Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

Before surgery is scheduled, various tests will be carried out.

Jiang Muyu was very cooperative throughout the whole process, but she felt terrified every time she checked her heart.

She sat on the hospital bed trembling, waiting to enter the operating room tomorrow.

"Crack!"

There was a sound of opening the door, and she subconsciously thought it was Huo Beicheng, and she muttered without raising her head: "Young Master Huo, what if I go into the operating room tomorrow and I can't get out? Should I write a suicide note?" What?"

"I don't think there will be a suicide note, so hurry up and check your brain to see if it's still normal."

A somewhat mocking voice came into her eardrums from the direction of the door.

Jiang Muyu was startled, and looked up, "Ji Tuhao?"

"I'm so sorry, it's not Huo Beicheng from your family! The dead girl is going to have an operation and she doesn't even tell me. Are you going to say something in the suicide note? I'm sorry and forgot?"

Ji Ziyang curled his lips, stepped forward with a displeased face, and raised his hand habitually to flick her on the forehead.

"Hey, it hurts!" Jiang Muyu gasped and covered his forehead, "I'm sick of you, you don't know how to be gentle."

"Gentle? Go find you Young Master Huo, I don't have it."

Ji Ziyang's long legs hooked the chair to the side, sat down, leaned back and raised Erlang's legs.

Jiang Muyu: "You can go back now, so you don't have to leave!"

"Unconscionable elm lump, I came to visit you with good intentions, and you actually drove me away?"

Ji Ziyang ate and grinned, as if he was about to strike again.

"Who comes to visit a patient with empty hands like you, and even beats the patient." Jiang Muyu couldn't help complaining, and the long-lost relaxed atmosphere between the two made her feel happy.

The original negative emotions seemed to be thrown out of the sky at once.

"Looking at you like this, you can tell that you are still a lump of elm, you must be stupid."

"Ji Tuhao, you go, I don't need you to visit the sick."

"That's not going to work. I'm here. After walking like this, you'll still talk about me when you're well."

"Don't be mad at me first."

The two joked a few words, Jiang Muyu couldn't help blinking, trying to recognize Ji Ziyang's expression from the blurred field of vision.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be of any use.

Her eyes are still hazy, and she can vaguely recognize her body shape, but what kind of expression on her face, what kind of eyes are in her eyes... I'm sorry that she really can't recognize anything with her eyes now.

"How do you know I'm here?" Jiang Muyu asked.

A strangeness flashed in the depths of Ji Ziyang's eyes, "Who do you think I am? The emperor is so small, what can be hidden from my eyes?"

She couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Nonsense! Did Lu Jiaqi tell you?"

"Hey, this elm lump actually has a time of enlightenment, it's not easy."

Ji Ziyang picked up a banana on the side, peeled off the skin and ate it by himself, "This banana is not ripe enough, I'll get you something tastier later."

Jiang Muyu suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, "Lu Jiaqi is about to give birth, how about gossiping with you?"

In fact, she could guess that Jiaqi was worried.

It's just that she is only a few days away from the expected date of delivery. In addition, she said that the baby has been moving a little frequently in the stomach these days, and she is worried that she will give birth prematurely, so she also went to the obstetrics and gynecology department to stay.