New love Shy: Has the president kissed enough?

Chapter 357 Jiang Yuxing can't afford you, I can afford it

Chapter 357 Jiang Yuxing can't afford you, I can afford it

She stepped past him and walked over.

The pace has been very steady, not quickened.

Without looking back, he disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Jiang Yuxing withdrew his gaze and left in another direction.

When he got into the car and fastened his seat belt, Ning Xiaoye's car passed in front of him.

So two cars exited the gate of the funeral home one after the other.

He was not driving fast enough to pass her.

Ning Xiaoye did not go to the No.1 civilian hospital, but drove into the gate of another hospital nearby.

Jiang Yuxing took a look, and stopped suddenly after passing the gate.

There was silence for nearly a minute, then turned around and drove the car in.

On the seat in the hall, he saw Ning Xiaoye's figure.

She lowered her head, obviously already registered.

At this time, there were not many people, but there were not many. Jiang Yuxing lowered the brim of his hat and found a seat in the back row.

Twenty minutes later, Ning Xiaoye's number was called, and she got up to see the doctor.

Jiang Yuxing glanced at the department she entered, and then waited until she came out to get the medicine.

Ning Xiaoye went upstairs for an infusion.

The infusion area has one seat per person, two rows of seats are back to back, the middle partition is very high, and the two sides cannot see each other at all.

Ning Xiaoye handed the medicine in the small basket to the nurse, and the nurse gave her a number plate, and then came to give her an injection.

After hanging up the needle, she leaned back naturally, "Is there any plastic bag? I feel nauseous."

"Yes, I'll get it for you."

Ning Xiaoye rested his elbows on the armrest and supported his head with his hands, feeling uncomfortable.

The phone rang non-stop, and she took it out to see an unfamiliar local number.

Who?

She slid over the answer button, "Which one?"

"It's me." Gong Liqing's voice came from the other end, "Where are you?"

Ning Xiaoye checked the number again, "Have you come to Beiling City?"

"I asked where are you?"

Ning Xiaoye thought that if he didn't tell him, he would definitely go to the funeral parlor to look for her, after all, they all came to country S.

Then he revealed his position.

10 minutes later, he showed up.

Alone, not only did he not wear a mask, he didn't even have a mask or sunglasses, his eyes were clear, and he was wearing a black suit, looking formal and decent.

Ning Xiaoye was listless, "Mr. Gong has so much to do every day, why come to Country S when you have time?"

"You haven't answered my calls all this time, so I can only come here in person. As I said, we will meet again." He gracefully sat down on the empty seat next to him.

"Then, what is the purpose of your special trip?"

"Congratulations on your divorce."

"You are so idle." She said lightly, "This is not something to be congratulated on."

"Why not?" His voice was very soft, and his words were correct, "Your marriage with Jiang Yuxing has no future at all. Divorcing early is not a bad thing for you, nor for him. Love you, and leave a man who doesn't love you, isn't it something worthy of congratulations?"

Ning Xiaoye glanced at him, "Do you know why I didn't answer your call? Because I know you will say things I don't want to hear. Mr. Gong had better go back to China as soon as possible. If your wife knows that you are coming to see me in country S, why not?" Don't you hate me to the bone? I have enough troubles of my own, and I hope that Mr. Gong will hold his hand high and stop making fun of me."

"I have made an agreement with her to divorce at the end of May."

"You don't have to tell me."

"No, you have to know." His voice was low, "Jiang Yuxing can't afford you, but I can."

When the man sitting on the seat behind heard this, his deep pupils sparkled.

(End of this chapter)

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