Zijie, who had only met once, had no estrangement at all, and they chatted in a few minutes.

"Pretty auntie, do you like my sister?" She looked at Ge Zijie with innocent round eyes and asked.

"Why do you think so?"

"It's not a feeling, it's hope." Anyang held up his left hand that was not needled and counted, "Auntie, you are good-looking, gentle, and considerate. You suddenly appeared to help us just now. You are a good person. If you become friends , my sister doesn't have to work so hard, she has been so tired of taking care of me, I hope someone can take care of her..."

If the secretary is present, he will definitely have strong doubts, gentle and considerate, is this a word that can be used to describe our director?

As she spoke, the little loli's voice lowered, and her eyes turned red.

Seeing that little Lolita was about to cry, Ge Zijie stretched out his hand to cover her head and gently rubbed it. She was not good at comforting children, so she could only divert her attention by talking about other topics.

"The doctor said that you are already eight years old, why don't you go to elementary school yet?"

"My aunt said it was because of the household registration and nationality. She won't do it when she is old. My sister said that when she saves enough money, she will help me pay the tuition and then transfer to primary school. But I know a lot even if I don't go to primary school. Things, my sister usually teaches me homework."

"Why didn't you tell your sister that she was bullied in kindergarten."

That day at the coffee shop Ge Zijie had a close encounter with little Lolita, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the injury on her forehead was not caused by a fall, there were footprints on her clothes and coat, and her hair was torn into a mess, unless the land where she fell Open your hands and feet, otherwise it is definitely man-made.

"Because I don't want her to worry." An Yang looked at the door worriedly, and after confirming that there was no An Jing, he whispered in Ge Zijie's ear: "Actually, I don't want to go to school anymore, they are so childish, I believe that in real life There will be talking sheep, and there will be real Santa Claus, and I kindly tell them that the cartoons are all fake, and they call me a big pig."

Anyang's steaming voice was close to his ears, but his childish tone imitated the tone of an adult when he spoke, which made Ge Zijie unable to hold back a smile, "You're very smart."

"Anyang." An Jing stood at the door and whispered Anyang's name, "Don't disturb Auntie, lie down quickly."

Ge Zijie looked at An Jing silently, his eyes were a bit complicated, An Jing was so focused on adjusting the speed of An Yang's drip that he didn't notice that the man's eyes were fixed on her.

The secretary quickly moved to An Jing's side and whispered a reminder, "Director Ge is only 27 this year, very young."

An Jing finally came to her senses, she seemed to have called Ge Zijie... Auntie just now.