Author: Gu Jiaqiu

The little teachers turned pale.

Isn't this an insult?

The older teacher stood up and was preparing to make a theory.

"It's a good deal for one bed for 100,000 yuan."

A pair of black stiletto heels stepped on the check and bent down and picked it up.

Lin Nian glanced at the numbers above her head, smiled sarcastically, then stretched out a pair of white and tender hands and tore them straight away.

"you!"

Song Yun had a gloomy face.

Lin Nian ignored her, took out a check, and threw it on her face with her backhand.

"One million here is not enough, just open your mouth."

More rich?

When Lin Nian was trading in the financial industry, Song Yun could only spend the pocket money given to her family.

She deserves it too?

Lin Nian's eyes looked arrogant, all of which were sarcastic.

When did Song Yun get this anger?

A little artist dares to challenge her?

What a bold idea.

"What's the noise! ​​I'll let the patients rest in the middle of the night, and no one is allowed to visit now!"

The hospital director rushed over when he heard the noise, and there were two young men, Jiang Yin and Wen Su, who were following behind him.

The two of them were just going through the hospitalization procedures, and they were late.

Song Yun took a deep breath. Her tutor since childhood made her unable to be like a shrew. She looked at the hospital director and her tone was very bad:

"Your hospital can't even have a bed? What should I do?"

When the hospital director heard this, his face turned down.

This is here to cause trouble.

"This family member, the hospital bed is tight, and if you want to enjoy it, you will find a private hospital. But I want to say, if it is for the sake of the patient, it is not recommended to move. These two patients are seriously injured and will cause secondary damage.

, no one is responsible for you."

The hospital director was not targeting her either.

"And you, now it's not the time when your family members visit you. You can just leave and leave one or two people to take care of you."

Song Yun's face was so blue that it couldn't be bluer anymore.

She stared at Lin Nian, and she would write down the accounts first.

Jiang Yan's body is important, so look back and calculate slowly.

When Qiao Yu woke up, he saw a large group of people.

First, Mr. Qiao.

"Wake up? Does the wound still hurt?"

Then there is Mr. Xun.

"Your Aunt Wang made fish soup for you, and take a sip while it's hot."

Next is the old principal.

"Can you stop arguing? The child just woke up and let the nurse come and take a look."

After a few old men finished speaking, the younger generations also spoke.

"Boss, we asked for leave from the school, are you okay?"

"Uncle Master, there are many people coming to our Wuyuan today."

"Crown Prince, you eat some fruit first to moisten your throat."

These are all people who are close to each other, and there are many people who are not close to each other.

Director Hu, Director Fang, Qian Yousheng, Lin Nian, and a few young masters at home all came.

Crowded beside the hospital bed and blocked the road directly.

What about Jiang Yan's side.

Cold and deserted.

Only Song Yun stayed to take care of the bodyguards, and the little fans came to visit him, and they were forbidden.

Qiao Yu was a little confused.

She moved her arms.

A hissing sound.

it hurts.

Jiang Yan heard her apologetic voice across the person.

"I worried my grandfather and master. I originally wanted to go to class, but I was afraid it would take a while to delay."

"You should take care of me, it's the same whether you go to school or not."

"Yes, yes, yes, you Teacher Xu and me, go back and make up for your homework."

"Boss, Chen Sisi and I wrote class notes, don't worry."

Jiang Yan rolled his eyes.

He was accustomed to being injured and was discharged from the hospital in the afternoon when he woke up.

Isn't it just that I was injured, this kid is too spoiled.

There is no masculine spirit at all.

"Grandpa, I'm bored in recuperation in the hospital. I want to buy a mobile phone, is that okay?"

"Don't even think about it."

Jiang Yan: "."

really.

This is your purpose.
Chapter completed!