Chapter 11 Competition
Bo Muhan came out of the ward and took a few steps towards the elevator. Suddenly he turned around and walked towards a bodyguard guarding the door of the ward.
“Do you have any cigarettes?”
The bodyguard was startled for a moment, then immediately took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Bo Muhan.
Bo Muhan took out one, lit it with the bodyguard's lighter, and then walked in the opposite direction of the elevator.
He came to the end of the corridor and opened the window. The late summer wind blew in, ruffling his hair, and the smoke from the cigarette between his fingers was quickly blown away.
He held a cigarette and looked into the distance of the city, with an uneasy feeling in his eyes.
Han Butler?
What an unfamiliar title.
You know, she used to call him Brother Han in a sticky and sweet way.
She has really changed a lot recently.
Sometimes the look in her eyes is so cold that it’s scary.
Also, her attitude towards him seemed more respectful and courteous than before, but it lacked the warmth and intimacy before. Now she treated him like a familiar stranger.
What's going on?
Bo Muhan frowned, so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that the soot fell on the back of his hand with clear meridians, leaving a faint gray mark.
"Excuse me, do you know which ward Jiang Qingzhou lives in?"
Hearing someone say Jiang Qingzhou's name, Bo Muhan turned around.
I saw a young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers, holding a bouquet of pink roses and talking to the bodyguard.
He stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand and strode over, "Why are you looking for Jiang Qingzhou?"
The young man looked him up and down and said with a smile: "Hello, I My name is Ye Zichen, she is Jiang Qingzhou’s classmate. I heard that her leg was injured. I came to visit!”
When Ye Zichen was looking at Bo Muhan, Bo Muhan was also looking at him secretly.
Indifferent, distant, vigilant.
Zi Chen felt his unfriendliness and smiled awkwardly.
“I’d better ask someone else.”
But Mu Han suddenly said, “Top floor, 888.”
"Oh, thank you."
Just as Ye Zichen was about to turn around and get on the elevator, Bo Muhan said again: "The elevator can't go straight to the top floor."
He pursed his lips towards the entrance of the staircase. "Take the stairs."
The kind and simple Ye Zichen really thought that this was the case, so he thanked him again, took the flowers, and walked towards the stairs.
There are five floors from this floor to the top floor. Ye Zichen has to climb five floors...
"Boss, Miss, it's clear..."
The bodyguard was halfway through his words, but was stopped by Bo Muhan's cold eyes, "Talk too much!"
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Because his leg was injured. , Jiang Qingzhou didn't have to go to Ye's house, and his ears were temporarily clean, which was considered a blessing in disguise. She spent two days recuperating in the hospital and went to school as soon as school started on Monday.
I don't know if Bo Muhan has an uneasy conscience. He is always busy with official duties, but he has to send Jiang Qingzhou off before going to work, even at the risk of being late.
"You are already very tired from work, and you still send me to school. It's all because of my poor health. I get sick as soon as the weather gets colder, which makes you run from the east of the city to the west of the city in the morning...Brother, I'm sorry!"
In the nanny's car, Bo Yan was wrapped in a blanket and was about to cry.
She started coughing before she could say a few words. Her face turned red when she coughed. With her big tearful eyes, not to mention men, even Jiang Qingzhou, a member of the same sex, also had some feelings in her heart. Love.
Bo Muhan glanced at her in the rearview mirror and said calmly: "It doesn't matter. Giving one is a gift, and giving two is a gift."
Only then did Jiang Qingzhou realize that it turned out that Bo Muhan got up early every day not because her legs and feet were inconvenient, but because of her poor appearance.
Originally, she was a little grateful for his intentions, and it took a long time, but she got it wrong.
"You are so lucky, your brother is so kind to you." Jiang Qingzhou looked out the window and said to Bo Yan in a cool tone.
Bo Yan smiled happily, "I also feel that I am a blessed person. Although I have no father or mother, I have the best brother in the world!"
Jiang Qingzhou turned his head to look at her, pulled his lips and smiled, saying nothing.
When they arrived at the school gate, Bo Yan got out of the car first and helped Bo Muhan unload the wheelchair from the trunk.
When Bo Muhan carried Jiang Qingzhou into the wheelchair, her eyes darkened.
"Brother, I just need to push sister Zhou in. You go to work quickly!" Bo Yan said to Bo Muhan, holding the handle of the wheelchair.
Bo Muhan looked at her petite body and was a little doubtful, "Can it be done?"
Bo Yan tried to push forward, "Of course it is! This wheelchair is electric. I can’t push it, just turn on the automatic mode!”
"Oh, don't worry, I can definitely do this little thing. Go to the company and go to work. Uncle Hai has not been in a good mood recently. Be careful of being scolded by him for being late!"
Bo Muhan stared at Jiang Qingzhou for a few seconds. , said to Bo Yan: "Okay then. If you need anything, call me. You two are still waiting for me here after school. I'll take you home!"
"Okay, okay, I know, let's go!"
Bo Yan pushed Bao Muhan up! After watching him drive away, she pushed Jiang Qingzhou toward the school.
"Sister Zhou heard that you joined the student union. You are great. Unlike me, I get sick easily and dare not join any clubs!"
Bo Yan coughed a few more times as he spoke.
Jiang Qingzhou frowned, "Don't always talk about your illness. The more you care about it, the stronger its presence will be. You should enrich your life, maybe get busy When I got up, I forgot about being sick.”
Bo Yan blushed when she was told, "Sister Zhou, do you get tired of me coughing all the time?"
"I didn't mean that, I meant...ah..."
"Sister Zhou, Sister Zhou..."
I don't know what happened, but when Bo Yan pushed Jiang Qingzhou down the slope, the wheelchair suddenly seemed to lose control and rushed down the 45-degree slope.
"Sister Zhou——"
(End of this chapter)