Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

At 4:39 in the morning, Jiang Xiaolin saw Jiang Zhi in the hospital. He stood at the top of the stairs on the first floor, just like the door god.

Jiang Xiaolin was under the steps and looked up at him: "Don't go in?"

The light was behind him, illuminating his face half-clearly: "Yeah."

The top of this staircase is ten meters away from Xu Jiuru's ward.

Jiang Xiaolin went up, stood next to him, smoked a cigarette, glanced at the non-smoking sign next to him, and bit in his mouth again.

Jiang Zhi asked him the same question: "Don't you go in either?"

He hummed, and he couldn't hear any sadness in his tone: "I can't cry when I go in, isn't it embarrassing?" They stood too close to the ward, and they could hear Jonville crying inside.

He had no thoughts of crying at all, so he didn't go in and was disappointed.

Jiang Zhi said to him: "You're pretty wolf-hearted."

Fifty steps laugh a hundred steps.

Jiang Xiaolin sneered after throwing it away: "You are almost the same."

Jiang Zhi did not deny it.

They are all wolf-hearted, let alone anyone.

Jiang Xiaolin was in a bad mood, and it was not pleasing to see anyone, especially when he saw Jiang Zhi's beautiful face, he wanted to beat him up.

"When I was young and immature, I hated you among the Jiang family the most." Jiang Xiaolin glanced at Jiang Zhi with an unfriendly look. "The old lady was reluctant to redeem me with two billion, but she spent eight hundred million for you. Three laboratories."

Jiang Zhi was not in a good mood, and he was very eye-catching.

"When you were ten years old, I gave you a piece of jade. You were moved to tears in front of me, and you smashed it with one foot when you turned back." Jiang Zhi commented on him, "hypocritical, double-faced."

Tell each other short, right?

Jiang Xiaolin nestled in a group of no open flames: "You have to die every winter, but you can't die. The toss of two days and two makes people unable to sleep."

Jiang Zhi snorted coldly, with sparks in his eyes: "You know I'm afraid of the cold, so **** give me ice sculptures."

That was when Jiang Zhi was twelve years old. His birthday was in the winter and it was terribly cold. This guy gave him an ice sculpture as a birthday gift. At that time, he just wanted to hit the silly sculpture on the face.

Jiang Zhi still remembers the shape of the ice sculpture. It was a mountain, the mountain of Subi Nanshan.

Jiang Xiaolin deliberately wanted to freeze him to death.

"You know what a fart, that thing is a work of art, I spent hundreds of thousands."

Jiang Zhi was indifferent: "It turned into a puddle of water the next day."

Jiang Xiaolin's eyes were cold: "You are ashamed to say, how many carbon braziers have you put in the house?"

Jiang Zhi was irritable at first, but he became irritable now: "Don't let the brazier freeze me to death?" In the winter of twelve, he was seriously ill and couldn't bear the cold.

Jiang Xiaolin is confident: "You still want to die."

Eight hundred million laboratories have been built. How could he die so easily, every year he said he was going to die, but he never died every year.

Jiang Zhi licked his teeth: "Damn it."

"..."

This guy has been so annoying since childhood.

Jiang Xiaolin pulled his tie: "Go away."

Jiang Zhi turned his head and walked to the ward.

Jiang Xiaolin broke the cigarette, threw it into the trash can, and followed along. After seeing the ghost, after scolding each other, I was not so depressed.

Jiang Wei went to contact the funeral home. Only Jiang Weier and Xue Bingxue were in the ward. Two people came in one after the other, standing at the foot of the bed and the other at the head of the bed, without saying a word.

"Ge Er Lin and Jiang Zhi are here."

The body was covered with white cloth and only his head was exposed. Jiang Weier squatted on the ground and said this.

Xu Jiuru died uncomfortably, without staring at him.

Jiang Weikai arranged his fuss, went back to the ward, and asked Jiang Xiaolin, "Where is Jiangchuan?"

"did not see it."

Jiang Chuan is not in the ward, nor outside. Jiang Weier stayed in the hospital for several days, and just returned to his residence tonight. The only person in the hospital was Jiang Chuan. He was the first to find out what was wrong, earlier than the medical staff.

It was almost five in the morning, and the nurse on duty at the hospital was taking a nap.

The young nurse was suddenly awakened: "What sound?"

The colleague next to him also woke up and listened carefully: "It seems that someone is crying."

The voice came from the stairwell. Two nurses passed by and found an old man sitting in the stairwell. He was gray-haired and very old.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

The old man hunched back and sat on the steps, crying bitterly.

Jiang Chuan was originally not Jiang, but Duan, the son of the old housekeeper of the Xu family.

When Xu Jiuru got married, he had just turned 20. He married at the age of 25 and died at the age of 27. He went to Jiang's house at the age of 28 and changed his name to Jiangchuan.

He has been with Xu Jiuru for almost fifty years.

No, it is seventy-one years.

The Xu family’s old house is on the outskirts of Beicheng. After the father of the Xu family passed away, the children moved away. Many loquat trees were planted behind the house. In May and June every year, the trees were full of yellow and orange fruits.

"Chuanzi, go up the tree and pick me loquats."

The dark boy climbed up the tree in twos or twos, stood on the branch, shook the branch vigorously, and shouted at the girl under the tree: "Miss, stand farther away, don't get hit by the loquat."

That year, Xu Jiuru was only sixteen years old.

Jiang Fuli came to the hospital almost five o'clock, and met Jiang Fuxi and the Gui family at the door, and they just came out of the hospital.

The dawn of summer comes earlier, and dawn is already in the distant sky.

Jiang Fuli had just learned about the old lady being drugged a few days ago. In the past few days, he suffered a lot of anger because of the shares. At this moment, seeing Jiang Fuxi, it happened to happen.

"You still have a face?"