Chapter 1918 She Insulted Me
“Ah, don’t worry, I’m fine,” Nan Jiaojiao held her forehead, “It’s just a bump, a little injury, and a little pain. There was a car accident and I fainted for a while, nothing serious."
Jiang Yu chuckled.
Other people’s children report good things but not bad things. Her family’s retribution is not good at all, and even a mosquito bite will prevent the spread of cancer cells.
The bump on her head looks like half of a horn missing. It’s very funny. It’s a big swollen bump with some tiny wounds on it.
"It's not easy to lose your appearance yet."
Nan Jiaojiao didn't give up, and added more jealousy, "The doctor said it was suspected of concussion."
She jumped out from the first word, two words Staring at Mr. Jiang with piercing eyes.
I don’t know why I am so blind.
Mr. Jiang's mood was very stable, "Oh, after all these years, I finally found out that you are mentally retarded."
Nan Jiaojiao took half a step back and immediately had no intention of getting close to Mr. Jiang. She was stunned for a moment, her mouth tightened, and she turned to complain to Bo Yanqing beside her, "Master, she insulted me. She said I was mentally retarded. !”
Bo Yanqing smiled and rubbed her head. Jiang Yu was the elder, so it was hard for him to say anything. Besides, the way they got along with each other as master and apprentice, others never got involved.
"Mr. Jiang, the doctor suggested that Jiaojiao be hospitalized for observation. She doesn't like the smell of the disinfectant water in the hospital and refuses to live there, so we have to bring her to your place to harass her for a few days."
Jiang Laoshua He took a puff of cigarette and watched Bo Yanqing hand the two snack boxes to the servant with squinted eyes, and glanced at the logo on them.
You may not be able to buy something even if you queue up.
"My smell doesn't smell good either. There's the smell of herbs everywhere."
"But it's better to live here than in the hospital. She has been with you since she was a child. You know best that she has a headache and a fever. For minor illnesses, you keep an eye on her and take care of her every day. You are more considerate than any authoritative doctor." Bo Yanqing took out two more jars of burning knives and placed them on the stone table.
Nan Jiaojiao looked behind him and wondered why he was hiding things so much. He came in together. His hands were like Doraemon’s pockets. What did he want? Just carry it out.
"Oh, then she is so sick that she needs to be watched by an authoritative doctor. How serious it is. I don't have enough equipment here. If the rescue is not timely, the suspected mental retardation will become a mental retardation."
Bo Yanqing took out a card and put it on the stone table. "You are a relative. You are nothing compared to others."
Jiang Yu curled up the corner of his mouth and took a puff of cigarette to change his simple smile. He suppressed his thoughts and said, "It's fine to live here. You warn her to stay away from my medicine garden. If she dares to pull out a blade of grass, I'll blow her out with a broom immediately."
Bo Yanqing has a good temper. He agreed, "Okay, I'll watch her and won't let her be naughty, don't worry."
Jiang Yu took another puff of cigarette, but never used the ashtray and kept it in the pipe. There is not much ash, so I am too lazy to pour it out.
She gave the gardener a few more words and went back to rest after taking care of the herbs.
Passing by Nan Jiaojiao, she stopped without turning her eyes, but the words were addressed to her, "There are late night snacks in the restaurant. I had leftovers, and there happen to be a few that you like. If you Go eat by yourself when you are hungry. No one will entertain you at this late hour." Nan Jiaojiao giggled twice, "I know Master loves me the most."
"Don't worry about yourself. The face is covered with gold.”
The smile in Jiang Yu’s eyes never faded away. He stretched out the pipe in his hand and walked away with his cheongsam slit at the side. It is the size before the improvement. When walking with a pair of elegant feet, you can only see the calf.
(End of this chapter)