Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 7989 The person who really belongs to her (2)

At first glance, it looks like a girl's handwriting, graceful and serious.

Qiao Zhixing leaned against the table, cleared his throat, and read word by word: "Dear Mr. Boris, please allow me to call you like this. Since you came to my side, it's like the sun shining on the field, my heart Also lit up..."

Ji Changmu frowned more and more, but he had nothing to do with Qiao Zhixing.

The man put down the lesson plan and interrupted him: "Qiao Zhixing, stop reading, put it down, and get out!"

"Tsk tsk, it's so romantic." Qiao Zhixing looked back and forth repeatedly, "No wonder Mr. Ji is hiding in this paradise, with beautiful scenery and beautiful people. It's such an idyllic life. If I were you, I wouldn't want to leave."

"You're not me, so you don't need to think about my thoughts." Ji Changmu's voice was cold, his thin lips were pursed, the outdoor light shone on the side of the bed, and there were floating light and shadows on the side of his face.

"Ji Changmu, you are really sick!"

Qiao Zhixing was out of breath, dropped the card, closed the door of the ward with a bang, and left.

For a while, peace was restored in the ward.

Ji Changmu was not angry either, he picked up the lesson plan and pen again and continued to prepare lessons.

After missing a lot of lessons in a week, Ji Changmu calmly prepared lessons silently.

Halfway through, a nurse gave him an infusion.

During the infusion, Ji Changmu hung the bottle in his left hand, and was still writing with a pen in his right hand. He was quiet and serious. The light outside the window slanted on his hospital gown, and there was a thin yellow tinge on his pale face. Light.

Qiao Zhixing didn't look for Ji Changmu again all day.

Ji Changmu knew that Qiao Zhixing was childish, and as an elder, he would never argue with him.

In the evening, Ji Changmu had already asked someone to give away all the flowers in the room. He was not used to the smell of flowers.

He got up and sat at the table to eat dinner silently, and he didn't talk to anyone all day. In the past few months, he has become more and more reticent, and many things in the world seem to have nothing to do with him.

The back of Ji Changmu's hand was densely packed with needle holes, which were left by the needles during this period of time. Because he lost a lot of weight, he could see raised joints and veins on the back of his hand.

He thought that Qiao Zhixing would not come, but unexpectedly, just after dinner, the door of the ward was pushed open.

Qiao Zhixing changed into a thin milky white sweater at night, gray slacks on his lower body, and his face was full of arrogant youth.

Ji Changmu greeted him first: "Have you eaten?"

The boy said indifferently, "I'll go back to school tomorrow."

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry for delaying your studies because of my affairs." Ji Changmu simply cleaned up the table, "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"Observe for another week and leave the hospital if there is no problem."

"A week is too long."

"Whatever you want, after tomorrow, your business has nothing to do with me, there will be a doctor here to take over."

"Then don't I need to take the medicine you prescribed for me?"

"Ji Changmu, you really don't know good from bad."

Ji Changmu didn't bother with him, and packed all the gifts that the students gave him: "These gifts are for you, including chocolates, candies, preserved fruits... There are a lot of them, and I didn't look carefully. I don't like eating, You keep it."

"I don't like food either, only my sister likes it." Qiao Zhixing blurted out.

In an instant, the air suddenly fell into silence.

Quiet all around.

Ji Changmu's hand lowered slowly, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Of course he knew that Qiao Muyuan liked these and that.

Qiao Zhixing stared at Ji Changmu with sharp eyes.

(End of this chapter)