Chapter 23 Do I Have to Collect Your Corpse Next Time?
Normally, Jiang rarely goes back to his dormitory, and usually lives in the dormitory, which is convenient for police calls and so on.
At this time, he had successfully slipped back to the family building.
As soon as I sat down and prepared to continue working, the cell phone next to me rang.
I didn’t pay much attention to the caller’s signature:
"Which one?"
"Who? Your mother!
I said Jiang Ye, if Xiyue hadn’t told us, wouldn’t you have planned to tell us about your injury?”
A roaring roar.
Jiang Ye then looked at the phone screen:
"Mom!" shouted.
"Don't call me mom. I was injured this time. Will I have to collect the body for you next time?
Tell me, when will you be able to reassure me and your father?"
It can be seen that he is really angry.
He even yelled these words.
Jiang Ye rubbed his eyebrows and explained softly: "Mom, it's not that serious, just a broken bone."
However, this explanation is better than no explanation at all.
Mrs. Jiang, who was already full of anger and had nowhere to vent her anger, suddenly became even more angry:
"Why, the fracture is still minor, right?"
sweat....
"Okay, what do you think we should do?"
I know that whatever I say in this meeting is wrong, so I just follow my past practice and just listen.
On the phone, Mrs. Jiang hummed twice:
"Wait until I finish these two days!"
"what?"
"What else can I do? Of course I'll come see you!"
The son is her own and he is injured. How can the mother rest assured if she doesn’t see the situation with her own eyes?
Jiang also knew that he couldn't refuse. This little old lady wouldn't listen at all:
"Okay, give me a call in advance when the time comes and I'll pick you up."
"No, you, a disabled person, should take good care of your injuries, there is a driver!
By the way, your brother said it was your idea to withdraw Xiyue's endorsement?"
Jiang also moved his body and hummed.
On the phone, Mrs. Jiang paused and said seriously:
"Aye, if you do this, it will definitely be difficult for your grandfather to explain. After all, Xiyue and you..."
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.
"Mom, can you please stop putting me and Gu Xiyue together?
There is nothing between us, not before, now, or in the future!"
"You damn kid, forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Anyway, your grandfather has already chosen the date himself, so you can figure it out yourself."
Pick a day?
Jiang Ye sneered:
"Then I'll leave it at that, no! It's possible! It's possible!"
Faced with her son's tough attitude, Mrs. Jiang also choked up, and then asked in a low voice:
"What's wrong with Ren Xiyue? You have to look good, have a good figure, you are still childhood sweethearts who grew up together, why can't you do that?
Ah Ye, is there something wrong with you?"
Really doubtful!
"Son, if you really need something, let's not hide it and avoid medical treatment. It should be treated, okay?"
As the last word fell, there was a 'click' sound.
Immediately followed by the 'beep beep' sound of hanging up the phone.
Jiang Ye thought to himself: Ha, is this his biological mother?
Is there any mother who is so suspicious that her son has any serious illness?
Are they biological?
It's just obvious that there is no mistake. After all, the Jiang family's genes are so strong that generations of people share the same face!
Hiss~
A headache.
Jiang Ye stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples for a while before dialing the phone again.
The call was quickly connected, and Jiang Ye was the first to speak:
"Where's what I want?"
"Young Master Jiang, how can it be so fast? It's not six days, you are investigating what happened six years ago!"
The man's face looked impatient now:
"At what time is it fine?"
"Didn't we agree for a week?"
"Three days at most. If you can't do it, I'll replace you!"
Substitution?
How can that work?
The person on the phone gritted his teeth:
"Okay, okay, just three days, just three days, let's wait for the news."
So, in fact, three days was actually enough, but before that it was said that it would take one week?
Um, how should I put it?
Industry regulations are like this. You can't say anything in advance. What if things change?
If something goes wrong, wouldn't it mean that you're damaging your own reputation?