Slightly sweet when I first heard it

Only then did Yan Jinghuai know that Wen Qingyin was a young deaf person, so now he suspected that there was something wrong with her hearing aid, and she didn't hear the old man's words.

He wanted to remind her, but she had already turned around and shouted artificially:

"My God, Chairman, you woke up. I'm sorry, there seems to be something wrong with my hearing aid, and I didn't hear it."

Not knowing if it was his own illusion, Yan Jinghuai felt that the wrinkles on Mr. Wen Bada's face were getting deeper.

"Who is he?" the mechanical voice asked.

Looks like he just woke up.Yan Jinghuai looked towards the hospital bed again, meeting the old man's eyes.

The old man is a tiger and a hero, already in this situation, his eyes are still bright and sharp, like sharpened daggers, full of oppression.

Yan Jinghuai instinctively wanted to look away, but felt that this was not good, so he had to pull the corners of his mouth and smile foolishly.

"It's my husband." Wen Qingyin showed him the marriage certificate, "I just went through the formalities."

There was a bit of expectation in her tone, as if she wanted the old man to get up and scold her for three hundred rounds.

But the mechanical voice only replied "Oh" calmly, and there was no more sound after that.

"Is he asleep? There are so many wrinkles on his face that I can't see them clearly."

Wen Qingyin stretched out her hand, trying to lift the old man's eyelids.

Yan Jinghuai was stunned and stopped him quickly.

"Let me go." Wen Qingyin struggled, "This old man is very bad, he must be pretending to be asleep!"

Yan Jinghuai held her hand tightly: "Don't do this, don't disturb Grandpa's rest."

"I don't believe it." Wen Qingyin was quite stubborn, "I want to make sure for myself."

Yan Jinghuai didn't know whether this kind of behavior was a medical disturbance, and he didn't know which department to notify, so he could only hug her tighter and keep her away from the patient.

That night, while washing his face, Yan Jinghuai smelled a strange aroma.

After sniffing carefully, it was the scent of berries on Qingyin's body.

Everyone has wondered how to spend the first prize in the lottery, and Yan Jinghuai is no exception.Now that a huge sum of money really fell from the sky, he was at a loss.

He moved his aunt into a single ward, hired the best doctor to perform the operation, and hired a nurse.The tables and chairs in Lao Zhou's bar have been replaced with new ones, and the watered wine has also been replaced with Moutai Wuliangye Remy Martin XO.

Even small band equipment was replaced with the latest and greatest.

However, these expenses are less than one-fiftieth of the huge sum.

If it wasn't for her aunt who was still recovering, Yan Jinghuai would even discuss with her about buying the chicken feet shop.

He originally wanted to try investment and financial management, but after studying funds and stocks for a long time, he just didn't dare to start.

Although it was his own 'selling money', Yan Jinghuai always thought about it, and in the future he had to return the money to Wen Qingyin exactly.

He sighed, so, why do you always want to get rich?Just like him, such a large sum of money can only rot in the bank.

Then the alarm clock rang, and he got up and went to the kitchen.

My aunt's surgery was successful and she can eat today.

He went to the vegetable market yesterday and bought an old hen to make soup.

Yan Jinghuai learned his cooking skills from his aunt.

He is a bit picky eater, and his strict father's cooking skills only stay at the level of cooking.My aunt was afraid that he would starve to death, so she taught him how to cook.Later, it developed into a major hobby of his, which not only supported him and Dad Yan, but also supported a group of brothers when he was a trainee.

When he arrived at the door of his aunt's ward, Yan Jinghuai heard arguing inside:

The aunt was very angry: "...you should return the money to Jing Huai quickly. Don't you know what's going on with him, and you'd be ashamed to talk to him."

Uncle didn't care, picked a black pudding from the fruit basket, wiped it casually on his body, and hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth:

"If I don't tell him, can you live in such a good ward and eat these imported fruits? What did I say, I know that this kid is not telling us the truth. He is definitely rich, but he just doesn't want to spend it on us. .”

"Stop talking nonsense!" Auntie became even more angry: "You don't know what kind of temper Jing Huai is, and even if you can do such a thing, he can't do it."

"Yes, I'm talking nonsense. Your Yan family is a good person, but I'm a bad person."

Uncle sneered: "He is not this kind of person? You see, he has been eating and taking money at our house for so many years, has he paid a penny?"

Aunt didn't expect him to care about these things, she was stunned and angry: "At this time, you can figure it out. Why didn't you figure it out with Jing Huai when you took my brother's insurance compensation back then!"

Uncle was at a loss for words.After a while, I muttered: "Then, isn't that money for you to open a shop, anyway, I didn't get any benefits and didn't get any money."

He changed his soothing tone: "Let me tell you, don't be shy. Your nephew is a celebrity, and those celebrities make a lot of money, and the tax they pay is more than we can earn in our lifetime, and you are still short of your hospitalization money." .”

Uncle's tone was sour: "What the hell is wrong with the world? The ordinary people work hard to earn three melons and two dates. These actors are just pretending to be crazy on stage, and the money is blowing like a strong wind."

For some reason, in recent years, my uncle has often become somewhat cynical.

My aunt didn't bother to reason with him, she just said: "If it's that easy, why haven't I seen you go on stage to make money."

Uncle was still unconvinced, "I, if I had a chance, I wouldn't compare to them—"

"Okay, the person who trembles when he speaks in public is still thinking about making this money."

The aunt scolded: "It's useless to think less, I still have to tell you about Jinghuai. Let me tell you, even if he has money, it's still his own, why spend it on us?"

The uncle was dissatisfied: "Hey, what you said, we have been raising him for nothing all these years."

My aunt wondered where he had the confidence to say such a thing:
"What did we raise him for? Before, he trained in the company all year round and came back once every three months. He never brought you a gift."

"In the past few years, he has gone home more times, but which time did he come to you because he didn't bring cigarettes and alcohol with him?"

My aunt really loves Yan Jinghuai, "He gave us all my brother's insurance money, and he even cheated people out of money. How can he have money?"

Uncle felt guilty, and said forcefully: "If he can afford good cigarettes and alcohol when he has the least money, then he is still richer than us."

The more he spoke, the more he felt that he was making sense, and his voice became louder again:

"He's a boy. It's not right for him to make money to support his family. What's wrong with working harder? Besides, isn't it the rule to hand over the wages to the parents? Our family is like this, and I am like this. How come he can't do it."

The dispute became louder and louder, but Yan Jinghuai didn't enter in the end.He picked up the thermos and sat in the small garden for half an hour against the cold wind.

When I came back, my uncle was gone.

He pretended not to know that his uncle had been here, put the thermos on the bedside table, and asked, "Didn't my uncle come?"

"Just left, there is class in the afternoon."

My aunt is very aware of his financial situation, so she is particularly worried.She said, "Tell me the truth, where did you get the money for my hospitalization?"

Yan Jinghuai served her soup: "My own, I have money."

"You have a fart." The aunt said, "I don't know about your family background."

Yan Jinghuai was afraid that her wound would be tight, so he didn't dare to confront her, so he could only say, "...I borrowed it from a friend."

"Is that your friend who helped write the song?"

Aunt knows he can sell songs.She asked worriedly, "You have given away good songs to others, what are you going to use to make an album?"

Yan Jinghuai suddenly felt sad.

It turned out that someone still remembered his dream.

He forced a smile on his face, "It's not sold, I keep the good songs for myself. It's another friend."

My aunt didn't believe it, "Where do you get so many rich friends?"

Yan Jinghuai scooped up a bowl of soup for her: "Look at what you said, I have a lot of friends, okay, my popularity is good."

Afraid that his aunt would be worried, he said again: "If you don't believe me, I will invite her to my house for dinner after you are discharged from the hospital."

He said so, it seems that there is such a person.The aunt was relieved, and said, "I have to invite someone to dinner."

"Okay, okay, listen to Ms. Yan." Yan Jinghuai stuffed the spoon into her hand, "Grandma, get well soon."

"You are a big-headed ghost." Auntie said disgustedly, "Auntie is just an auntie, I have to grow old, I am still young."

Yan Jinghuai touched his nose, the only woman in the world who needs to grow old is probably Wen Qingyin herself.

After all, it was a gynecological operation, it was inconvenient for Yan Jinghuai to stay in the ward for a long time.

When he came out of the hospital and was waiting for the bus, he saw his uncle's car.

There seemed to be a woman in the car, sitting in the co-pilot, behaving intimately with my uncle.But because the speed was too fast, he couldn't see clearly.

Yan Jinghuai thought about this all the way, and when the elevator stopped, he realized that he didn't inform Wen Qingyin.

Mr. Wen lives in the VVVIP ward, and the elevator is dedicated to it, facing the frosted glass door of the corridor outside the ward.

There were two black bodyguards standing at the door, one on the left and one on the right, looking like door gods.

He stands before them now.

He deliberately boiled two servings of chicken soup, one for his aunt and the other for old man Wen.

He knew that old man Wen couldn't eat it, he made it for Wen Qingyin on purpose.

After all, if you take her money, you have to be a competent husband.

Yan Jinghuai gritted his teeth and greeted the bodyguard: "We met a few days ago, remember."

He raised the thermos, "I want to go in."

The bodyguard didn't speak.Yan Jinghuai wanted to get close again, but the frosted door had already been opened.

Yan Jinghuai was surprised, "You guys, I put it in?"

Don't verify your identity and register?

The bodyguard on the left said: "Xiao Wendong agreed."

Yan Jinghuai didn't see him calling at all.He asked, "When?"

The bodyguard on the right said: "When you got into the elevator, you couldn't get up without Mr. Xiao Wen's approval."

Is it high tech again?Yan Jinghuai thought, it's nice to have money.

Money is really good, even the wards smell of cologne.

Yan Jinghuai rarely went to the hospital, and his aunt's single room was already the most luxurious room he had ever seen.But compared with Mr. Wen's, it's the difference between a slum area and a presidential suite.

For a moment, he wanted to take pictures and send them to Moments without any prospect.

Passing through the small living room, Yan Jinghuai entered the master bedroom.There were no medical staff in the room, only the old man was lying quietly on the hospital bed.

He looked like he was the same as last time, and his time seemed to stop.

Yan Jinghuai couldn't tell whether he was awake or asleep.

But politeness is still necessary.

He greeted him in a low voice: "Grandpa, hello, I'm—"

He couldn't go on.

Maybe he is not used to being a married person, he really can't say that he is Wen Qingyin's husband.