Let’s show off, I am my ex-husband’s Bai Yueguang

Chapter 2 I don’t want money, do I miss you?

"Are you crazy about money?" Ji Zimo was trembling with anger, feeling like someone was holding him by the throat.

It's not like she has never been controlled by others. During her three years abroad, she was always cautious about her words and deeds. However, she was particularly annoyed when Ji Yao rebelled against the general.

"I don't want money, do I miss you?"

Ji Yao said, looking outside the ward, "Your brace is back."

Ji Zimo's heart tightened, and he pricked up his ears. Sure enough, he heard the sound of the doorknob being turned. He felt as if his soul had all dispersed. "One million, I'll give you 100 million, and give me the recording pen!"

"transfer."

Ji Yao calmly edited the account and sent it to her. Ji Zimo was already anxious.

It's a pity that she has a big belly, so it is obviously impossible to get an advantage in front of Ji Yao.

hurry up!
She gritted her teeth and urged, and when her phone rang, she copied the account number, went to mobile banking, and made a payment, all in one go.

"give me!"

Ji Zimo heard footsteps entering the door, and she reached out to grab them.

Ji Yao, however, concentrated on counting, one zero, two zeros... six zeros.

"Little bastard, don't go too far..."

Ji Zimo squeezed out vicious words from between his teeth, and Ji Yao handed over the recorder, "Why are you panicking? I'm much more honest than you."

"What are you talking about?" The man's magnetic voice was low, and his cold eyes swept over Ji Zimo and Ji Yao.

Ji Zimo felt cold and hurriedly stuffed the evidence under his pillow.

Ji Yao smiled lightly and said, "It's a good time to make a fortune today."

None of them are in shape!

Lu Jincheng stopped looking at her and sat on the edge of the bed. He suddenly caught Ji Zimo's red and swollen wrist and asked nervously, "How did you do it?"

Ji Zimo subconsciously retracted her hand, her panic made Lu Jincheng seem to have thought of something, and his cold eyes pressed towards Ji Yao.

Ji Yao is innocent, "She did it herself, it has nothing to do with me."

"You permed it yourself?" Why does Lu Jincheng not believe it?

Ji Yao tilted her head, with a hint of playfulness in her tone, "Sister, what do you think?"

"Yes..." Ji Zimo's palms were filled with cold sweat.

Lu Jincheng just felt that the atmosphere was weird. He pressed the bedside call bell and said consciously or unconsciously, "It's best to stay calm and don't play any tricks!"

Of course, this was said to Ji Yao, and Ji Yao could understand clearly. She raised her chin slightly, with a look of displeasure in her eyes. Ji Zimo sounded the alarm and suddenly hugged the man's waist, "Jincheng, I want to be quiet for a while." Quiet, a little dizzy."

"Okay." Lu Jincheng ran his slender fingers along her black hair, then turned and glanced at Ji Yao with his dark eyes, "Why don't you get out?"

Ji Yao tightened her phone and raised her lips with a polite smile, even with a ninety-degree bow, "Okay, I hope to have a son soon, I will get off work now."

She got into the role really quickly and really put herself in the position of a nanny.

Watching her petite figure leave, Lu Jincheng's dark eyes were coated with a layer of ice.

Not long after Ji Yao left the ward, she saw the chief physician rushing to Ji Zimo's ward.

It is conceivable that the medical conditions Lu Jincheng provided for Ji Zimo should be top-notch.

Ji Yao opened her mobile wallet angrily. These should be enough for the next three months of special medicine...

She turned around and prepared to go to another inpatient building, where her mother had lived for three years.

The bright sunlight transitions between the two floors, making it dazzling.

Ji Yao raised her hand to block it. Unexpectedly, her vision went dark and she fell down.

"Miss, how are you?"

"Come here, someone has fainted here!" Drowsily, Ji Yao heard a lot of noise.

When I woke up, I was already lying on the hospital bed...

Doesn't Ji Zimo have any infectious disease?Does this count as a work-related injury?
Otherwise, she has always been eating well, in good health, and rarely catches a cold all year long, so why would she suddenly fall asleep at the drop of a hat?
The nurse who connected her to the intravenous drip smiled and solved her confusion, "Miss, I say you are really big-hearted. The fetus is almost two months old and you still don't pay attention to rest. Is it hypoglycemia?"

She can understand hypoglycemia, but she cannot understand children!
"Child, where did the child come from?!"

Ji Yao looked solemn.

The last time her aunt ran away, she thought it was just a simple postponement.

"You don't have a boyfriend yet?"

The nurse's suspicion frustrates Ji Yao's self-esteem. She lifts the quilt and gets out of bed, muttering, "I don't have a partner, but I have a husband."

Speaking of which, the night Lu Jincheng got drunk two months ago was indeed...

Ji Yao caressed her flat belly, feeling like she had knocked over the five-flavor bottle in her heart. It was marked in the agreement that they were only in an employment relationship.

The fetus in Ji Zimo's belly belonged to someone else, but Lu Jincheng didn't mind at all.

I'm afraid that even if Ji Yao tells him that she has his own flesh and blood, he won't want to look at her twice.

If he's not sure, he'll ask her to abort him, so don't stop him from reconnecting with Ji Zimo...

Ugh……

孽 孽!
Ugh……

She sighed until the sky changed color, and unconsciously walked outside the sterile ward.

Through the glass wall, you can clearly see an old woman over [-] years old lying on the hospital bed. She has gray hair, wearing an oxygen mask, and is asleep.

"Ms. Ji." The doctor, who was fully armed beside her, handed over the medication list and said, "Special medicines can only continue the patient's vital signs, do you think?"

The doctor hadn't finished speaking, but Ji Yao knew clearly that her mother was suffering from septicemia due to genetic fission. Generally, most people would choose to give up treatment for such a terminal disease.

"I have money." Ji Yao said hurriedly, "I heard that there are recent academic studies on curing sepsis abroad. Doctor, can you recommend it to me?"

"Are you sure? That's an expensive medical bill."

"Sure!"

Ji Yao's tone was extremely firm. She wanted her mother to recover even if she sold the pot and ate the branless vegetables.

Looking at the balance, Ji Yao was heartbroken.

Although the agreement between Lu Jincheng and her was for a fixed amount of 200 million per month, almost all of this was included in the cost of special medicines.

Now she has less than [-] million, and I don’t know if it is enough.

The more the merrier...

At night, the lanterns come on in the hometown bar.

While drinking and drinking, Ji Yao held the design draft in her hands and fidgeted around the people who were crying and laughing around her.

She joined Ji's family to earn a living when she was 12 years old, shouldering the responsibility of supporting her mother. She never had the time or spare money to come to a place like this.

Feeling a little uneasy, Ji Yao looked at the middle-aged man sitting next to him, defecating heavily, "Mr. Chen, do you have to trade here?"

The man's eyes had already looked at Ji Yao from head to toe. She was wearing half-sleeves and a skirt. She was not too tall, but very slim and well-proportioned.

The fair little face is pretty, and the two strands of hair on the forehead outline a delicate arc.

He pushed the wine glass in front of her and said, "Miss Ji, you come here to relax. Don't be too nervous."

"I can not drink."

Ji Yao refused, but the man moved closer to her.

(End of this chapter)