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Since seeing Ling Jiaye that afternoon, Zhou Jing's health has improved a lot in the past two days. He was even able to get off the respirator and sit up to drink a bowl of porridge made by Ling Jiaye himself.Grain-grain-net-first-post www>

At the beginning, Wen Ji'an accompanied Ling Jiaye to the hospital. Later, seeing Ling Jiaye took care of Zhou Jing, he didn't see himself at all. While being jealous, he kept comforting himself. He had been with Ling Jiaye for more than 20 years, and now Ling Jiaye The time Kassapa and Zhou Jing have been together is less than twenty hours, Zhou Jing must be jealous of him.

Thinking of this, Wen Ji'an's heart became much brighter. In order to show his demeanor in front of Ling Jiaye, he simply hid in the hotel and watched TV instead of going to the hospital with Ling Jiaye.

This day, Wen Ji'an was idly watching the news when the phone in the room rang suddenly.

Wen Ji'an pressed the speakerphone, and then heard a soft female voice ask, "Sir, please choose the object of special service: hot-blooded policewoman, please press 1, pure nurse, please press 2, extreme teacher, please press 3, taboo cute girl Please press 4..."[

Wen Ji'an's head was full of black lines, and he hung up the phone decisively.

Unexpectedly, after a while, the phone rang again, Wen Ji'an looked at the jingling phone warily, and took a long time to answer it, Ling Jiaye's voice over there was slightly displeased, "What are you doing? Why did it take so long to answer the phone?"

Wen Ji'an wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and explained with a smile, "Just now the TV was too loud and I didn't hear it."

He wouldn't be so stupid as to tell Ling Jiaye that someone had called in for special services.

"Don't forget to eat on time! If you go out, remember to wear thicker clothes, because it's snowing outside!" Ling Jiaye reminded.

Wen Ji'an thought that Ling Jiaye was taking care of Zhou Jing, and he hadn't forgotten himself, so he was very proud. After finishing the phone call with Ling Jiaye, he rubbed his chin, wondering if he should go downstairs to buy Ling Jiaye's favorite food The dessert was sent to her for afternoon tea, when the phone rang again.

Wen Ji'an was distracted, and picked it up without thinking too much.

"You have selected a random special service object, now select special service items: press 1 for leather clothes, press 2 for candles, press 3 for leather whips, press 4 for high heels..."

No matter how calm Wen Ji'an was, blue veins were faintly popping out on his forehead at this moment.

Fortunately, Ling Jiaye was not in front of him, otherwise he would have received such calls and called again and again, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he wouldn't be able to clear it up!Moreover, this special service company is too forced to consume, and it becomes a random choice when you hang up!Is there such a cheat?

Wen Ji'an took a deep breath, and was about to curse back, when he suddenly noticed a hint of teasing in the female voice on the phone that was hard to detect.

He pressed the caller ID, and it was a bunch of garbled characters.

Wen Ji'an rubbed his forehead, probably guessed who was on the other end of the phone?

He folded his arms, leaned on the sofa leisurely, and answered the female voice on the other end of the phone, "I choose candles."

The female voice on the other end obviously didn't expect Wen Ji'an to choose props in a serious way, and the voice was a little excited, "Choose candles and press 2!"

Wen Ji'an frowned, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

The little girl still wants to plot against him?

"You are so unprofessional in customer service! How dare you complain about customers! Be careful, I will complain to you!" Wen Ji'an said casually.

"You have selected special service props candles, now select special service occasions: press 1 for hotels, press 2 for parks, press 3 for cars, press 4 for outdoor..."[

Wen Ji'an asked leisurely, "What if these places don't meet my standards?"