Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

On the top floor of the hospital, the half-person-high window sill cuts the sunlight in half, and a beam of light happens to cover half of the ward, allowing the whole ward to show some warmth in the early autumn morning.

Ji Bojian was lying on the hospital bed with a gauze hood on his head. Although his face was pale, he was somewhat refreshed. With his eyelids half closed, he quietly listened to Jiang Bing's worrying words.

Beside the hospital bed, Jiang Bing looked extremely worried, and her pair of bright eyes, which did not diminish the charm of her youth, were filled with grief.

Ji Bojian's heart ached, she gently raised her hand to rest on the back of Jiang Bing's hand, and stroked it twice as if comforting.

Jiang Bing reacted, quickly changed the subject, and told her husband one by one the strange reaction she had when she saw the driver.

"You said the car accident last night might have been caused by man?" A flash of surprise flashed in Ji Bojian's eyes, but he calmed down quickly.

"I suspect it's..."

"It's Zhao Yanghui."

Ji Yichuan, who was silent at the side, stood up, opened the curtains further, turned around, with the light behind him, and interrupted Jiang Bing's words.

Ji Bojian obviously noticed her son's figure, she was taken aback for a moment, and then said 'tsk', "School is on holiday?"

Jiang Bing patted the back of Ji Bojian's hand softly, "Didn't my son care about you? I specially asked him to ask for leave to accompany you."

Satisfied, Ji Bojian nodded, and he knew that in his wife's heart, he was more important.

After feeling relieved, the uncle lying on the hospital bed resisted his desire to turn over, and condescendingly glanced at Ji Yichuan, "It should be Zhao Yanghui."

"The fact that Zhao Yanghui invited me to the banquet last night was very strange." Ji Bojian explained: "Recently, we have been in a stalemate. Zhao Yanghui has a backlog of unqualified goods in his hand. Putting it into the market, I blocked it."

Ji Yichuan moved a chair and put it beside the bed, sat on it, and nodded towards Ji Bojian, "So Zhao Yanghui has a motive for doing this?"

"Are you not sure? From your previous tone, you are quite sure?" Ji Bojian asked keenly when he noticed the change in his son's tone.

Ji Yichuan obviously didn't expect Ji Bojian to notice it so soon, he was a little dazed immediately, then he drooped his eyelids, and said with a blank expression: "Guess."

"Then you're quite accurate in your guess." Ji Bojian said in a pleasant manner, but his face was full of disbelief.

Ji Yichuan and Ji Bojian looked at each other for a few times, but they were thin-skinned after all, they were defeated, their eyelids trembled violently, they found an excuse, turned their heads and left the room.

The entire hospital corridor was empty, Ji Yichuan took out his cell phone and checked the time.

Eight fifty.

Something suddenly popped into his mind. At this moment, Chen Putao should already be waiting at the entrance of the examination room.

He turned around, pressing his forehead against the cold wall, in order to calm himself down quickly. After maintaining this motion for several seconds, Ji Yichuan turned around again.

At the gate of the arena, Zhou Tong held a pen tightly in his hand, "Chen Putao, I feel my heart beating so fast."

"Don't be nervous." Chen Putao grabbed the railing and looked down at the entire campus.It was class time, and the campus was empty. Chen Putao looked over the garden at the bottom of the building, followed the tree-lined path, and moved to the school gate.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Tong was a little curious, and followed Chen Putao's gaze, but found nothing novel.

"It's nothing." In fact, Chen Putao didn't know what he wanted to see. He already knew that Ji Yichuan had asked for leave this morning. It would be strange if he could see Ji Yichuan at this time.

He glanced at his phone, it was eight fifty.

"There are still 10 minutes. Everyone is almost here. You should be preparing to enter the examination room." Chen Putao looked around, and there were all familiar faces on the sixth floor. Zuo Liu was still standing not far away and looked at himself coldly. .

Chen Putao didn't bother to talk to him.

Soon, two teachers came from the stairs holding the sealed test papers.

In front of the metal detector, Chen Putao took one last look at the phone, and finally turned it off.

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Following Wang Zhong's 'holiday', the students below couldn't wait to carry the bags they had already packed, and rushed towards the door like wild dogs.

Chen Putao had just returned from the examination room, and now he was still holding the black pen used in the examination in his hand, and his buttocks were still warm. When he stuffed a thick stack of vacation homework into his bag and was about to carry it away, Wang Zhong just wiped it. After finishing the blackboard, he stood on the podium and waved to Chen Putao.

In fact, he was quite confident in Chen Putao, and now he deliberately asked Chen Putao, just to have a good time.

"How about it?"

The bag hanging on Chen Putao's shoulder slipped slightly, and he pulled it up with his left hand, "It feels good."

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows deliberately, leaned forward, and waited for Chen Putao to continue with a smile.

Chen Putuo was stunned for a moment, understood what the head teacher meant, and smiled, "It's okay to pass the preliminary round."

The whole class was immediately filled with Wang Zhong's silly music, and his silly laughter passed through the entire corridor with the wind.

Wang Zhong was satisfied when he heard the expected answer, and swayed away from the class with his hands behind his back. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind Chen Putao thoughtfully, "Take a good rest during the holidays. When you come to school again, you have to prepare for the rematch." '

Chen Putao went back to the dormitory to pack up some things, and took the bus all the way back to the Xinxin community. When he stood at the gate of the community, the sky was a little dark, and the lights of the scattered houses were turned on in advance. The dazzling red of the evening glow.

Chen Putao dragged a box and knocked on the door. Chen Qin knew the news that Chen Putao would be back in the afternoon during the day, and made preparations to welcome her grandson at home early.

"Finally back." Chen Qin wore an apron around his waist, and even held a spatula in his hand, "Sit on the sofa and watch TV for a while, and sea fish is burning in the pot."

Although the temperature is not high now, because of Chen Qin's leaning on the stove, there are still a few thin drops of sweat on his skin, dripping down his temples.

The heat was blowing towards his face, Chen Putao was a little dazed, and in a daze, he was pushed twice by Chen Qin, "Don't stand around the door, come in quickly."

Chen Qin grabbed Chen Putao's suitcase and insisted on helping to push the suitcase despite Chen Putao's dissuasion.

"Grandma, I'll do it myself." Chen Putao covered the back of Chen Qin's hand, turned her head to remind the kitchen, "Don't burn the fish in the pot."

Chen Qin let out an 'ah', and twitched her nose vigorously, as if she really felt that the air was filled with a burning smell. She let out a groan, and hurriedly turned her head into the kitchen.

Chen Putao looked at the back of grandma leaving quickly, and couldn't help laughing. He hung the schoolbag on his back on the chair in front of the table, and pushed the suitcase into the room.

In the kitchen, Chen Qin looked at the soup boiling slowly in the pot, and her heart sank peacefully. She picked up a chopstick, dipped a little in the soup, and tasted it.

"Well, not bad. Grape must like it."

Chen Qin closed the pot lid again, as if suddenly remembering something, leaning against the kitchen door, showing half of her body, "Gao, when I was washing your pants, I found something in your trouser pocket, I don't know what it is , I’ll put it in the drawer for you, and see if it’s something important.”

"it is good."

Chen Putao just planned to go to the kitchen to help grandma, but now she answered casually, opened the drawer, and saw a silver USB flash drive quietly lying in the center of the drawer.