Chen Hansheng sent her another message: "Are you up?"

Qiao Muyuan: Yeah, I woke up long ago!

Chen Hansheng: Are you feeling better today? I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you yesterday.

Qiao Muyuan: It has nothing to do with you. What did the police say?

Chen Hansheng: I don’t know either. I heard Mr. Boris is handling it. Why don’t you ask him.

Qiao Muyuan: Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?

Chen Hansheng: I didn’t drink much yesterday. I went to the hospital for an injection and took medicine and I was fine.

Qiao Muyuan: OK, take care of yourself!

Chen Hansheng originally wanted to ask if he could go to the hospital to see her, but when he thought that Mr. Boris was there, he stopped asking.

After they stopped chatting, Qiao Muyuan clicked on Instagram, remembering how many black people flooded into the comment area yesterday, and planned to simply delete the post last night.

As a result, I clicked in and saw that all the bad comments from last night were gone. There was no function to delete comments. There was only one possibility, that is, those scumbags had deleted the comments themselves.

Qiao Muyuan was curious, are they so self-conscious?

But after those annoying flies flew away, she felt much better. It didn't matter if they had been deleted by herself, as long as they didn't affect her mood.

There was nothing interesting about her cell phone, so she simply took a few selfies of herself lying pitifully on the hospital bed and sent them to Ji Changmu——

Qiao Muyuan: Poor.

Ji Changmu: Where do you feel uncomfortable?

Qiao Muyuan: No, it’s just a bit boring.

Ji Changmu: Oh.

Qiao Muyuan:......

No matter how talkative she is, he always seems to be cold and cold, and not that enthusiastic. Maybe he doesn't want to be in contact with her that much?

The message asking him to come over last night was sent by Chen Hansheng on her mobile phone. He took care of her all night yesterday just because she was a patient. She hadn't been discharged yet, so he didn't pay much attention to her. On the contrary, it seemed that she

He is overly enthusiastic and the things he does are a bit beyond the boundaries of ordinary friends.

Maybe he really didn't want to have contact with her that much.

Qiao Muyuan's hand dropped, dropped his phone, and stopped playing.

She was really bored and called her bodyguard over.

Three bodyguards stood in front of her: "Miss, what are your orders?"

"It's boring to be hospitalized. You guys play with me."

"Yes, Miss." They had to do whatever Qiao Muyuan said, even if they didn't know how to play.

Qiao Muyuan couldn't stand it when he saw how stupid they were. They couldn't do anything, they couldn't even do their jobs well, and something big happened almost last night.

She couldn't help teasing them: "I'll pick one, just you. Come on, let's play quick questions and answers. I ask questions and you give answers quickly. Do you understand?"

The bodyguard on the far right, who was touched by Qiao Muyuan's small hand, came out of the queue, with his hands folded and hanging in front of him, respectfully and looking very serious.

"Okay, let's begin." Qiao Muyuan sat on the bed wrapped in quilt, smiling, "Are you a pig?"

"no."

"Are you like a pig?"

"It's not like that."

"Are you like a pig?"

"Not as good as."

Qiao Muyuan laughed so hard that the other two bodyguards also suppressed their laughter. The bodyguard who answered the question realized that he had been tricked...

Qiao Muyuan controlled herself. She couldn't laugh like that. She cleared her throat and continued to ask: "Are there any animals smaller than ants in the world?"

"have."

“Is there an animal bigger than an elephant?”

"have."

"Is there a stupider pig than you?"
Chapter completed!