Chapter 93 Do you still love me?
Jiang Qingzhou was about to get angry. It’s none of your business if I change my boyfriends. Suddenly he rolled his eyes and came to his senses.
“Are you...jealous?”
Bo Muhan curled his lips wordlessly, “Do you think it’s possible?”
Then he picked up Ye Zichengang I brought a basket of fruit and went out.
"Where did you take the fruit?"
"Throw it away!"
Bo Muhan really threw the basket of imported high-end fruits into the trash can downstairs and smoked a cigarette by the way.
As soon as Jiang Ruhai collapsed, everything in the company fell on his shoulders, and he was under great pressure.
As soon as he lit the cigarette, a familiar figure came into his eyes.
Jiang Ruhai was sitting in a wheelchair, and Ma Meiru was nowhere to be seen. Only a bodyguard named A Fei was by his side.
Jiang Ruhai had just finished the operation not long ago, and his body was still very weak. He didn't know why he was in a hurry or why. His clothes were very thin and he didn't have a blanket.
Bo Muhan took off his coat and wanted to go over and put it on Jiang Ruhai. Halfway there, he suddenly noticed that Jiang Ruhai and A Fei had changed direction. They were basking in the sun and suddenly they were at the construction site next door.
This hospital is being expanded recently. There is a lot of noise and sand flying next door. Bo Muhan raised his head and glanced at the construction company. It was a construction company under Jiang's family. He thought Jiang Ruhai wanted to check the progress of the project. Followed.
The construction site and the hospital were separated by an iron sheet. A small door was opened on the iron sheet. A Fei pushed Jiang Ruhai in through the small door, and the small door was closed.
Bo Muhan stood outside the small iron door, hesitating whether to push it in or not. At this time, a group of conversations came from the other side of the iron door, mixed with the roar of machines on the construction site.
"My son went to see your daughter just now."
"Yes. I am very happy that they can develop so well."
"What you said before is true. "Of course, I, Jiang Ruhai, always keep my word. As long as my daughter marries your son, I will give you half of the Jiang family."
"Did you know that your wife and my second brother..."
"I know. Because of this, I insisted on letting Qingzhou marry into your Ye family. There is a relationship between Mengchan and you marrying your second brother. As long as the old lady lives for a day, Qingzhou will not be wronged."
"Parents' love is profound, you. My love for your daughter is so touching!”
“I promised Mengchan that I would take good care of Qingzhou. This is my promise to her and my responsibility as a father.”< br>
“But I heard that your daughter seems to have a deep affection for your housekeeper.”
"There's no such thing as a child's home. It's just for fun. Bo Muhan is just a dog from my Jiang family. How can he be worthy of my daughter who has grown up and cared for me with all my heart?"
"Yes. I know what you said..."
...
A few minutes later, A Fei pushed Jiang Ruhai out of the construction site and saw Bo Muhan smoking next to the trash can. Come and say hello to him.
"Xiaozhou doesn't like you smoking, why do you still smoke?" Jiang Ruhai said with a frown.
Bo Muhan quickly threw away the cigarette in his hand, "I just smoked one."
"Well, you are not allowed to smoke anymore, especially in front of Xiaozhou. Xiaozhou has had bad lungs since he was a child and has been hospitalized several times because of pneumonia. , don’t bring out her old illness.”
Bo. Mu Han nodded and said, "I know."
"Are Xiaozhou still going to school today?" Jiang Ruhai looked up at the towering ward building. In fact, he couldn't tell which ward Jiang Qingzhou was in. , but when you look up like this, you seem to be able to see Jiang Qingzhou.
“Go.”
"How is his foot injury now?"
"The swelling is almost gone."
"Well, go up and look at her. Don't leave her alone. She My legs and feet are inconvenient now, so I can’t live without people!”
“Okay.”
Bo Muhan was about to turn around and walk towards the ward floor, but suddenly stopped.
"Uncle Hai!" Jiang Ruhai, who was sitting in a wheelchair, turned back, "What's wrong?"
"The weather has changed recently, so please pay attention to the cold."
"Yes, I know. "
When Jiang Qingzhou saw Bo Muhan again, he couldn't help but criticize him again.
"Why did you throw away the fruit that my fiancé brought to me?"
"You are sick, do you know how expensive that fruit is? A poor person like you can't even afford it!"
>"If you throw away my things randomly in the future, you no longer need to be a housekeeper. The Jiang family pays you a high salary every month, not to let you throw things away!"
......
This time Bo Muhan didn't say a word.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of water in his hand, slightly squinting his dark eyes, overlooking the bizarre city of Philadelphia.
He is tall and straight, with a flat and strong back, wide shoulders and narrow waist. Viewed from behind, he looks like a finely carved work of art.
His long silent posture is even more like a sculpture.
Jiang Qingzhou lost interest as he scolded, like punches hitting cotton, weak and soft, without the insensitivity of his opponent.
“Hey, did you hear me talking to you?”
Jiang Qingzhou shouted several times, but Bo Muhan didn't answer, so she lay on the bed and sulked.
At the same time, she secretly planned to take care of Bao Muhan after she finished the transfusion.
She was simulating the scene of punishing Bao Muhan in her mind. Bao Muhan suddenly turned around and looked straight at her with a pair of eyes as dark as night.
“Do you still love me?”
Jiang Qingzhou’s brain froze for a moment.
"What did you say?"
Bo Muhan stood seven or eight meters away from her. Against the light, the sky outside became dark. At a glance, he could only see his outline.
At this moment, he looked more and more like a sculpture, cold and without warmth.
"Do you still love me?"
He repeated it, his tone no longer calm as before, with a hint of hoarseness, like a child who was called up to answer a question at a moment's notice. Unable to answer, he was embarrassed and anxious to get rid of his embarrassment.
Jiang Qingzhou recovered from his daze.
“Are you crazy?”
“You were drunk, what drunken talk did you say?”
“Don’t think that if you say such a thing, I will forgive you and throw it away It's my fault for not eating this fruit..."
"Do you still love it?" Bo Muhan stood where he was and did not come over.
This distance, which can be said to be far or near, coupled with the foggy environment, gave Jiang Qingzhou an illusion similar to a dream.
Bo Muhan is not a person who is good at talking about love. In her last life, she lived with him for three years, and he never said anything sweet, even if it was deception, he never said he loved her.
He is not a person who puts love in his mouth.
But today he said it several times.
Jiang Qingzhou seemed to have heard some joke.
"Ha, hahahaha, Bo Muhan, you don't take what I confessed to you last month seriously, do you? I said I like you, do you really think I like you? You said it yourself, I change my boyfriend more than I change my clothes. It’s so fast, why are you asking such stupid questions?”
“ Even if you really confessed your love at that time, you don’t love me now. How could I, a rich lady, always love a poor housekeeper who has nothing? It’s just to tease you!”
(End of Chapter)