Quick Time Travel: Black Lotus Face Slapping Guide

Chapter 112
Xi Jing originally thought so too, she disdained to regard this kind of hot chicken as an opponent.

But the other party wanted to dance happily in front of her eyes, so if he didn't show some color, he thought she was cowardly?
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"Damn hot chicken, within five seconds, I want that old woman's information."

[Zhao Yuan, female, 29 years old, is the wife of Jinghai real estate developer Zhang Jianping. 】

Zhao Yuan's husband, Zhang Jianping, is 56 years old, and Zhao Yuan was only 22 when they got married.When Zhang Jianping attends business activities, his female partner is sometimes Zhao Yuan, sometimes other people, and Zhao Yuan also has other young male companions by his side.

The two play their own way.

"Fuck." Xi Jing cursed, a shameless old woman.

Wu Zhixing's appearance is not the kind of particularly handsome, bright and cheerful boy with a bit of a naughty personality. Maybe girls of the same age will not have too much affection for him, and they will think he is a bad boy and alienate him.

But for the hungry rich woman, that's a standard little wolf dog.

People who are engulfed by desire don't care about ethics at all, and use money to buy everything to satisfy themselves.

Xi Jing took a deep breath, staring at Zhao Yuan's leaving back as if looking at a dead person.

Xi Jing really wanted to take the woman's dog's head by flying over the wall in black and masking that night, but it's a pity that this is not a martial arts plane, and it's a pity that the original owner's health may die if he climbs over the wall.

She never likes to be too hasty in her actions, as things change in haste.

But time didn't wait for her, if the original owner's body was considered in the long run, half of his legs would probably go into the coffin.

Can you not be in a hurry? ?
Only Xi Jing and Wu Zhixing were left in the ward.

When Wu Zhixing saw Xi Jing, his expression was very unnatural, and he just didn't want her to see himself in such a bad state.

"What are you doing here?"

Xi Jing put away the bank card, the hospitalization fee must have been paid by Zhao Yuan.

She took out the textbook from the woven bag and said, "Anyway, you have nothing to do in the hospital, so I'll give you tutoring."

Wu Zhixing: "I'm already like this and still need tutoring? Are you a devil??????"

Almost no one came to visit Wu Zhixing in the hospital, only a few representatives sent by the school said a few polite words, put the fruit basket aside, and almost left.

The contractor also came to visit and settled the wages to him. He looked at the plastered leg with erratic eyes and left quickly.

Xi Jing saw it in his eyes and vaguely noticed the problem.

In the afternoon of the second day, an old woman came.

The old man walked very slowly and seemed to have eye problems. He was always very polite to the nurse who led the way.

"Zhixing, my good boy..." The old man walked to the edge of Wu Zhixing's hospital bed, and before he could say anything, tears were already streaming down his face.

Wu Zhixing was originally discussing math problems with Xi Jing, but when he saw his grandma approaching, he didn't dare to look directly at him, leaned on the hospital bed and turned his head to the other side.

"I'm fine..." Wu Zhixing responded in a low voice, "I'll be fine in a few days, you go home and wait, I'll be back when I get better."

The old man didn't say anything, but the look of sadness and pain in his eyes didn't fade away, but became more profound.

At this time, when he got closer, he found the girl sitting on the side.

Because of poor eyesight, I can only see that he is wearing a ponytail, wearing a school uniform, and a calm smile on his face.

"Are you Jiang Lin?" the old man asked kindly, his restrained sadness turned into a questioning smile.

Calculated by age, Wu Zhixing's grandmother is only five or sixty years old, but she is gray-haired and slightly stooped. On her dark face, there are wrinkles like bark wrapped around her skull. She is almost in her seventies or eighties.

It is not difficult to see how hard it has been for her to raise her grandson alone all these years.

(End of this chapter)