Jane Sanshao's love story

Jian Qiubai paused, and said in a deep voice, "I see."

After speaking, continue to walk to the balcony.

Yuan Yingying sneered and said to Yuan Chengyi, "Brother, he really saw his own doctor. With his medical skills, he should not be allowed to go to work, and he should be laid off early, so as not to harm others."

Yuan Chengyi put a piece of meat into Yuan Yingying's bowl and said in a deep voice, "I have already investigated your face. It has nothing to do with Jian Qiubai. It was shown to you by the attending doctor in the same department as him. He took the wrong medicine. Don't blame Jian Qiubai."

"So what if it's not him?" Yuan Yingying raised her voice, and suddenly put the bowl in her hand on the table and said, "Even if it wasn't him, it can't cover up the wrong things he did before! There is no way to undo it, and nothing can do to undo it." , my mother is dead, and I hate him all my life!"

Yuan Chengyi heard the choking in her voice, quickly patted her on the shoulder, changed the topic and said, "Don't be angry, it's not worth being angry for someone like him, be good, eat first."

Yuan Yingying wiped her tears with her hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm full, I'll go to my room to rest first."

After speaking, the girl got up and walked to the bedroom.

Looking at the empty dining table, Yuan Chengyi's eyes were as dark as ink.

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The balcony was very cool, with gusts of cold wind blowing into his neck.

Jian Qiubai let out a long sigh of relief, rubbed the tip of his brows, and lay on the cold railing thinking about his next step.

If he loses his job, he loses any source of funds.

Although Jiang Fengli's condition is stable now and she doesn't need to be hospitalized, the cost of dialysis three times a month is absolutely indispensable.

Working in the current hospital, although it is tiring, the salary is not low, and it can barely maintain Jiang Fengli's medical expenses.

If he really lost it, what should he bring to see Jiang Fengli?

Is it possible that you really sell blood?

Jian Qiubai shuddered all over, feeling that she was too cold to stand.

Can't help but squat down.

I used to think that the words "a penny beats a hero" were just exaggerations.

A hero is always a hero, how could he bend down for a little money.

Only now do I realize that this is really true.

Even the hero was stumped, let alone a nameless junior.

When Yuan Chengyi walked to the balcony, he saw such a scene.

Jian Qiubai curled up and sat leaning on the railing like a child who was still on the street.

Yuan Chengyi walked over softly, squatted down in front of him, and stuffed the thing he was holding into his arms.

Jian Qiubai raised his head and asked in a daze, "What's the stuff?"

Yuan Chengyi pursed his lips, "Bomb."

Jian Qiubai took out the things in his arms, only to see a handful of white rabbit toffee, and asked with a frown, "Why did you give me this?"

"You haven't eaten a bite, I'm afraid you'll faint in our house later and dirty our floor."

Jian Qiubai handed him back the toffee, "I don't want it."

Yuan Chengyi was stunned for a moment, then patted his forehead with bared teeth and said, "Don't be shameless."

Jian Qiubai looked as usual, still pushed the sugar in his hand and said, "I really don't want it."

Yuan Chengyi got annoyed, grabbed the toffee, stuffed it all into his coat pocket and said, "If you want it, you have to, and if you don't, you have to have it!"

Jian Qiubai stubbornly took out the toffee and pushed it to him again. When he pulled it, there was a crash, and a dozen candies fell to the ground.

Yuan Chengyi straightened up suddenly, pointed at Jian Qiubai and growled, "What kind of peg are you putting here for me? Do you really treat yourself like a green onion?"

Jian Qiubai sighed, buried her head in her knees, and said sullenly, "I don't have a kick, I just suddenly feel...why is it so difficult to live?"

Yuan Chengyi's heart suffocated suddenly.

He lowered his head and looked at the boy who was curled up on the ground, so thin that his shoulder blades protruded.

For a moment he felt that Jian Qiubai would be blown away by the wind.

It was really hard for him to connect the person in front of him with the willful little bastard five years ago.

In the past, no matter how uncomfortable he was, he would never squat down, and would only beat him up and vent his anger, and he would never yell at him, but just endured his negative emotions silently.

Time has changed them a lot.

Yuan Chengyi let out a sigh of relief, frowned and said, "Isn't it because you were not allowed to go to work? As for the discomfort?"

Jian Qiubai didn't speak, because her legs were numb, so she slid down against the shoulder of the railing, and sat on the cold limestone floor with her buttocks.

Yuan Chengyi strode over, grabbed him by the shoulders, pulled him up and growled, "Squat down for me, who made you sit!"

Jian Qiubai brushed his arm away, "Leave me alone, I'll wash the pot for you when I get up, can't I?"

Yuan Chengyi gritted his teeth and leaned his body against the railing, "I have already sent a text message to your dean, telling him that you have a temporary emergency, so you will not be leaving this afternoon! Why don't you die here again Not alive anymore!"

Jian Qiubai rolled her eyes and asked, "What did the dean say?"

"He said it's okay, he understands, and he has already sent you a leave note."

The boy's eyes brightened, but he asked cautiously in an instant, "Is it true? You didn't lie to me, did you?"

Yuan Chengyi gritted his teeth, "You act like everyone is like you, full of lies?"

Jian Qiubai breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense muscles immediately relaxed.

so far so good.If you ask for leave in time, you should not lose your job.

"Can I get up and go into the house now?"

Jian Qiubai nodded again and again, and her voice rose, "Yes, yes."

Yuan Chengyi sneered, "And you said it wasn't because of this incident that you've been kicked?"

Jian Qiubai frowned and explained, "I didn't have a kick in the first place, I told you, I'm not feeling well."

Yuan Chengyi patted his face, "Is it okay to say what you are dissatisfied with in the future? Put on a face that I want to die for, and I will get angry when I look at it, okay?"

Jian Qiubai muttered, "Is it useful to tell you? Will you care about me?"